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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It was a special, special island?

"Mostly from around here?" Kathy scraped her toe along the floor. "Though somewhat back home, too. There's a lot of gang activity in my corner of LA."

Gang activity. Right. Of course.

"Guessin' running's probably your best option for that." What? She'd brought it up first. "'Specially with that bouncing you were doin' last week."

It was true! Frigging South Seventeens were a menace. They were like cockroaches.

"I've done my fair share of running from them," Kathy said, frowning. "Though there's only so much running someone can do before you run yourself out."

Physically, metaphorically, whatever.

Eliot tilted his head and nodded. "True. That when you start makin' chemistry class bombs?"

Kathy shook her head. "No, this was the first time I ever made them outside of a computer simulation. I'm taking AP chemistry this year and my textbook includes stuff like that. To make it interesting, I guess."

Or because it was being taught by HAL 9000. One of those.

"Besides," she added, belatedly. "They're, umm, illegal. To use on people. And stuff."

Good save!

Eliot almost managed to stop the amused snort at that from getting out.

Almost.

"And we definitely wouldn't want to break the law."

Try to say that like you mean it, honey, you're supposed to be a role model, here.

...Was that a conspiratorial smile peeping up at him? It waaas!

"Absolutely not," Kathy said, trying to look innocent. "Though sometimes people may think it's better to break a few tiny laws to uphold some more important ones."

Like, say, laws about vigilantism. For example. Hypothetically.

Hypothetically Eliot was absolutely fine with that one being broken.

Hypothetically he was fine with a whole lot of other laws being broken, too, just so long as the laws getting broken "punched up", as it were.

"There are a lot of little tiny laws," he said. "No one can keep track of all of 'em all the time."

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