fandomhigh | Choose Your Own Adventure, Thursday afternoon

Kenzi was so looking forward to this, you don't even know.

So as people filed into the classroom, she pointed them to the various arts & crafts tables, printer, laminator, and huge Maryland I.D. billboard that she'd put together and printed out with a camera in front of it.

"Welcome to Choose Your Own Adventure!" She beamed. "For those of you who don't know me, I'm Toni Soprano." She flicked up a Canadian I.D. "At least according to this piece of plastic. According to this one, I'm Ninotchka Alexandrovich." It had a really convincing Russian sickle on it, too. "Now, for some of the things we're doing this semester, you're going to need a legit-looking piece of plastic of your own. So pick a birthday -- one that's before 1993, that'll help -- and if you don't know what that means, ask your neighbor." She paused. "Or me, after you do a couple tries."

"After, I'm going to the Horseshoe Casino here in Baltimore. If you don't know what a casino is or Baltimore is, you can ask when we're on the bus." She grinned, then added, "And you don't have to come with me! Or any of us! That's where the 'choice' thing comes in. But wouldn't it be a shame to make all these, and not see if they work?"

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Oh, shit. Sparkle already had a few of these things, but it wasn't like a few more could possibly hurt. He was already licking his hand and trying to tame his hair down a little for the photos. He'd wash his raccoon eyes off, too, before getting his picture taken. Just to be on the safe side. It wouldn't do to get busted with a fake ID with a face that actually stood out in a crowd, after all.

"Niiiice," Kenzi told him, beaming that he was here. Yay! Friends taking her class! "Ivan." Heeeeeee.

Sparkle aimed to please!

He also aimed to just dick around for this whole semester. So far he was doing well on both counts, apparently.

"What's wrong with Ivan? Ivan," Sparkle sniffed, looking faux-affronted as he crossed his arms over his chest, "is a perfectly respectable name, you know."

"It's the Joe Blow of names. John Smith. Or John Johnson, really. At least in Moscow." Kenzi perched on a table, legs dangling. "Not that anyone here will get it. But hey! That means it's not your fault if it doesn't look legit! You just got here to America!... from Canada."

"Fresh off the boat, right?" Sparkle laughed. "Anyway, it's a more believable name than the one I already have, isn't it?"

"Point to the guy named for starlight," Kenzi said with a grin. She sighed happily, picking up her Toni Soprano ID. "These things are so much fun. And did you know there was a casino in Baltimore before this? I totally would have headed over there before if I'd heard of it!"

"Isn't that kind of a major city thing?" Sparkle smirked faintly, shrugging his shoulders. "I mean, I knew about it, but I haven't been yet. Looking forward to it."

"I have to check on stuff there more often, this island's turning me native," Kenzi almost-complained. "Hey, you wanna TA for this some week? Only if you want to," she added.

"Heh, don't see why not," Sparkle replied with a shrug. "I'm not actually doing the TA thing for anybody this summer so far, I can play TA any time you need me to."

And it would only be marginally weird, temporarily TAing for a friend.

"Coolness! Is Dr. Lector teaching anything foodie this term?"

Because if he was, she was going to be hanging out in that faculty staff room to try and scrounge leftovers.

"Nah," Sparkle replied. "I think he's teaching a music thing with, um, that guy with the..."

Sparkle waved his hand vaguely in front of his face.

"I didn't take it this semester around, though. Figured I'd take it easy, and if this and a beginner dance class don't count as easy, I don't know what does."

"Oh, Jonothan. Hunh. Yay. I can bug both of them!"

That's why they gave her an office!

"Beginner dance? And yeah, this isn't the most strenuous thing ever. But it's super-useful to all these people who just got here from Past Time Zone, Another Planet, Middle of Nowhere."

"There is something kickass about pestering the teachers," Sparkle agreed, and then grinned a little and reached to poke her in the side. "Pester. Pester. Pester."

He did it because he cared, Kenzi.

"Pester."

"You don't look like an Ivan," she informed him, after talking to... whatever her name was. The teacher. "Also has a fake ID ever saved your life while you were working for an underground rebellion against a non-righteous teacher?"

While paperwork did you?

"I don't? I've got Russian blood," Sparkle replied, turning a smirk toward Karina. "And-- are we talking about Umbridge? That woman was fucking insane."

That was the nice way to put it.

"The ID wouldn't have done me any good, I kind of stand out in a crowd. Especially with all of the detention note scars I had on my arms through that..."

Sparkle might have spent a lot of detention drawing dicks out of spite.

"Why?"

"You still don't look like an Ivan. I know an Ivan. I don't know if we're talking about Umbridge?" Karina said grumpily. "I wasn't around for whatever we're talking about. I'm asking because when I asked... the teacher... how learning to make fake IDs was a useful life skill that's what she said."

So. Yeah.

"... note scars?"

"Oh, yeah," Sparkle said almost casually. Almost. You had to squint to see him tense a little. "Umbridge was this crazy woman who took over the school and killed a lot of the people around here to do it. She'd make people write notes if you broke these arbitrary bullshit rules she had about dress code or like breathing on other people in public or ever having sex, ever. And there was this... I dunno. Hokey magic thing she did, except it meant that whatever you wrote while you did your lines wound up carved into the skin of your arms. Beat the alternative punishments, though."

He gave Karina a smirk that edged on twitchy. Another reminder of why he hated this place so damn much.

"Wanna guess how many notes I wrote?"

"How stupid do you think I am?" she asked, giving him the side-eye. "No, I don't want to know and I don't think you want to tell me except to get a rise out of me, so just--don't."

Sparkle just gave her a very flat, very deadpan look.

"The hell's got you so pissed off right now? You think I'm lying? I lie about a lot of things, Karina, but I wouldn't lie about that and not to you. You asked a question. I answered it."

"I didn't say you were lying," she snapped back at him. "I said I didn't wanna hear it and you didn't look like you wanted to talk about it. And if you did, it'd only be to get a rise out of me since you stir shit like that a lot. So fuck off about my accusing you of lying since I didn't."

Yeah. She was just going to stalk away now. Not that she could go far, since classroom, but she wasn't going to listen to him being a jackass because of his trauma.

Excuse her for not wanting to pry about torture.

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Sparkle just stared after her, and then... shook his head.

"Ooookay," he muttered to himself, and then got back to fixing his hair.

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