fandomhigh | Keeping Your Wits About You... [Monday 2nd Period 10-11] Class # 6 Danger Room!

Sometime over the hectic weekend the students had been ~~handwavey~~ instructed to come to the Danger Room on Monday. Set up in a sort of 'waiting room' there was a spread of classic English tea sandwiches laid out today along with the usual coffee, tea and water.

Wilson was looking a bit amused as he sat in an overstuffed chair and sipped on his coffee.

As soon as everyone had gathered into the Danger Room, Wilson stood up and walked towards an unassuming little door.

"Good morning."

"I hope everybody had a wonderful Homecoming, it seemed to be a lovely weekend and I know I had a good time saying hello to some old friends."

Crossing his arms and his ankles, he grinned at the class.

"Well, today we have a guest speaker, sort of. Actually he's going to be a guest Adversary for you all. Today's lesson is about how you handle a situation when you know you're going to lose the battle but you need to win the war. Only not with a real war or battle mind you, because that would be mean."

Reaching over for his coffee, he took a sip and then set it back down.

"One by one, you'll go through that door, sit down and engage the Adversary in a game of checkers. Now, were you to win the game of checkers, you would get a rather important bit of information without hassle. However, since that's not the object of the exercise, I'll tell you now that actually winning the game of checkers is about one million to one odds against you. So, how else can you come up with to get the information you will want from this man? Uh and let me say right here and now, I do not suggest or encourage or even condone a violent approach. This is about your wits, not the size of your fists."

Grinning at the class, Wilson reached for a clipboard.

"Okay, you'll go in as I read off your names. Oh! I almost forgot. The bit of information. The Adversary knows the essay question that makes up your Midterm. Yes, your Midterm will be one, very detailed essay question. If you get the question from him, you'll have a leg up on know what you need to study and being able to start early on the particular points you want to put in your essay to help get the best grade possible with the least amount of stress to you. So, good luck."

With that, he began to read off the list of names.

[ooc: ~~Please wait for~~ The OCDs are up and ready to go! Just to clarify, no violence guys just crafty witty type witting. Have fun! :D]

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Hoshi took her seat and wondered how she was going to the information she needed.

"Miss Sato," The handsome blond man before her said, nodding in greeting.

"Hi," said Hoshi, tilting her head to one side as she looked at him. "What am I supposed to call you? Mr. Adversary?"

Lucifer shrugged slightly, expression never changing from a polite half smile. "You may call me whatever you wish. I have many names."

"So we play checkers and I get to lose, right?" asked Hoshi.

"If that is how you wish to play."

"Well, I wouldn't mind winning, but I don't get to play checkers a lot. My tutors didn't have time to play games that weren't related to academics," said Hoshi, looking at the board.

"Well, you have more experience than myself," Lucifer replied, not seeming at all upset by his lack of experience with the game.

"Then why checkers? Why aren't we playing a game you have more experience in?" asked Hoshi.

"Checkers, Miss Sato, are not the point of the game," Lucifer replied, moving a piece forward on the board.

"I know. You have the information I need to study for the midterm. I'm supposed to find a way to get the information," said Hoshi, studying the board before making her own move.

Lucifer nodded, moving a piece of his own in response. He remained silent, allowing her to make the first real move.

Being a linguist, Hoshi preferred talking to silence. Besides, she thought the Adversary's voice was very pleasant to listen to, though she couldn't place the accent. "So, are you a teacher also?" she asked, moving one of her pieces.

"No," Lucifer replied, a touch of humor in his voice. "I haven't the patience for children."

"Then what do you do?" asked Hoshi, scrutinizing the board.

"I am a business owner," Lucifer replied, watching her with a detached interest.

So far, this wasn't getting her very far. "What kind of business?" she asked.

"I own a nightclub," Lucifer replied. At least he was answering her questions.

"That must be nice," said Hoshi, at a complete loss for words. She moved another piece.

"I find it quite relaxing."

Lucifer studied the board for a moment.

In the meantime, Hoshi had another move planned. "You know, this has been eye-opening, but honestly, I'm a really good student. Having that information would help, but I have enough confidence in my abilities to know that I can get a good grade on that mid-term without having an edge."