fandomhigh | Creative Problem Solving, Tuesday, period 3

Today, Parker was in black again. And looking very perky, outside a Danger Shop- created door.

“Something a little different from last week. There will not be cake. Sadly.”

Eliot tried not to facepalm in front of the students. This was going to be a Thing all semester, wasn't it. "Last week you all proved you're completely nuts," he said. "Except for Amy." STAIRS WERE A VALID LIFESTYLE CHOICE. "This week, we're going to see how you do getting out of a situation when you can't just leap off the side of a building."

Parker opened the door to reveal… a large storage closet. Paint buckets, a bookcase piled with tools of varying usefulness, and one small lit light-bulb were evident-- as was an air-duct with a small grate across it, just above head-height.

“We have enough closets for everybody. Or you can team up, and be locked in together. Object: get out of here before whoever put you in here comes back!”

"That's a simulated 'whoever'," Eliot noted. "We don't mean us." They weren't the bad guys in the class scenario. This time. "Once you're out, head for the room at the end of this hall." Eliot pointed to another closed, presumably locked door. "Where there will be something that isn't cake." You're welcome, Parker. "If you choose to team up, every person on the team has to make it, or you all fail."

“So don’t mess this up!... or stay in there just ‘cause it’s fun. I’m looking at some of you. You know who you are.” Or not.

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"Not until at least mid-terms." Which Parker didn't believe in, anyway. "What's totally the hair?"

"Whose hair?"

"On the phone," Eliot said, well aware even as he spoke that this was a fool's errand. "You told Hardison 'it's totally the hair'. What's totally the hair?"

"Oh, that."

These were really good nachos.

Eliot waited.

"Parker."

Not very long.

Dammit, if they were making fun of his hair, he had to know so he could fake threaten them with imaginary violence!

"Eliot." Yes, she knew their names. Crunch, crunch. "Ooo, look, Kathy-Flick team-up!" Their names too, apparently.

Eliot opened his mouth to try one more time, then gave up with an exasperated huff. "'Bout time somebody did. We gotta start makin' these things harder."

Or at the very least planning them earlier so they weren't rushing through programming it before class.

"Something with grifting or masterminding next week. And maybe make them search for stuff."

Oo, scavenger hunt. No, treasure hunt!

"Doubloons!"

"Make 'em break in as well as out," Eliot agreed. "Think maybe we should save the masterminding for later, though. Their final could be planning a whole job."

"That works. More guacamole?"

It was his plate she was eating off of and offering to him now.

"It's really good."

Eliot's attempt at a scowl at her offering him his own guac was lost beneath the amused snort. "I'm good," he said. "Thanks."

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