fandomhigh | The Art of Disguise, Wednesday [5/9]

"Disguise is not some ridiculous wig that will render you all but invisible to your closest of friends," Holmes began, slouching low in his seat behind the desk. As someone spent far too much time investigating this 'internet' that young Mr. Murdoch had been so kind as to show him. "It is a tool to be augmented by both performance and basic, common sense."

He tapped his fingers on the arms of the chair in a jittery little beat. "What you plan to do with such information will be of great interest to me. As every tool may be missused by an imbecile."

Oh, Holmes. You're such a sweetheart.

"But first, we will discuss recognition. How it is that people truly see you, what defines you on a purely physical level." He popped up, out of the chair like a shot from a gun, writing on the board with chalk in sweeping cursive what he spoke. "If one were to describe you to a friend who had never met or seen a picture of you, what would they say? Are you tall or short? Slim or fat? What is the color of your skin? Your hair? Do you have any particular features that set you apart from the average person on the street? What is it that allows someone who knows you well to pluck you out of a large crowd who may share some of these characteristics?"

He tapped the chalk on his thumb, looking at the board rather than the students for now. "In order to disguise yourself, we must first know what it is that needs to be hidden. Not a terribly complex idea," Holmes said, finally spinning to see the class. "If you wish, you may find a partner to assist you in creating this list. Hopefully they will not attempt to soften any blows to your ego on the matter of your looks."

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Frank's eyes lit up. "The what?"

Oh dear.

This is why they shouldn't let Darvy talk to the time displaced.

"OMG this should be in the intro packet or something. The Internet lets you communicate with anyone you want, shop, read, all the information and anything you could ever wanna find. It's awesome." She paused. "You need a computer. ... They shrank."

"Oh yeah, that guy was telling me people have those now!" Frank exclaimed. "Wait, they aren't the tiny things people are carrying around and sort of--" he did a very bad impression of texting -- "on, are they? 'Cause those seem... intimidating."

"Kinda?" Darcy fished her shinny product placement out of her pocket. "I mean, it's called a phone and I can call people on it? But I can also use it as a computer and go online and email people and check Facebook and text and I'm not even speaking English am I?

Frank stared.

"That's a phone?"

But... where was the rotary dial!?

"Uh huh!" Darcy nodded and tapped on the phone icon. "See? You just type in the phone number and it calls! Wait, do you even have color television yet?"

"No, but someone told me there was such a thing!" Frank said, trying not to flail about. "That's so cool! So you can tell what color hair the actresses have and everything?"

Frank, you were such a nerd.

Darcy's brain filter kicked in a moment too late. "There's a lot of porn online." Oh well. "Welcome to the 21st century. They really should have a tutorial or something for the new kids."

Frank paused. "Wait... you mean like dirty mags?"

He was blushing furiously at saying that aloud, but he had to know.

Darcy considered this. "Sure. Except in video format."

"Whoa."

Seriously. Whoa.

"I think I like the future!" Frank declared.

Darcy rolled her eyes, but she did look amused. "Some things never change."

Which reminded Frank that he was talking to another human being, and one who was a girl, so he should probably not be such a dork about this.

"I mean," he said, blushing a little, "that's just... detached curiosity."

Suuuure it was, Frank. Sure it was.

Darcy gave him a Look. "Uh, huh. Right. It's just for a friend."

"That too!" Oh, Frank, "You wouldn't happen to want to... teach me how those things work, do you? Computers, I mean. Not -- those other things."

THERE WAS ADORABLE PUPPY-EYESING IN IT FOR HER.

Darcy laughed and resisted the urge to pat him on the head. "There's a computer lab somewhere. We can meet there later this week. But I'm not helping you look for porn."

"Deal!" Frank agreed, extending his hand for a handshake.

He'd do that other thing on his own time, thank you very much.

Darcy shook the offered hand. "Deal." She made a mental bet about how long it would take for him to melt down a computer via virus download.

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