2021-03-24

"So as it turns out," Rosa said, and they were still in the study and the boards of collected information and potential motives were still up, but there were a few laptops in the mix now, too, "in an attempt to capture evidence of paranormal activity, the maid here has actually put up secret security cameras in the conservatory. Today, we get the fun experience of watching that footage in the hopes that there's something useful in there, or if we're just back to square. We only have a few laptops," ignore that it was the danger shop and Rosa could literally have just programmed more; it was more funny to her this way, "so you'll have to partner up, but everyone get together, start reviewing the videos, and hopefully, there's something we can maybe us in there.

"Alright, let's get to work."

Today, the class would find themselves in a regular old classroom, with just Faye and Stark at the front of the room.

“Sometimes,” Faye opened, idly twirling a pair of handcuffs around one finger, “despite how great your plan is and how well you thought it out,” spoilers: in Faye’s case, it was never that well, “you get caught. And you have to rely on what you have to try to get things to go your way.” She made a cute face at the class, batting her eyes. “Whatever you have on you at the moment. Usually it’s just your own person.”

And since this was a class for teenagers, Faye was not going to mention her outfit, but...like, the way Faye dressed tended to help, guys. All that cleavage was there for a reason.

"Sometimes things go very wrong," Stark confirmed. "I prefer having other people there for complicated endeavors." Like robbing a space bank, as a purely hypothetical example. "Someone to mount a rescue when things go wrong. But that isn't always possible."

“Or someone you can pin all the blame on,” Faye agreed, nodding along. Note to EVERYONE, don’t try to do a heist with Faye, for under the bus you shall go. “So, sometimes you get thrown in the back of a cruiser, or taken to jail, or are cuffed.” She held up the cuffs in front of her, lightly producing a hairpin from behind her ear with the other hand. “Which just isn’t fair, you know.” That’s what she always told them.

“I tended to be the one getting blamed,” Stark muttered. He was not currently planning any heists but he certainly wasn't going to include Faye if that changed. "Sometimes you're locked in a cell for years. With no hair to hide anything in. But metal scraps can be useful. Still better to stay out of the cells if you can avoid it. That’s always better. But if you can’t, try and get out."

“So,” Faye continued, “your activity today is to pick locks!” She gestured broadly to a desk near the front of the room, which boasted several more sets of handcuffs, an assortment of little pieces of metal, hairpins, sewing needles, pens, actual lockpicks, and pretty much anything moddable that wasn’t a key, really. “We’re not going to tell you how. Figure it out on your own.” She had, so obviously anyone could.

Stark had expected Faye to try and put the handcuffs on someone, or multiple someones, but she hadn’t so he just nodded his agreement. “Try it. If it doesn’t work, try something else.”

2021-03-24

Cognitive Logic in Understanding Evidence; Wednesday, Second Period [03/24]..

Career Development | 1st Period

Flight and Flying, March 24, 2021