fandomhigh | Creative Problem Solving, Tuesday, period 3

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.

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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.

"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.

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.

"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?"

"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!"

Now that was the kind of service She liked to see! "Bee!" She nodded again, looking quite pleased, and waited for Kathy to precede her inside.

Don't worry, Kathy, she's just speaking Parker Being Weird.

Kathy was silently apologizing to every minimum wage worker she'd ever seen her mom harangue, even as she used every bit she could remember to really sell her act.

"Please just follow me and we'll get to the bottom of this," 'Hana' fumed. "Once we're inside, I'll get you set up with the champagne--and if they're not breaking out the Dom Pérignon I will know why!--and then I will personally march in there and find out who is in charge of this circus act! Leaving you standing out in front like some kind of plebeian...is this how they treat all of their A-list guests?"

Hopefully the fuming would keep people from talking to her. And it made an excellent cover for why she'd be bailing within minutes of arriving inside!

She pointed to some sparkling water, and folded her arms, nose in the air. Then put her hands over her ears and whined.

Somewhere quiet to be alone with her water, please! And then you could do whatever you like!

"Right away ma'am!" Kathy said, fetching some sparkling water immediately. She brought the whole damn bottle over along with a single cup, and then led...darn it, Kathy still didn't know her name!...over to a quiet corner in the shadows. "I can only imagine how trying this must have been for you," she sympathized, pouring a glass of water and then setting the bottle down next to her for refills. "You just relax and get your feng shui back and realign your chakras and maybe practice a little Reiki for your nerves, and I'll go and take care of everything."

Finally, someone who understood her. She gave a huge sigh, took the cup and closed her eyes. Small sips. Tiny sips! ... and a wave of her fingers, because you can go now, Kathy. That was very adequate.

KATHY WOULD TAKE IT!

With a few more hastily babbled nothings, Kathy got while the getting was good. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to be doing in here, but she was in and that was good enough for her!

...Maybe she'd duck back out and try her other plan. Because it never hurt to have more than one method practiced!

And after she saw how laughable her attempt at flirting her way inside was, she could try to sneak around in a tiny skirt and see if that actually fared any better. WOO! PLANS!

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