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fandomhigh2009-08-05 08:35 pm
doubleohblonde) wrote in fandomhigh2009-08-05 08:35 pm
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Practical Weaponry [Wednesday, Period Four]
The class was back in the Danger Shop this week, which was set up to resemble a high-class dinner party. Resplendent in a perfectly tailored dinner jacket, Bond was there to greet them.
"There are some situations that a person cannot go into with a weapon," he said, gesturing around the spacious ballroom. "For example, many diplomatic situations, or high-class casinos, or the like, have weapons detectors, and highly trained security staff. However, that does not necessarily mean that you will go in unarmed.
"Apart from any training you may have in unarmed training, you have your wits, and your clothes. In a situation such as this, your choice of clothing can be If you look like you belong, you will be unlikely to attract much notice. If you're working in a team, having your partner wearing a stunning couture dress can distract your enemies at a vital moment." Or leave you distracted at a vital moment, it could backfire sometimes. Not that Bond was going to mention that. "In a pinch, a stiletto heel can be quite a potent weapon indeed."
Bond gestured to an unassuming door. "There is a wardrobe with suitable clothing and footwear through there, and changing stalls," he said. "You will outfit yourselves in a manner befitting this party, and spent the rest of the class mingling and getting information on various party guests, as well as looking out for any fixtures in the room that could be used as weapons. If you have trouble choosing an outfit, I will be happy to help."
Once the students had entered the wardrobe to choose their outfits, they would have noticed that it was filled with stunning couture dresses in every style, fabric, and colour imaginable. After a few more minutes they would have noticed that there wasn't a single suit in sight.
After all, it was unfair to only expect the girls to wear spike heels.
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"There are some situations that a person cannot go into with a weapon," he said, gesturing around the spacious ballroom. "For example, many diplomatic situations, or high-class casinos, or the like, have weapons detectors, and highly trained security staff. However, that does not necessarily mean that you will go in unarmed.
"Apart from any training you may have in unarmed training, you have your wits, and your clothes. In a situation such as this, your choice of clothing can be If you look like you belong, you will be unlikely to attract much notice. If you're working in a team, having your partner wearing a stunning couture dress can distract your enemies at a vital moment." Or leave you distracted at a vital moment, it could backfire sometimes. Not that Bond was going to mention that. "In a pinch, a stiletto heel can be quite a potent weapon indeed."
Bond gestured to an unassuming door. "There is a wardrobe with suitable clothing and footwear through there, and changing stalls," he said. "You will outfit yourselves in a manner befitting this party, and spent the rest of the class mingling and getting information on various party guests, as well as looking out for any fixtures in the room that could be used as weapons. If you have trouble choosing an outfit, I will be happy to help."
Once the students had entered the wardrobe to choose their outfits, they would have noticed that it was filled with stunning couture dresses in every style, fabric, and colour imaginable. After a few more minutes they would have noticed that there wasn't a single suit in sight.
After all, it was unfair to only expect the girls to wear spike heels.
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Re: Mingle - PW [Week 5]
Which managed, somehow, to still look good in spite of the freakish couture.
"And I take a particular pleasure- and pride- in ridding my house of such annoyances." He patted himself down for a moment, and then surfaced with a Cuban cigar. "Cigar, good sir?"
Yes, he'd kept them on him. He wasn't going to risk anyone taking his Cubans while he was gallivanting around in a dress, thank you.
Re: Mingle - PW [Week 5]
"Tybalt, then," the man said. "Call me Franz. Cubans? You have good taste."
Re: Mingle - PW [Week 5]
Re: Mingle - PW [Week 5]
"You're a man after my own heart," Franz said. "If you ever need to do business in my part of the world, you look me up."
Re: Mingle - PW [Week 5]
"And, should thou find thyself in Verona, thou hast a friend in the Capulet house as well."
Re: Mingle - PW [Week 5]
Franz's grin was a twin to Tybalt's. He raised his glass. "To new friends."
Re: Mingle - PW [Week 5]
It was probably really, really fortunate that this was only a simulation.