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fandomhigh2024-01-12 07:22 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomhigh2024-01-12 07:22 am
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So You Want to Be a Detective; Friday, First Period [01/12].
The danger shop was set up like the bullpen of a police station, one that looked suspiciously like the fourth floor of the Nine-Nine, because who the hell was going to recognize it as such anyway? Rosa was sitting, arms folded, on 'her' old desk, waiting for everyone to come in, and offering a cup filled with pens for everyone to grab one if they didn't already have one.
Which, this was a class, you idiots, why are you coming to class without a goddamn pen?
Either that, or they were just taking it to fit in or be nice, which was almost as bad.
But that was neither here nor there and mostly just a little test for Rosa's amusement. She looked at everyone gathered around, looked at the clock, and sighed. Well. Time to get to it.
"So," she said, "you want to be a detective."
Heeeey, she said the class name!
"Or," she said, giving a glance to the stupid amount of people in this room right now that already had that title, "you already are and you want an easy grade for class that doesn't matter in a school that doesn't really do grades, or you just want to pick up some good skills from one of the best damn detectives we got around here. Or maybe you just think it would be fun because you like true crime or solving mysteries, or whatever reason you took this class, here's how it's going to go, more often than not: each week, we'll have a case, you'll try and figure it out, maybe there will be some particular method or details to focus on, but right now, for our first class, our mysteries are each other.
"Now, I'm the last person to tell you the importance of knowing who you're working with; I don't even know if I could be bothered to tell you the names of my two employees, to be honest." This was false, of course, but not the point. "But I do support investigating the people you're working with. It's good practice and you can find out some really weird shit. We're not doing full on dark web deep dives today, though, just a little bullshit get-to-know-you ice breaker in lieu of the usual introductions.
"Here's what I want." She hopped off the desk and started handing out slips of paper. "Write a few facts about yourself on these papers, we're going to throw them all into a hat. Then you're going to pick a random one from the hat, and your job is to figure out who that is on the paper. We'll start you out with some light investigative work, especially since this is a very small island where we already know each other pretty well, anyway. So, take five minutes, think of something good, and then we'll get started."
Which, this was a class, you idiots, why are you coming to class without a goddamn pen?
Either that, or they were just taking it to fit in or be nice, which was almost as bad.
But that was neither here nor there and mostly just a little test for Rosa's amusement. She looked at everyone gathered around, looked at the clock, and sighed. Well. Time to get to it.
"So," she said, "you want to be a detective."
Heeeey, she said the class name!
"Or," she said, giving a glance to the stupid amount of people in this room right now that already had that title, "you already are and you want an easy grade for class that doesn't matter in a school that doesn't really do grades, or you just want to pick up some good skills from one of the best damn detectives we got around here. Or maybe you just think it would be fun because you like true crime or solving mysteries, or whatever reason you took this class, here's how it's going to go, more often than not: each week, we'll have a case, you'll try and figure it out, maybe there will be some particular method or details to focus on, but right now, for our first class, our mysteries are each other.
"Now, I'm the last person to tell you the importance of knowing who you're working with; I don't even know if I could be bothered to tell you the names of my two employees, to be honest." This was false, of course, but not the point. "But I do support investigating the people you're working with. It's good practice and you can find out some really weird shit. We're not doing full on dark web deep dives today, though, just a little bullshit get-to-know-you ice breaker in lieu of the usual introductions.
"Here's what I want." She hopped off the desk and started handing out slips of paper. "Write a few facts about yourself on these papers, we're going to throw them all into a hat. Then you're going to pick a random one from the hat, and your job is to figure out who that is on the paper. We'll start you out with some light investigative work, especially since this is a very small island where we already know each other pretty well, anyway. So, take five minutes, think of something good, and then we'll get started."
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