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fandomhigh2016-02-19 02:19 pm
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20th Century American History, Friday, February 19, 2016
Today the American History class wasn't meeting in the classroom. Steve had discovered the Danger Shop and had gotten it programmed to look like the Stork Club:
It was complete with a live band and GIs dancing the Charleston with beautiful women.
"Right, this week I was going to start in on World War II and the history of the '40s, but it's pretty clear that no one is concentrating on anything, so we're going to do something to burn off a little of that excess energy."
No, his ears weren't red. You're imagining things.
"This is the Stork Club in New York City, circa 1942 or so. Dress code is strict, so I've got suits for the gents and dresses and silk gloves for the girls--you'll get corsages, too, it was a tradition from the club--and then you'll get a chance to wander around and dance. Now Mr. Billingsley, who ran the place, let under-age folks in, but he'd definitely make sure you couldn't drink, so Shirley Temples or Roy Rogers for the lot of you, I'm afraid." Steve clapped his hands. "So mingle and see if you can catch Mr. Billingsley using some of his famous hand signals to his wait staff as he makes the rounds."
He coughed. "And remember, if you get friendly with any of the patrons, they're not real, but your classmates are and that's the kind of reputation that'll stick with you."
With that the simulation sprang to life and a dozen patrons converged on Steve, calling out "Captain America!" and asking for autographs. Steve looked nonplussed at the attention.
It was complete with a live band and GIs dancing the Charleston with beautiful women.
"Right, this week I was going to start in on World War II and the history of the '40s, but it's pretty clear that no one is concentrating on anything, so we're going to do something to burn off a little of that excess energy."
No, his ears weren't red. You're imagining things.
"This is the Stork Club in New York City, circa 1942 or so. Dress code is strict, so I've got suits for the gents and dresses and silk gloves for the girls--you'll get corsages, too, it was a tradition from the club--and then you'll get a chance to wander around and dance. Now Mr. Billingsley, who ran the place, let under-age folks in, but he'd definitely make sure you couldn't drink, so Shirley Temples or Roy Rogers for the lot of you, I'm afraid." Steve clapped his hands. "So mingle and see if you can catch Mr. Billingsley using some of his famous hand signals to his wait staff as he makes the rounds."
He coughed. "And remember, if you get friendly with any of the patrons, they're not real, but your classmates are and that's the kind of reputation that'll stick with you."
With that the simulation sprang to life and a dozen patrons converged on Steve, calling out "Captain America!" and asking for autographs. Steve looked nonplussed at the attention.
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Explore the Club
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Talk to Steve
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