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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"Fucking snowmen," Fjord agreed. And then rolled his eyes. "They don't hold up against salt water at all, though."

Boring.

"Well yeah," Jack said, printing the license, "Salt dissolves snow and ice. Keeps it from freezing. Chemistry in action."

"Takes all the fun out of throwing a curse their way," Fjord noted. "Maybe the next time something attacks, it'll be a little more substantial."

Wishful thinking?

"Yeah," Jack gave a somewhat petulant little sigh, "I hope so. I am so very bored."

Flicking the license with her finger a few times, she handed it over. "And now if we get too bored here, we can at least go drinking on the mainland."

"Somethin' to look forward to," Fjord replied with a little grin as he accepted the license and gave it a thoughtful once-over. "You should hook Beau up with one of these things, too. She's the reason I'm even aware of drinking limits."

Jack smirked, "Got one for her. I got her picture ages ago, just hadn't gotten around to it until today. Kept her first name, she's now Bo Derekson."

Because Jack wasn't above terrible jokes that the recipient wouldn't get.

Yeah, Lincoln here didn't get it, either. Alas.

Maybe after a little longer on Earth?

But probably not.

"Well, that's handy, then. One of these days we're gonna have to all go drinking at some bar none of us is employed at."

"Won't that just be a treat," Jack smirked, "Bets on Beau to start the bar fight."

That.. wasn't a difficult bet right there. Someone would look at her wrong and Beau would punch them.

"Well, someone's got to," Fjord noted, reasonably. "Beau's got a knack for it, I'm sure."

"If not then I'm sure she's the type who can improvise," Jack grinned, "She's so young, Fjord, it's almost adorable."

Jack was like.. five years older?

Yeah, you were all little babies.

"Is she?" Fjord looked faintly amused. "Never really thought about it."

Well. Tiny bit.

"She grew up fast just like the rest of us but yeah. It's there if you look," Jack said.

Beau was adorable.

Also kind of hot.

But she wasn't going there.

"Huh," Fjord replied, tiling his head a little bit. "I suppose now I'm gonna have to look."

... Insight was not his strongest point, okay?

Jack shrugged, "It's not a big thing. She's not like, immature about shit."

Not more than the rest of them anyway.

Not that the rest of them were always real mature.

Not especially, nah.

"Not that I've noticed," Fjord agreed. "Maybe not great at people, but... hell, around here, not many people are."

"Least of all me," Jack agreed. She really wasn't good at people but maybe if nobody else was all that good, that was why she was getting along here as well as she would.

Still weird.

"Island of Misfit Toys, that's us."

"Misfit... toys?"

Sorry, Jack. Fjord was not quite up to date on his stop-motion holiday specials.

"It's from a children's show. There's a guy who makes toys to give to children. Not all of the toys are perfect. Some are broken. Some are painted wrong. Some are missing parts. They're not perfect so they aren't given to children because he wants to give them good, perfect toys, you know? The toys that are different all go live together on an island and help each other," Jack explained.

She shrugged, "It's a whole thing about being proud of who you are even if you're different and how you're still good enough just the way you are. It's crap. The world doesn't work that way. But.. it's good crap, you know? It's the kind of shit kids should see and a message they should get. Doesn't usually stick because children are nihilistic, narcissistic little fucking sociopaths."

Fjord made a little snorting sound at that.

"That they fucking are."

... Hi. Only half-orc in the orphanage, over here.

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