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fandomhigh2012-03-29 12:15 pm
electrocynic) wrote in fandomhigh2012-03-29 12:15 pm
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Superheroing 101, Thursday, Period 4
Electroclash looked might pleased with herself today. It was probably beca--
No, hold that thought. Sarah looked mighty pleased with herself today. That's right, there was no uniform today: she was in civilian clothes, even if they seemed to have major hints of the grey-black-green colour scheme of her work outfit. And why was she pleased? Well, probably because today, the Danger Shop was an English pub. A London one, to be precise. The interior was dark but sort of cozy, and there were lots of patrons milling about, carrying pints to private booths or the tables scattered around. It was not just any bar, though, and the eagle-eyed among the students would probably come to notice the names of the beers and liquers – Salíne Bitter, Green Lamp Ale, Shazamstell Light, Bottled Beast – behind the bar and on the adverts on the walls were unfamiliar, yet maybe somehow not to some of them.
(Somewhere, Deadpool was weeping at not being there to see it.)
Sarah was leaning against the bar, looking right at home. "Welcome to the Fortress, kidlets," she said. "Today, we're taking a break from looking at superhero problems. Instead, we're looking at superhero downtime, and you're in luck, because the SPA didn't specify what I was supposed to talk to you about here." How foolish of them. "See, where I come from, what we do on our downtime is get pissed." A beat. "I mean that in its proper meaning of 'really fucking drunk'." Because she was a Brit, dammit. "And here is where we do it: the Fortress. Capes-only bar. No masks, no powers, no heroics. Just good old-fashioned boozin'."
Except...
"Of course, this is as fake as Cher's face, plus this is in a class room, so all the booze is non-alcoholic but on the upside, you also don't have to pay. So, your task today is to mingle and chat up some of my esteemed colleagues about what it's like to be a superhero. They're only simulations but they should act enough like the real thing." Yes, even Monkey Thunder. "I would've gotten the real thing, except I couldn't be arsed. Also, this has a higher chance of me being able to keep Don from hitting on you. Now, scram. I have fake beer to attend to."
[OCD up!]
No, hold that thought. Sarah looked mighty pleased with herself today. That's right, there was no uniform today: she was in civilian clothes, even if they seemed to have major hints of the grey-black-green colour scheme of her work outfit. And why was she pleased? Well, probably because today, the Danger Shop was an English pub. A London one, to be precise. The interior was dark but sort of cozy, and there were lots of patrons milling about, carrying pints to private booths or the tables scattered around. It was not just any bar, though, and the eagle-eyed among the students would probably come to notice the names of the beers and liquers – Salíne Bitter, Green Lamp Ale, Shazamstell Light, Bottled Beast – behind the bar and on the adverts on the walls were unfamiliar, yet maybe somehow not to some of them.
(Somewhere, Deadpool was weeping at not being there to see it.)
Sarah was leaning against the bar, looking right at home. "Welcome to the Fortress, kidlets," she said. "Today, we're taking a break from looking at superhero problems. Instead, we're looking at superhero downtime, and you're in luck, because the SPA didn't specify what I was supposed to talk to you about here." How foolish of them. "See, where I come from, what we do on our downtime is get pissed." A beat. "I mean that in its proper meaning of 'really fucking drunk'." Because she was a Brit, dammit. "And here is where we do it: the Fortress. Capes-only bar. No masks, no powers, no heroics. Just good old-fashioned boozin'."
Except...
"Of course, this is as fake as Cher's face, plus this is in a class room, so all the booze is non-alcoholic but on the upside, you also don't have to pay. So, your task today is to mingle and chat up some of my esteemed colleagues about what it's like to be a superhero. They're only simulations but they should act enough like the real thing." Yes, even Monkey Thunder. "I would've gotten the real thing, except I couldn't be arsed. Also, this has a higher chance of me being able to keep Don from hitting on you. Now, scram. I have fake beer to attend to."
[OCD up!]
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