fandomhigh | Freelance Treasure Hunting, Monday, Period 5, Class #3

The class had been ~~handwavily~~ instructed to report to the Danger ~~Room~~ Shop for today's class. Vala was looking especially smug as she played with the dials on the machine and munched on an apple.

"Hello," she greeted them cheerfully, "and welcome to what I'm sure will be an enlightening afternoon for you. Today we will be dealing with how to obtain your treasure or priceless artifact, once you've located it. As I'm sure you probably already know, in many instances, people who collect priceless and historically important artifacts and works of art tend to have elaborate security systems protecting these items and making it more difficult--but, and this is important, not impossible--for an enterprising individual such as one of you to obtain or liberate them."

"So, in today's class, there will be a number of scenarios programmed into the trust computer imaging system here, and your assignment will be to free it from its unfortunate incarceration. Please be aware that there will be a number of alarm systems and surprises along the way. There is also a table with tools," she gestured towards a number of burglary tools that were nicely arrayed on a table at the side of the room in Vanna White-esque fahion, "should you require them. Also, feel free to ask any questions along the way, and either my charming minion-er, assistant-or myself will answer you as soon as we can."

[ooc: Please hold for OCD. *la la la la lalalalala* *shuts off hold music* Play away!]

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The statue stood there, seemingly innocent and easy to get in its place on the pedestal.

However, on all sides of the platform were pressure-sensitive triggers that would make it very difficult to get to the statue.

As if Turtle, on, surely, a set course for disaster, would even think about things like that when there were gross, disgusting spiders threatening to get her! Completely handhazardly, Turtle approached the platform.

As soon as Turtle's weight touched the trigger, the stone beneath her foot dropped out from under her, leaving a person-sized hole. Beneath it was a very deep, dark pit.

The sudden shifting and then lack of weight underneath her foot made Turtle stagger back, falling on her butt. She only allowed herself to gawk and panic for a moment before standing back up. She took a second to gaze down into the very deep, dark pit, and then looked over her shoulders to see where the spiders were. Ummm, they...really needed to stop being a distraction. How many were there? She tried to take quick stock while sizing up the hole. Would a similar trap be on the platform? She wondered, desperately. Could she jump it? Maybe some of the spiders would fall in then...

EEeeeeeeeeeppp! This was totally scarier than the stock market.

About ten spiders were still headed in Turtle's general direction, the rest having broken off in search of mates or something sweet. The hole was sized to be jumpable, but anyone doing so would also probably land on the platform with the statue.

The statue. So shiny in all its goldenness. Plus, as solid gold, it would probably fetch a valuable sum at current market prices.

Hmmm....spiders? Or shinies? Spiders? Shinies?

Oh, geez, Turtle was so going to just hire people for crap like this. She took a few steps back quickly from the pit to help get a running start for the leap onto the platform. Death by falling into a pit was better than death by spiders, she figured, because spiders were gross.

Assuming Turtle landed on the platform (and didn't knock the statue to the floor in the process) the excess weight would set off yet another trigger mechanism.

If she was paying attention, she might notice the sound of rushing water behind her.

Oh, geez, this was worse than those movies her dad watched! Turtle very tentatively looked over her shoulder, bracing herself and feeling gratitude for the fact that she was a good swimmer.

...and hoping spiders weren't, omigawd....

There was a sudden explosion of sound as gallons upon gallons of water burst through the wall behind the podium, shooting out towards the person who had had the temerity to steal the statue.

On the plus side, Turtle might notice that the water had gotten rid of all of the spiders between her and the exit. You know, assuming she wasn't shot out the door herself from the water pressure.

That really depended on what was to happen as she found herself clinging to the statue in an attempt to keep exactly that from happening.

The statue shifted under Turtle's weight, but didn't fall to the floor, staying in place on the podium.

But wow, there was a lot of water flooding the room now.

Turtle quickly looked up to see if there was any conceivable way to get out of here other than the main entrance she'd used to come in. She couldn't hold her breath very long so the pit was out, better chance with the main entrance.

She did, still clinging to the statue, had to snort a bit at the irony. Turtle, swimming to safety. har har.

If Turtle was swimming with the current and flow, it would carry her very quickly towards the main entrance, although the angle to get her out the door might be a little off...

Turtle took a deep breath, then, and went for it, but not without trying to take the statue with her, though. She wasn't coming out of this washed out and empty handed if she could help it.

The statue, being solid gold, was very heavy and would probably drag Turtle down towards the bottom of the room, unless she was an exceptionally strong swimmer. If she was, though, there was no reason both she and the statue shouldn't make it out of the room safely.

Turtle was neither particularly strong nor an exceptionally good swimmer as her name might try to suggest, so about two seconds after lifting the statue, she dropped it. She'd need, like, a crane or something to get that...Which just left her deciding that, yeah, solid gold statue stealing wasn't for her and she let the current take her toward and out the door. Maybe she'd try something else....

Vala was waiting expectantly for Turtle when she made it out the door, and beaming. For a first try, she'd done remarkably well. "So, what would you do differently next time?"

Turtle was shaking off all the fake Danger Shop water off of her. "Um, not try to steal something that weighs probably three times as much as myself?" she offered. "And bring a big can of Raid?"

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