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fandomhigh2018-07-12 06:38 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomhigh2018-07-12 06:38 am
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Laying Low 2.0, Thursday, Period 2
Once again, class was being held in the Danger Shop. Kanan had gone poking around for an interesting simulation, and the best he'd managed to find this week was some approximation of a school dance. Complete with all the glitter.
All. The. Glitter.
So, shrugging, he'd decided to roll with it.
"This week, we're going to touch on identity," he said, launching into his lecture and ignoring the specks of light being thrown by the disco ball above. "Because sometimes, if you're laying low, the first thing you're going to have to lose is going to be... well... you."
And a shrug. Everyone had been in his class last semester. He figured after that lesson taught by Caleb, they probably could guess at how he'd come to that conclusion.
"So today, we're going to mingle. To try to fit in at some kind of school reunion event while being somebody not ourselves. Last term I had you guys think about your tells, about things that give you away as you right out of the gate. I want you to keep those in mind while you mingle today, and to keep as much about yourselves under wraps as you possibly can in the process. Whether that involves coming up with a new identity is up to you, but remember that if you go that route, you're going to have to keep your story straight. So, keep it simple. Random guests are going to be on the lookout for each of you, and if they catch you slipping up in your story they'll kill you." He grinned and shrugged. "Which will make it an interesting party, at least."
He jerked a thumb toward the punch bowl. It wasn't spiked. It was going to stay that way.
"I'll be over there chaperoning. Probably badly, if you all end up dead. If one of the simulated guests catches you, that far wall is your penalty box. Wait a minute, and then head back out there to try again. The longer you can go without someone figuring out who you are, the better. It might take more than one try."
[OOC: Open!]
All. The. Glitter.
So, shrugging, he'd decided to roll with it.
"This week, we're going to touch on identity," he said, launching into his lecture and ignoring the specks of light being thrown by the disco ball above. "Because sometimes, if you're laying low, the first thing you're going to have to lose is going to be... well... you."
And a shrug. Everyone had been in his class last semester. He figured after that lesson taught by Caleb, they probably could guess at how he'd come to that conclusion.
"So today, we're going to mingle. To try to fit in at some kind of school reunion event while being somebody not ourselves. Last term I had you guys think about your tells, about things that give you away as you right out of the gate. I want you to keep those in mind while you mingle today, and to keep as much about yourselves under wraps as you possibly can in the process. Whether that involves coming up with a new identity is up to you, but remember that if you go that route, you're going to have to keep your story straight. So, keep it simple. Random guests are going to be on the lookout for each of you, and if they catch you slipping up in your story they'll kill you." He grinned and shrugged. "Which will make it an interesting party, at least."
He jerked a thumb toward the punch bowl. It wasn't spiked. It was going to stay that way.
"I'll be over there chaperoning. Probably badly, if you all end up dead. If one of the simulated guests catches you, that far wall is your penalty box. Wait a minute, and then head back out there to try again. The longer you can go without someone figuring out who you are, the better. It might take more than one try."
[OOC: Open!]
OOC!