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How to Be One with Your City, Wednesday, Period Two
For this first class, the Danger Shop was an alleyway in an overly shadowy city. Seriously, had any of them ever seen shadows as black as they currently were in here? It was like someone had splashed ink all over everything. It didn't look like real life, and yet it was exactly as real as... Well, anything else they ever encountered in the Danger Shop. There was a light breeze coming from the street, and distant sounds of car horns and other city life.
As soon as it seemed everyone had filed in, the Spirit dropped down some way behind them from somewhere far above, landing gracefully with his shoes hitting the pavement and his coat settling down around him. His tie was bright red even in the shadows. "Welcome, kiddos," he said, tipping his hat to them. Once they'd turned around. "This is How to Be One with Your City, and I am apparently to be your guide on this subject. I am the Spirit, and this ––" He gestured all around them. "–– is a convincing enough facsimile of my city. Central City, USA, to be exact. She's my greatest love, as her counterparts should be yours, because there is nothing you can need that she cannot provide. All she needs in return is that you take care of her, and keep her streets safe from those who have no respect for her. That is what you're here to learn, because the sooner that becomes part of who you are, the sooner you'll be of use to the city around you."
Had they figured out yet that he was going to wax poetic about the wonders of cities a lot? Good.
He rubbed his hands together. "For this first session, I hear it's customary for everyone to introduce themselves, so that's what we'll do. Names, aliases, whatever nom de plumes you go by." Anyone calling themself 'the Spirit' didn't really feel fair demanding anyone else to give him their real name if they didn't want to – although the Spirit was as real at this point as Denny Colt, if not moreso. But that was beside the point. "Let's have them." A pause, and he snapped his fingers. "And name one thing you like about where you live, while you're at it."
This class was about appreciating your city as much as it was about learning to use it to your advantage, after all. There was a pause, and then he smiled widely. He would've smirked, but these were teenagers. Maybe when they were older.
"Oh, and ladies first."
As soon as it seemed everyone had filed in, the Spirit dropped down some way behind them from somewhere far above, landing gracefully with his shoes hitting the pavement and his coat settling down around him. His tie was bright red even in the shadows. "Welcome, kiddos," he said, tipping his hat to them. Once they'd turned around. "This is How to Be One with Your City, and I am apparently to be your guide on this subject. I am the Spirit, and this ––" He gestured all around them. "–– is a convincing enough facsimile of my city. Central City, USA, to be exact. She's my greatest love, as her counterparts should be yours, because there is nothing you can need that she cannot provide. All she needs in return is that you take care of her, and keep her streets safe from those who have no respect for her. That is what you're here to learn, because the sooner that becomes part of who you are, the sooner you'll be of use to the city around you."
Had they figured out yet that he was going to wax poetic about the wonders of cities a lot? Good.
He rubbed his hands together. "For this first session, I hear it's customary for everyone to introduce themselves, so that's what we'll do. Names, aliases, whatever nom de plumes you go by." Anyone calling themself 'the Spirit' didn't really feel fair demanding anyone else to give him their real name if they didn't want to – although the Spirit was as real at this point as Denny Colt, if not moreso. But that was beside the point. "Let's have them." A pause, and he snapped his fingers. "And name one thing you like about where you live, while you're at it."
This class was about appreciating your city as much as it was about learning to use it to your advantage, after all. There was a pause, and then he smiled widely. He would've smirked, but these were teenagers. Maybe when they were older.
"Oh, and ladies first."
Re: Introductions: Guys [City 05/15]
When it was time, he looked up. "My name is Peter Wiggin," he said, and, in a fit of frivolity, added, "Occasionally known as Locke. I suppose what I like about where I live is that it gives me a great deal of opportunities to learn."
He wasn't talking about Greensboro or Fandom here.
Re: Introductions: Guys [City 05/15]