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 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.

Choose Your Own Adventure, Thursday afternoon

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