fandomhigh | Civics - Art of Civil Disobedience Monday 4th Period

Jack waited while the class filed in. On her desk was a small square machine that looked like the world's wackiest printer. Because, essentially, it was. Behind it was a photographer rig with a neutral background and some umbrella-looking light diffusers.

"So the last few classes have been about gettin' out of restraints and gettin' a go-bag ready. Today's was supposed to be about dealing with the cops but the sheriff's," pause, "busy dealin' with some personal crap this week so he's punted to later. Today we're gonna talk about fake IDs. Something I am disappointed to find, every student at this school don't already have three of. Mostly kids use 'em for buyin' cigarettes or booze, which I don't condone, but it's always useful to have at least one extra identity. Even if it's one that exists solely for you to be able to burn it."

"I don't mean with actual flames. I mean, if you get stopped or hassled by the police or anyone, you can give 'em that name and ID info and then walk away and never use it again. It's called a burner identity. Not all of you look human and that'll set you up for some crap across the mainland. Which you already know. Most of you aren't from this reality or this planet and won't be up on all the laws and rules and sh..stuff. Combine the two of those, you got a recipe for more than your fair share of police harassment. Getting caught without identification on you is bad. They'll get all up in your business in a way you really don't want.

So. Today, we're going to set you all up with at least one fake ID. They won't be aged to let you buy booze, sorry. I'm not getting on the wrong side of the principal about that and besides, you can always go to Caritas. The first ID we do, we're gonna give it enough background ident that it'll pass a basic background check and we're gonna photoshop so your picture passes as human."

She looked around the room with a small frown. "This sucks," she said flatly, "We shouldn't have to photoshop anything or make you pass as anything. Believe that I know that. On this planet, on the other side of the causeway, that's all there is and you really don't want 'em finding out any different or you'll get a lot more attention than you want. We're gonna get you at least one little piece of plastic that'll get you past any minor sh..stuff. Then if you want, we can make you more with your real faces on 'em. Or other human disguises, whatever you want.

A good bolt strategy will have at least three different identities. You should also have at least two passports - we're not getting into that today - and at least one of the idents should be solid enough to take more than just a basic background check. Also not getting into that today. Today's just about getting you the basics."

"If you need some time to do your face or whatever, go do it now. When you come back, be ready to have your picture taken. If you strongly object to having a fake ID, sit and.. I dunno.. read about the Constitution or whatever. It won't affect your grade."

She hopped off the desk and went to set up the camera.

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"... This is going to be weird," Vette reported, frowning a little. "My human face? I don't know, surprise me."

She was more disgruntled about the idea of losing her lekku and gaining hair, honestly.

"It is gonna be weird," Jack bobbed her head in a nod, "It's gonna probably cause you some dysphoria if you look at it, and if it does, don't. Just stick it in a wallet or a pocket or bag or whatever if you go to the mainland where you might need it."

Jack putzed around with the software a bit, desaturating Vette's face and then doing a total recolor. Gave her a tan and some freckles for gits and shiggles. Covered the lekku with brown curly hair. Gave her ears instead of ear cones.

The end result.. had enough of her face to be identifiable as the same girl. But it wasn't. "There's the first attempt. Any suggestions or changes you want?"

Vette squinted at the end result, and made a face.

"Oh. Oh, wow. Okay. That's... me, I guess." Hello, yes, there was the dysphoria, there. "On a long list of things I am meant to be, that person does not even place."

And then, after a pause.

"But it works."

"It ain't you," Jack assured her, "It's a picture looks enough like your face structure to pass if it had to. We can change things around if you want."

The resulting picture was definitely human.

[ooc: I'm proud of that find.]

Vette nodded a little, and then lifted her shoulders.

"I mean, I don't have to like it, I just have to be able to use it, right? Mission accomplished, there."

She couldn't look away. It was like a weird train wreck.

"Basically, yes. Hopefully you'll never have to use it but you'll have it just in case," Jack told her.

She set it to print. An amused noise in her throat. She hiked her wallet out and rifled through the..more than three.. fake IDs she had brought with. Sent one spinning across the table to Vette.

It didn't really look like her even though it clearly was Jack.

"I've never in my life looked like that or wanted to," Jack made a face at the picture. Freaks me out even looking at it, like.. what I'd look like if I'd never been me, you know?"

Vette squinted at the picture, and then looked back at Jack speculatively.

"That is super weird."

Suuuper weird. She didn't like that, either.

"Sure as he..ck is," Jack agreed, "Useful, though. Someone lookin' for all of me like this? Never even glance at Suzie Soccer Mom there."

Vette nodded a little. And then paused.

"Is that a normal name? Suzie? I don't know my way around Earth names at all."

'Vette' was even weird for back home.

"It's short for 'Susan'," Jack explained, "Which is common enough. 'Suzie Soccer Mom' is an insult though. Not that there's anything wrong with moms or whatever, it refers to a specific type of personality goes along with the words. For this ID, you want something simple and common for both a first and a last name. You could google common female names if you want. For last names, best to stick with something like 'Anderson', or 'Johnson', or 'Smith'. Something there's hundreds of in any given phonebook, you know?"

Vette nodded a little bit. That made... some manner of sense, anyway. You didn't get quite as much of that in a galaxy as packed full of different species as hers. At least, not in the places she tended to hang around.

"Okay, so Anderson," she decided. Because she wasn't exactly fussy about fake names to go with her fake face. She already had a fake name, and she used it plenty. "And... Yeah, okay, I am pulling out my phone and using the Google, now."

See Vette. See Vette Google. Google, Vette, Google.

And squint. And frown.

"Luna? Melody? Violet?"

Why wasn't Vette okay, with names like those?

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