John Constantine (
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fandomhigh2019-05-16 11:42 pm
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Working the Long Con, Friday, Second Period
It was a grumpy, rumpled librarian that stomped his way into class after the students had arrived, bonelessly dropping into his chair and kicking his feet up on to his desk as he fished about in his coat for some cigarettes.
The school board might make him teach -- again -- but they couldn't make him behave.
"Right, I'm Constantine, and you're most likely here because you're gullible and thinking this is going to be an easy 'A', a delinquent, or for some strange reason thought this was an academic class with philosophical value," he said, lighting up. "More the fools you, but I can work with it."
"So, let's start with the basics. A con is a game, one where hopefully you're the one writing the rules and the people around you are the pieces you're moving. Like how you lot probably showed up last week when I didn't." Because he'd been really really hung over on the mainland.
"It's a scam, a grift, a hustle, all those words designed to make it sound as shady as possible, although the number of reasons you could be running a con are infinite, at least when you're justifying it to yourself. It usually just boils down to one, very simple motivation: You want something," he continued bluntly. "So give me your name - or whatever the hell you want to be called for the purposes of this class, I don't care - and tell me one time you ran a scam on someone. Give me an idea of what you already know, kids, then we'll get on to Arts and Crafts."
...yes, that actually was as ominous as it sounded.
The school board might make him teach -- again -- but they couldn't make him behave.
"Right, I'm Constantine, and you're most likely here because you're gullible and thinking this is going to be an easy 'A', a delinquent, or for some strange reason thought this was an academic class with philosophical value," he said, lighting up. "More the fools you, but I can work with it."
"So, let's start with the basics. A con is a game, one where hopefully you're the one writing the rules and the people around you are the pieces you're moving. Like how you lot probably showed up last week when I didn't." Because he'd been really really hung over on the mainland.
"It's a scam, a grift, a hustle, all those words designed to make it sound as shady as possible, although the number of reasons you could be running a con are infinite, at least when you're justifying it to yourself. It usually just boils down to one, very simple motivation: You want something," he continued bluntly. "So give me your name - or whatever the hell you want to be called for the purposes of this class, I don't care - and tell me one time you ran a scam on someone. Give me an idea of what you already know, kids, then we'll get on to Arts and Crafts."
...yes, that actually was as ominous as it sounded.

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It probably wasn't hard to tell which category she fell under, there.
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The cigarette was yukky. Cigarettes in general were yukky but the one in the room that she had to see and smell was the yukkiest and Delirium would like it ever so much better if it were, say, a candy stick that tasted the way a first bite of sharp cheese felt - all tongue-tingly-and-happy when your cheeks go tight and your mouth waters in anticipation of the delicious about to happen. That feeling. Only as a candy stick flavor. It would be ever, ever so much nicer.
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And this would in no way bite Vette in the ass later, sure.
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Barnabas was on the floor, slowly wrapping his paws over his eyes.
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Beat.
"Ooooh.. " So many possibilities sprang to life in her head.
"Ahem. Delirium," Barnabas tried to redirect her.
"Huh? Oh. You left off my other sister and my other brother and my yet another brother," Delirium pointed out helpfully, "but it wasn't none of theirs. It was my own idea! My very own, thought up all by me!"
Beat.
She shuffled a foot against the floor. "Wellllll.. Lucien helped. A little."
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And potentially Destructive.
"Did Lucien sign you up for this, then, or did you pick this class?"
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"There's a new one. Um. Brother. Sort of? He's not really new but he is really new but he's the same only he's not? And mad is me, not any of my brothers. Or my sisters. Not even Desire when Desire wants boy or girl or none of the above pronouns." Beat. "Dream's hair and coat is all white now instead of all black." That made perfect sense, right? "And Fiddler's Green wanted to stay gone and not be put back right and he's really sad about that but he respected Fiddler's Green's wish to stay with our sister. She'll take good care of him. She always does."
Beat.
Delirium beamed, "I picked it!"
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Master Zho had always tended to extend the 'feel, don't think' habit to more areas than Jedi philosophy.
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"I want each of you to take a few moments coming up with a new name and identity, something you can remember easily in a pinch -- especially the birthday, that's the one they always ask while they're holding your ID -- then get your asses up here to use the webcam to take your picture and then place an order through the wonders of the internet."
Look, he was pretty sure half these kids didn't have any kind of ID in the first place. They might as well have something to have with them if they wanted to go do anything off-island, where people demanded ID for shite as ridiculous as a PG-13 movie.
Anything else the kids did with them was not his problem.
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"I already have one of these for Earth," she noted. "It's weird, there was something called Photoshop involved? I don't suppose there's a way to get these things done up for where I'm from, huh? You can never have too many fakes."
Not that she could get home these days, but she didn't generally even look at her Earth fake. Her face in human cosplay unsettled her in ways that made her lekku twitch.
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...John was not a good role model, no.
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Unless he could read Aurebesh, he probably wouldn't be able to tell that this one was declaring her name to be Supi'brill, homeworld Nar Shaddaa, but that probably wouldn't have meant much, anyway.
"Never leave home without it."
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"Iiiii," she declared when it was her turn, "Am Amaryllis Beatrice Consuela Daphne Eurydice Ferniswell Ganymede Honoria Islington Jemsimalle Keukitonia Lenore Marzipan Nematodea Ozymandius Pennyroalties Quizmalia Rosepetal Sophronia Turpingtinnington Usvelius Venezenobia Willheminna Xohrzha Ysabellion Zamanasthras!"
Beat. Birthdays were hard. "My birthday is February 30th and Iiiii.." She swanned right over that desk. "Am an actress!" Beat. "No! I am a playwright!"
Beat.
"Maybe I'm a monkey? No, no, can't be monkies today, monkies have boring names, uh.. hm.."
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"Has to be a name you can remember, pet," he reminded her. "Luckily, with your look, we can get away with something interesting. What about 'Del Nyx' or 'Eurydice Del'? Either of those should be easier for you to recall."
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Barnabas whuffed. "I think perhaps there's a character limit, Delirium, so you will need a shorter name?"
"Oh," Del said, thinking, "Can I be Zenobia delIrium? That sounds fancy and sort of Spanish-y or Italian-y when you move the capital to the middle of the word."
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OOC