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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"You weren't here for that?" Kenzi gave her an envious look. "Lucky. I'm serious, though! You don't have to use it. But knowing how to make one of these could save your life!"

Karina was still lost somewhere around the 'underground rebellion' part. And the paper work doing her. In Communist Russia.

She looked extremely dubious as she asked, "Did it save your life?"

"Pfftt, hells yeah." Kenzi couldn't actually remember all of what she'd done in the rebellion; spray-painting walls, hitting people with bats, plotting in back rooms. But paperwork had been part of it in there, somewhere. Plus: "Look, my family left Russia when I was a toddler. Not... totally legally. But they weren't going to stick around where there were no jobs and everything sucked. You need a chance to leave somewhere, you gotta be able to bamboozle authorities. Just because they're authorities, doesn't make them right." She flipped one of the cards between her fingers. "Maybe they're better here in the U.S. But not everywhere, you know?"

Karina was an upper-middle-class child of white Americans and, at sixteen, was a very wealthy superhero / pop idol in her own right. So... no, she didn't know.

And authorities had always been right in her world.

"I... see." No, no she didn't and that was probably obvious. "So if I tell my parents that it's a useful life skill you'll back me up?"

"Oh completely," Kenzi said cordially. "I mean, they wouldn't let me teach it if it wasn't, am I right?"

Ahahahahahahahahhahahahahaha.

Oh, yeah, that was super non-convincing.

Karina's expression got even more skeptical. "I don't think I should answer that," she said slowly.

Ahhh, Karina was catching on. Good. Kenzi grinned again.

"Seriously, if you can do this, I cant tell your parents it's all in a good cause."

She wrestled briefly with her standards.

Her standards lost.

"Okay," she said, "as long as you tell my parents it's all good, I'll do it."

Just don't expect her to use it for anything not class related, Kenzi.

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