Debating, Friday December 20

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Chuck had told them all handwavily to meet in the danger shop for their final. Strangely enough, it looked just like his classroom...

Something was definitely up.

Chuck looked at the class. "Today is your debating final. as you've all learned, debating is the fine art of forcing your opinion on other people. Today, you'll be demonstrating all you've learned, with one last practical argument. You'll be debating with this- thing." Chuck hit a button on the danger shop controls, and possibly the most ugly woman (?) any of them would ever see phased into an empty seat.

"This is Jerri Blank, one of my old students. If you can convince her to toss the contents of her bag into the trash can and walk out the door, then you pass the final. There are no B's, C's or D's. You either convince her and get 100%, or fail to convince her and...fail."

He moved to his desk, got out a notepad and sat down. "Remember, you have to convince her. It's no good to throw it away yourself, and beating her into submission is not one of the tactics covered in this class." He seemed to think for a second. "Though it would count as sucking up to the teacher, and as such is acceptable."


[OOC: Last class! Edit: On second thought, some of this may be a little NSFW, due to Jerri saying...Jerri things...]

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Re: Tackle the final

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"Well, I'm used to haing to balance bigger things on my face. I used to travel with a small show of oddities. You know-" she put down the pencil and assumed a carnival caller's voice: "Ladies and gentle men, no flash photography, nothing that might irritate the creature! It is real! It walks, it talks, it crawls on its belly like a reptile! That sorta thing."

Re: Tackle the final

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Ah! So you're a performer, then!" Valentine seemed quite pleased, indeed. "So then you know that in order to properly balance an item as such, you should first get rid of your overcompensated counterbalance there. By, say, emptying your bag into the garbage. That will make balancing the pencil so much more feasible, of course."

Re: Tackle the final

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"Nah," Jerri waves the suggestion away. "I'll be using it to turn better tricks later, if you know what I mean."

Re: Tackle the final

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Well, then dump it onto the desk. I happen to be a master at turning tricks. I can offer advice."

Valentine had no idea what he was talking about.

Re: Tackle the final

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Good thing for him, too. Jerri was giving him a decidedly different look now.

"Oh, you've got experience, then?" She looked left, then right, then opened up her bag. It was filled with a number of ziplock bags, which were in turn filled with a greenish goo.

"That's glint, good stuff where I come from. Sure, you've got your pot, your smack, your satan's nosespray, but this stuff's much better on account of you can make it at home."

Re: Tackle the final

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine eyed the green goo curiously, not quite certain what pot, smack, or any of that other stuff was, and not entirely certain he wanted to know, either.

"It's good stuff, you say? I'm not impressed. How good is it?"

He crossed his arms, trying to prove how clearly unimpressed he was. Oblivious, but unimpressed.