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fandomhigh2014-05-23 08:41 pm
wrongkindofsith) wrote in fandomhigh2014-05-23 08:41 pm
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Want to be a Hero?, Friday, 4th Period
Cara had not set the Danger Shop up to resemble the preserve again today, huzzah!
Upon entering students might have noticed the large room, with its walls of sandstone and comfortable looking sofas scattered around, they might have noticed the bar with its wooden kegs and metal flasks, they might have noticed the tasteful silk hangings bordering doors and... artistic murals. But what they probably noticed was the number of highly attractive women (and men) wearing clothes that ranged from low-cut to scandalous to barely existent to requiring impressive feats of engineering not to fall off in a stiff breeze.
"Now it may happen that in the course of your heroing you'll need to conduct a manhunt," Cara said, looking suspiciously like the cat that'd gotten the canary in cream. "When your quarry is male, almost invariably your first and last stop on this chase will be the nearest brothel." Just in case there were any doubts about where exactly class was taking place today.
"Even on the exceedingly off chance you don't find your man," Cara's tone made it clear how likely she thought that wasn't. "Places like these are invaluable sources of local gossip and information because an astounding number of people loose all sense of discretion the moment sex is on the table."
"Today you have to charm the whereabouts of a miscreant you're chasing out of one of these lovely persons of negotiable virtue." Cara told them. "And I mean charm, anyone making trouble is liable to be tossed out on their ear. If they're lucky."
Upon entering students might have noticed the large room, with its walls of sandstone and comfortable looking sofas scattered around, they might have noticed the bar with its wooden kegs and metal flasks, they might have noticed the tasteful silk hangings bordering doors and... artistic murals. But what they probably noticed was the number of highly attractive women (and men) wearing clothes that ranged from low-cut to scandalous to barely existent to requiring impressive feats of engineering not to fall off in a stiff breeze.
"Now it may happen that in the course of your heroing you'll need to conduct a manhunt," Cara said, looking suspiciously like the cat that'd gotten the canary in cream. "When your quarry is male, almost invariably your first and last stop on this chase will be the nearest brothel." Just in case there were any doubts about where exactly class was taking place today.
"Even on the exceedingly off chance you don't find your man," Cara's tone made it clear how likely she thought that wasn't. "Places like these are invaluable sources of local gossip and information because an astounding number of people loose all sense of discretion the moment sex is on the table."
"Today you have to charm the whereabouts of a miscreant you're chasing out of one of these lovely persons of negotiable virtue." Cara told them. "And I mean charm, anyone making trouble is liable to be tossed out on their ear. If they're lucky."
Re: Get your charm on - WtbaH [03]
Okay, technically, he was about three. Or seventeen. Or five thousand. It all depended on how you were looking at him. But if he was too young to go hunting for a bad guy, how was he not too young to be a customer here?
"But it's important I find this man, he's sort of like..." He furrowed his brow a little in thought, and then recited the description he'd been given. And he only managed to stammer a little bit.
Re: Get your charm on - WtbaH [03]
"Oh, that sounds like one of Suzanne's, her rooms are though through there." She pointed at a hallway to the left of the room. "Just remember to knock first, or you'll get an eyeful."
Re: Get your charm on - WtbaH [03]
"Um, thanks," Evan murmured, and then hesitated for a moment, not certain if he was supposed to do or say anything else while turning progressively redder before finally mumbling an, "excuse me," and scurrying off to start knocking.
Not like that!