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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"I-I-I-I dunno, I -- my buddy Lenny, he'd be able to just say 'chase after him, Willy!' but I-I-I-I don't wanna get probed!" The sim whipped his head around, as though he thought the thing was sneaking up on him. "Which way didja say it went again?"

Kaylin pointed towards the building. "Look, I'll go after him if you go around the back and make sure he doesn't get past me." She patted her pockets. "I have something that just might stop him, but I have to get close enough."

The sim started nodding. "What is it? I gotta tell my buddy Lenny!"

Kaylin put a finger to her lips and shook her head. "Need to know. I don't want to have to kill you."

Then she leaned in. "But I can tell you this much. It hurts them right where they live. If you know what I mean." She raised her eyebrows at him, and nodded knowingly. Of course he understood, right?

The sim nodded, eyes enormous. "Yes'm. You'll have my complete cooperation!"

She pulled out the Smartphone she'd gotten last semester and looked at it seriously, as if it were giving her some information.

"All right then. On three, you head around back and I'll go in after it. If I don't come out, well... that's what we sign up for, isn't it? Ready? One, two, three..."

The sim grabbed onto his hat and bolted around the building.

And Kaylin made her way into the past with a smile.

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