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!"

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"Who is?" Dean asked rhetorically. "I might be able to help you out. My family spends a lot of time off the grid so fake ID is kinda a necessity."

"Ooooh, really?" Rikku bounced a little. "I just, uh, nobody would believe me, like, where I'm from? And then you need that to get anything else, so I'm kinda ... screwed, I think. You know?"

"Yeah. It's no problem. I like staying in practice. What did you want?"

"There are different kinds?" Rikku considered. "Whoa. Okay. I, uh. Just something that ... says I'm supposed to be here? I guess? And if I went into a bank or whatever or tried to do something, they would think it was okay and just go with it and not be all 'you're not really a citizen, you have to go home' and deport me or something?"

Rikku had watched a few too many cop shows this past weekend.

"Driver's license usually works in most situations," Dean said. "Though we probably should see about getting you a social security number too..." He started jolting down notes.

"Social ... security?" Rikku shook her head. "Okay, I don't know what any of that means, but, uh, I'll trust you? I don't even have as many names as you guys do. Turtle said it would be okay but ... I don't really want to tell people where I'm from, you know?"

"Yeah we'll make up somewhere in the States for you to be from. You got any preference?"

Rikku laughed. "I don't think I know any places. Uh, Jude's from Toronto, but that's Canada, right? And New York, but people said they were mean there. Is there some place with a lot of sand? I grew up in the desert."

"Arizona," Dean said promptly. "Tucson maybe?"

Rikku nodded. "It sounds pretty. I like it. Do I, uh, how do I make up a second name? You guys don't use tribes."

Dean shrugged. "You can just pick one you like," he said. "Or... a lot of surnames were originally either place names, or job names or son of names..."

"Like son-of-Cid? Or daughter-of? That's kinda long." She considered, then grinned. "How about 'Dreav'? I think 'Thief' would raise too many eyebrows, but nobody here speaks Al Bhed."

"Like MacDonald -- Mac is old Scottish for son of," Dean explained. "Rikku Dreav... Yeah, that could work."

Rikku laughed. "Just in from Arizona, and not Spira." She squinted at the (very sparkly) fake ID she'd made already. "Uh, and my birthday's today, and I don't think you need anything else?"

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