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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Flick had waited for her to move into the duct before he got himself up into the vent and squeezed in. It was a tight fit but he made it and started shimmying his way towards the light.

He tapped on the vent to let her know he was good to go.

Kathy nodded to show her understanding and then realizes that Flick probably couldn't see her in the little light they had. So, she kept crawling forward, doing her best to stay quiet--she wasn't sure if the assignment was just to get out of the closet without being noticed or all the way to the other room.

At one point, the ducts turned with what looked like a way out. It also kept going into the darkness. She crawled a little ways beyond the hatch and then stopped again. "Here or keep going?" she whispered.

"Here," he said after a moment. "I don't want to end up in another classroom. If this doesn't work, we can keep going but let's give this a try before we make things harder on ourselves."

Kathy nodded and leveraged the grate open, then peeked out. "We're in the hallway," she reported. "Pretty close to the door we have to get to. I can't tell if the door is locked, though."

And would be useless if it were.

"I can pick the lock," Flick said, patting his pocket. "No sweat."

"What do I have to offer to get some lessons in how to use those?" Kathy asked. "I'm good for baked goods, I am just saying."

Grabbing her sweatshirt and their makeshift candle, Kathy hopped out of the ducts and stepped back to give Flick room to do the same.

Flick tumbled out of the vent and landed on his feet.

"You don't have to bake me anything, I'll show you," Flick said, wandering over to the door. "Not that hard. Just gotta practice."

"I'm in a baking class," Kathy assured him. "It's no trouble at all, promise."

And even if he wouldn't let her bake him anything in exchange for the lessons, there was always the opportunity to share, right?

"I'll keep watch, just in case the teachers try anything funny."

After several years on the island, Kathy was justifiably suspicious.

Flick gave the door a try and found it locked. He crouched down and got his lockpick kit out. A few clicks here, a slide and push there and the door swung open.

"And there we go."

Kathy applauded him all the way inside. "High five for teamwork!"

...You had realized your roommate was a dork already, right Flick?

"All right, only for you," he said, giving her the wanted high five. "Don't tell anyone or they'll all want high fives from me."

"Excuse them," Kathy sniffed. "These are vent-crawling-roomies high fives only. Very exclusive."

Very specific.

"If you need any help keeping the admirers away, just let me know. I can bodyguard with the best of them."

"You're too good to me," Flick told her, putting his tools back and then giving the set to Kathy. "Take these. I've got a few sets and I'll show you how to use them. You'll need good tools though and I've picked these out myself."

Kathy held the lockpicks to her chest and beamed at Flick. There were stadium lights that were dimmer than her smile. "You mean that? Really? You are the best, Flick, thank you!"

"Don't let your parents see those," he advised with a laugh. "Keep them hidden."

Oh god. Kathy didn't even want to imagine what her parents' reactions would be if they saw her with lockpicks. "Noooo worries there," she promised. "These are gonna stay out of sight whenever my parents are around."

She was getting quite a large collection of things that was true for.

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