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

As the students gathered, they'd probably notice Vala studying a large piece of floor plan very intently. That it looked like the Natural Museum of History in Washington, DC was probably just a fluke. As was the glass cutter she kept playing with. She glanced up as the students approached and rolled up the blueprints quickly.

"Good afternoon, class. Now, assuming you've gotten your treasure, and either not gotten caught or talked your way out of your incarceration, you're going to want to sell this merchandise, and you're going to want to do it quickly. So, the first thing you're going to need is a resale artisan. They are the people with the connections to the market you're looking for--you may get a generalist, or you may get someone who specializes. What's important is that they have access to a large number of buyers without a lot of publicity. Trustworthiness is nice, but not essential."

"When establishing a relationship, you're going to need to provide authentication for whatever it is that you're trying to sell--to prove that you are who you say you are and that you acquired your item in a lawful manner, with the papers and receipts to prove it." She cleared her throat, "Unfortunately, however, sometimes these papers get misplaced and have to be produced on very short notice, without time to get a replacement from the proper authorities or selling agents. In which case, it becomes necessary, to, uh, recreate the documentation from memory. Yes. Which is what we'll be doing today."

"Over there," she pointed to some tables with various computers, printers, and art supplies, "are some very crude implements for creating documentation from scratch or for altering already existing documentation. I expect you to produce something to prove to me either that you are who you say you are or that you have rightful ownership of whatever it is you're selling me. Go to it!"

[OCD is up ~~in a sec~~! Thanks to

vkandis_son for the inspiration!]

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Choose an item at random to sell, describe the documentation

Marco decided that he would go with the alien toilet found in Area 51 in his version of Earth. Of course, the documentation he was working on claimed that it was a genuine communication device from Epsilon 35 used only by the top ranked officers of their military.

As the Cabals were the toughest ~~bastards~~ people she knew, Savannah decided to recreate documentation for a certain magical item she just happened to have on hand.

"Are we playing another exciting game of Screw With The Cabals' Heads?" Eve asked, meandering over from where she'd just made her ID. "Please say we are. It's so fun."

Savannah grinned at her. "Well, what else would I be taking this class for? It's my favourite game, you know."

"And you're a Levine, so of course it's a game you're very, very good at."

She beamed. "Besides, I had my own fake ID done in no time and I already have one of those, anyway. So... documentation to convince the Cabals that one of the books I have is really that one grimoire they always seem to be looking for. Sell them the fake and it gives me time to do more research into the existence of the real one."

Oh yeah, she was definitely a Levine.

"Very nice," Eve said, giving a thumbs up. "I heartily approve."

"Well, I should hope so since I got the idea from one of your notebooks."

"You mean I helped you be a bad girl?" Eve faked a look of innocence -- rather badly, at that. "I'd never!"

Savannah gave her a look.

"Okay, okay," Eve said, holding her hands up in mock surrender. "I give. You're right."

"Damn straight," Savannah grinned. Then she looked at Eve. "So... I had a very nice date with Johnny over the weekend."

Now this Turtle knew she could excel at. She dealt with documentation and receipts and things like this at the store every single day.

Oh, now, this? Was comparatively simple.

Three letters of documentation from various museum directors in Cairo, claiming that Evie's jewelry box had been evaluated by experts to be a priceless artifact dating back to the 2nd Dynasty. Then Evie got creative, and added in a letter from an imaginary professor in the 17th century, describing the piece. Then she started to age the letter, rolling it around, wrinkling it, and looking for dust to spread on it, and experimenting with what sticky tape would do to fuzz the edges, making it look like a 200-year-old letter.

John decided to sell a vase. He made a certificate of authentication that it was super old and valuable. He was really hoping for some future minions, should he choose treasure hunting as a post-Air Force trade.

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