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

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.

Re: Get in! - Sim the fourth

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Naomi was now mainlining a frappuchino like her life depended on it. But she pulled away from her drink long enough to frown, then grudgingly say, "Okay, but if any of the guests catch you without one, Security is going to have you right back out here. Get a name tag before someone notices!" She grumbled a little and muttered, "Rich people." Those scum!

Re: Get in! - Sim the fourth

[princessarcasm]

"Thanks so much," Amy said quickly, then hurried on inside.

She could easily steal a name tag, but also, she figured getting in was the assignment. Did holographic appetizers taste real? She was about to find out.