Diplomacy, Monday, September 19, 2022

[sith_happened]

"Hello," Anakin said, flashing the class a small smile before leading them into the Danger Shop, which had been set up like a very stuffy diplomatic reception. "Welcome to the part of diplomacy you see most in movies. This is where people extract information and provide distractions for espionage."

Don't think he hadn't been paying attention to last week's discussion.

"But the vast, vast majority of your time will be spent drinking substandard drinks and eating a variety of canapes while not looking bored to death by small talk," Anakin said, "so that's what you will be practicing today. Start at least two conversations with your fellow students. Topics must be confined to: the weather, whether they have anyone visiting this upcoming weekend, and any pets they may have or used to have."

He smiled. "Enjoy."

Comments

Re: Chat it up!

[napking]

"I figure anything could happen," Gray said with a shrug. "I really hope it doesn't, though. Al would not enjoy that. He's very..." Gray searched for the right word for Alastair. "Put together."

Re: Chat it up!

[outofthequiver]

"That almost makes me wish it would rain meatballs," Libby admitted with a little bit of a grin. "Just to see how he might handle it. And, really, as long as it's just meatballs, that doesn't even sound too bad. I'd be more worried about it raining spaghetti...or just the sauce!"

Re: Chat it up!

[napking]

Gray pictured a meatball bouncing off Alastair's head, and Raiden catching it and popping it in his mouth, and cracked up. "I'm sorry," he said, "it's just--" and then he was giggling again.