Library, Sunday

[gavegoodface]

During his re-shelving this morning Face had found the most amazingly trashy book. There were a bunch of place names and terms he didn't quite recognise, but that was hardly unusual, and he could always ask Cassandra for help where armour and weapons were concerned, which would be an adventure in and of itself, but the but the prose was the kind of ridiculous, fast paced kind that was so very readable.

Not to mention there were pictures, which were worth a thousand words, really.

Bailing 101, Monday

[suitably_heroic]

It was Danger Shop time again-- this time, Atton had snagged the Streets of Fandom program, so they were standing outside a bar that looked a lot like, but wasn't technically, Caritas in the middle of town.

"For anyone who's been keeping track, today we're on follow-through," he said. "This is maybe the most important part. See, when you decide to bail, there's this surge of adrenaline. You get everything in order, and then you get out. But it's easy to crumble when you hit your first real obstacle. If it's the short-term, fleeing the battlefield, well, maybe your friends don't want to go. Maybe they have some stupid reason to try and convince you to keep going."

He shrugged.

"That's scenario one, today," he said, "You can partner up and try to talk each other into leaving. Then follow through on it, head back to the school."

He gestured towards the fake bar. "This is scenario two," he said, "Say you've managed to successfully bail on the long run, but you need to sleep somewhere on the way to your final destination. The people here aren't anyone you know, but they're close enough to where you came from that they might have questions. Or know someone who knew you. Or they might recognize the look of a Fandom High student. Who knows."

He rapped on the bar's door. "If you choose scenario two, you get to go in here and try to remain inconspicuous," he said. "I suggest you work out a story."