Creative Problem Solving, Tuesday, period 3

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The Danger Shop today was programmed to look like the courtyard in front of a large, swanky mansion, with four sets of elegant French doors closed on what looked like quite the elegant gala going on inside. Eliot stood with his arms crossed next to a fountain in the middle of the courtyard, nodding to the students as they came in.

Parker was wearing a cocktail dress. That was her only apparent concession to the venue; her hair wasn’t done, she wasn’t wearing jewelry. Or make-up. Or shoes.

“Today instead of busting out? You’re busting in. Although, you know, if you want to be subtle, you can do that too.”

"Behind us is the party of the year. Full of rich, influential people, good music, and some of the finest damn fondue you're gonna get outside of southern Europe." If Eliot did say so himself. "To get in, you gotta get past one of these four people." He hit a button and a simulated doorman appeared in front of each of the french doors. Two looked just like him, only in different outfits. Two looked just like Parker.

"How you do that is up to you. You could dress up and try to look all fancy and talk your way in. You could dress down an' tell 'em you're staff and talk your way in. You could distract 'em and sneak your way in. You could try fighting 'em." He smiled. "That's usually my favorite, but not usually for gettin' in."

Parker rolled her eyes at that. “Anyway, there are security guys around. I won’t say how many. So if you do decide to start a fight, it probably won’t finish up one-on-one. Have an exit plan!” She shook a finger at them. “Remember! Only people who can’t run go to jail for assault with a deadly weapon!”

Eliot frowned. "That is not a saying." Just so the kids understood that. "Parker just made that up."

Which wasn't saying it wasn't true.

Comments

Get in!

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Pick a doorway and try to con your way past the sim. (Sims will ping in in their own subthreads with full descriptions)

Re: Get in! - Sim the first

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A slightly blank-faced guy in a knit beanie and a t-shirt with meta for ET on it, he keeps looking suspiciously at his list and then up into the sky.

Re: Get in! - Sim the first

[notamascot]

"How much trouble am I in?" Kaylin asked the man nervously. "Am I even at the right door? Oh, I'm so dead."

She hadn't changed and was just in her slightly shabby brown tunic pants with a covering brown tunic.

Re: Get in! - Sim the first

[vdistinctive]

The man boggled at her wide-eyed. "They after you too?!"

Re: Get in! - Sim the first

[notamascot]

Kaylin looked at him even carefully, then decided to go with it. "I'm not sure I should tell you. How do I know you're not one of them?"

Re: Get in! - Sim the first

[vdistinctive]

The sim yanked on the sides of his hat and stared at her. "Do I look grey and talk in clicks?!" Come on, now! "My buddy Lenny, he warned me about this, they're comin', he said, they're comin' for all of us. He saw 'em, man, he saw 'em and he told me about 'em and they're grey and talk in clicks!"

Re: Get in! - Sim the first

[notamascot]

"Good point."

Kaylin looked around carefully, then leaned in closer. "I think I saw one go..." she pointed towards the door, careful to make her gesture small - as if she was hiding it from others. "Did you see it?"

Re: Get in! - Sim the second

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This one looks like a fairly plain, boring, moderately well dressed man in a pony tail and glasses, he's got his list tucked under his arm and seems to be paying more attention to Parker's cocktail dress than anything else.

Re: Get in! - Sim the second

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy had her eye on two of the sims, one of which was this guy. Rather than approaching him right away, she lingered back and kept an eye on how he interacted with other guests. Was he attracted to their teacher specifically, or would anything in a skirt do?

Re: Get in! - Sim the second

[vdistinctive]

If the way the sim's eyes roved over Kathy's outfit and lingered on her legs was any indication, it was a fair bet he wasn't just interested in Parker, no.

Re: Get in! - Sim the second

[spin_kick_snap]

She could do this she could do this she could totally do this--

Dammit! This was probably going to involve flirting! Why hadn't she realized that sooner? Why didn't this school teach some kind of semester-long flirting seminar so she could have learned to do that already?

Okay, okay, he was definitely checking her out. She didn't need to make her move yet. She could...smile! Yes! Definitely smile!

But, like, a little. Not a happy grin or whatever. Some kind of 'look how cool I am which is a lot' smile. A kind of...Irene smile. Yeah.

...That was not an Irene smile.

Re: Get in! - Sim the second

[vdistinctive]

Oh honey. He wasn't looking at your smile.

"Well ain't you just prettier'n a greased up pig on a Sunday in August," the sim said. Maybe. It was hard to tell. That accent was almost completely indecipherable.

The muttered "dammit, Parker" from the actual teacher some distance away, on the other hand, was perfectly clear.

