ext_31317 ([identity profile] tricksy-spy.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2008-05-20 07:38 am

Blending In - Week 2

Aly didn't try any shenanigans with her class this time just waited for them to arrive at the front of the class.  "Afternoon, everyone," she said with a grin.  "Welcome to class two.  Aka the class where we start to do stuff."

She pointed to the board which had seven rules written across it.

1. No matter where you are, act like you belong.
2. Behave purposefully.  Especially if you have no purpose.
3. Blend in.  Become a "gray man."
4. Develop assessment skills by practicing even in circumstances in which you are merely a bystander.
5. Learn to trust your instincts to make decisions.  Right or wrong at first, they will get better.
6. Never second-guess your decisions at the time.  Do analyze them later.
7.  Improve your memory.

"Those of you who've took my classes on spying will hopefully recognise those.  If you don't, well, pay more attention next time.  For the rest of you, these are several of the main rules I use for spying, and they're just as usual for trying to blend in.  The connection should be obvious," she teased, "so I won't try to explain it."

"For today then, I want you to read the rules and ask any questions you have about them.  How they're applicable, when they're applicable, what they mean, anything at all."

"And then-"  she flipped on a projector and two pictures were set side by side on the screen.  "The goal is to fit in.  Talk it over with your neighbour, use the rules we just discussed, and come up with a way to go unremarked upon at these two gatherings."

[OOC: OCD is a coming!]

Re: Blend! Blend!

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2008-05-20 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"I would think," he said carefully, "that you'd want to make sure your hair is right. The clothing is hodgepodge even if it all looks approximately the same, so you could put that together as well as you could and no one would question it. But the hair is, while not uniform, it shares a certain amount of similarity."

He shrugged, as if to point out that he could very well be wrong.

"As for the second, it's simple enough: pick up a tray of food and start helping out. Laugh and smile and make jokes and compliment the birthday girl. Pretend to be one of the girl's relations. No one questions assistance."

He looked down.

"Or so I'd think."