Re: Get in! - Sim the second

[spin_kick_snap]

Well, on the one hand, yay for not paying attention to the smile. On the other hand, UGH GUYS LIKE THIS. On the other-other hand, yay for sneaking in.

"...Thank you?" Kathy said, assuming that whatever he'd said was meant to be complimentary. Probably. "And you're just as hot as...the asphalt on Hollywood Boulevard when the smog is heavy and it hurts to breathe."

OH GOD WHO LET HER DO THIS? Who let her think it was a good idea?

That wasn't stopping her from dropping him a wink and sliding one foot down the back of her leg. Was that sexy? SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW.

Re: Get in! - Sim the third

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

This person looks like she raided Bjork's closet. She's avoiding eye contact with you. And everyone else. We're also not sure what language that is she's speaking.

Re: Get in! - Sim the third

[spin_kick_snap]

This was the other sim Kathy was keeping an eye on. She didn't know if she could try twice (maybe with a costume change?), but if her plan for the first guy didn't work out, she thought she was hatching a viable plan on getting in with this...fine and upstanding party goer.

Re: Get in! - Sim the third

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Beedaba!" Said upstanding person ducked her sight-line away from Kathy, holding up one hand in a STOP maneuver, then muttered something under her breath. Her fingers made a gimme!-motion, although for what, was unclear.

Re: Get in! - Sim the third

[spin_kick_snap]

You know what? Kathy was going to go for it. She'd go back to her other plan later, but this was too good an idea to pass up.

Ducking back into the tent for a quick costume change, Kathy came back out looking less posh and more professional. Or, at least, she hoped. Then she immediately beelined for Lady Gaga's country cousin. "So sorry I'm late," she said, looking properly apologetic. "I'm Hana Park, your executive assistant for the evening. I'm here to make sure you want for nothing." She turned and grabbed for anyone who wasn't already dressed like a guest. "Excuse you," she snapped, trying her best to sound like her mom on a tear. "Don't you know who this is?" Because Kathy didn't. "Why doesn't she have a glass of champagne already? Where are the plated hors d'oeuvres? Is there some kind of problem here?"

Please let this work please let this work please please please let this work.

Re: Get in! - Sim the third

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Deeebada," the apparition said, in a much more satisfied tone. She still wasn't making eye contact, but her body language was almost smug. "Aleema, sareema. Hana Park?"

Re: Get in! - Sim the third

[spin_kick_snap]

"Yes ma'am?" 'Hana' asked, trying to place the language she was speaking and coming up blank. "Shall I escort you inside? We might be able to get some kind of service there. And I can find whoever left you outside to wait and give them quite the talking to. The nerve! Oh, someone's getting fired over this!"

Re: Get in! - Sim the fourth

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

This person is talking very quickly on her phone, eating a donut, drinking a latte, and scanning the place for who knows what. "Yeah, I mean, we have people from the antiquities department in Cairo here... No, Illinois, not Egypt... yes, and a few people from Athens-- what, of course Greece. Seriously?"

Good luck getting her attention.

Re: Get in! - Sim the fourth

[princessarcasm]

This one looked easy enough to get by. In her makeshift catering uniform, Amy ducked her head and attempted to walk right past her.

Re: Get in! - Sim the fourth

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Hold on one second--" The Sim stood in Amy's way and tapped her foot. "Excuse me! Excuse me. Where is your name tag?"

Re: Get in! - Sim the fourth

[princessarcasm]

Eep. Amy did her best to appear confident. She started rummaging in her pockets for the imaginary name tag.

"My name tag? Oh, my name tag. Shit. I know I was wearing it when I left the house this morning. It must have fallen off on the train. Do you mind if I just run in and get my boss? He can vouch for me. And I'm running late and I really don't want to get fired. Please?"

Re: Get in! - Sim the fourth

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Name tag and hair net," the woman said, frowning. She handed over a marker and said, "I'm Naomi, I'm coordinating this event. I'll give you five minutes to get a hairnet from the van, but after that, I'm marking you as late."

Re: Get in! - Sim the fourth

[princessarcasm]

"Of course. Thanks. I'll be right back," Amy promised, hurrying back to the tent.

One destroyed pair of fishnet stockings later, she had something that could pass as a hairnet as long as she held it in her hand and didn't try to actually wear it past Naomi. There wasn't much she could do to make a nametag, but she thought that maybe she could talk her way out of that issue.

"Got the hairnet," Amy panted, arriving back for Naomi's consideration just before the five-minute mark. Her makeshift hairnet was clutched in her hands in such a way that Naomi probably couldn't immediately see that it was just a ball of torn mesh fabric. "I texted one of my friends on the catering crew who's already here and she said she has an extra nametag, so I just have to find her. Thanks so much for being so patient; I know I really skated the line here," she added, her tone suggesting that the interaction was over and she'd be walking inside now.