fandomhigh | Summer Session 2, Scoobying Workshop #2, Afternoon 7/18/2006

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Summer Session 2, Scoobying Workshop #2, Afternoon 7/18/2006

There are drinks set out on a folding table near the unlit campfire. There's also a cardboard box at each end of the table, as yet unopened. Xander is standing in front of the table handing out cups.

"This one might go a lot easier than it did last time, considering what I'm gonna do today is make you talk, and after this weekend, I don't think anybody's gonna have a problem coming up with things to say. There's a catch to it, though, and it'll be a little different than when the last class played this game, too."

"Last week we looked at one specific job someone might have on a team; this time, we'll go with a skill that can be useful for anybody when you're trying to support your fellow Scooby-types -- or your flashy superpowered leader, if you have one. We'll switch back and forth between those two things each week for most of the workshop, and look at putting them together towards the end.

So what skill comes in really handy when you're trying to investigate a crime, stop the bad guys, rescue the princess or otherwise save the day for goodness, justice, puppies, and truth?

The ability to lie your ass off.

I know that sounds kind of contradicty, like 'jumbo shrimp' or 'bad pie,' and some of you guys may not be down with bending the truth until it squeaks, but the fact is that sometimes you might have to, at least for a while. You may need to cover for your friend with the secret identity, or your entire group that just cut class to go slay ~~creepy guys with scalpels~~ jello dragons, or yourself, if you're in the wrong place at the wrong time. And hey, maybe you'll get lucky enough not to need it -- but it's a skill you should have, just in case."

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[Open like a thing I am not lying about being open! Posted early because as with last week, work, she shall be nuts, so my availability to ping in will also be limited and erratic.]

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"Blowing up the chem lab. They didn't appreciate my efforts to help the school out." Broots considered his next question. "Didn't I run into your sister the other day?"

Parker blinked, give Broots credit. "Possibly. Was she still picketing the movie theater, protesting the killing of baby seals? I've told her not to do that." She cocked her head. "Or did she just hit on you?"

"More like she hit me when I pointed out that there weren't any baby seal deaths in the past twenty years." Broots tried to come up with something that wouldn't get him killed. "Does she often chain herself to movie theaters?"

"Go, Ermintrude." Parker snickered, then said, "Only when the moon is full. She's a were-protester. It's nothing to be ashamed of. She'll be wearing Prada again by tomorrow." She took a breath, then looked at the computer case he's brought in. "So. That yours?"

Broots bit down on his lip to keep from bursting out laughing. Parker's question did throw him off balance for a second. "Wha-no! No way! It's my sisters. I wouldn't even know how to turn it on if there wasn't a handy arrow pointing the way."

"So you don't mind if I borrow it?" She grinned. "I have to send an e-mail to... uh... right. My terrorist cell."

"Of course not." Broots made no move to remove the laptop case from his shoulder. "Which country?"

"Greece. I speak prefect Greek. //Yes, I speak Greek.//" Which was a lie, since that was the *only* Greek she spoke. "Is now good for you? I want to contact them before the stock exchange closes in Hong Kong."

Broots hesitated but handed the laptop over with a warning look. Or at least what he hoped looked like a warning look. "You have about twenty minutes. Which government are you planning on taking down?"

Parker's grin widened. "The French. Damn them. With their shoes and wines. Viva la Resistance! Right?"

She carefully opened the computer, then hummed. "Gosh. I don't know how to get into the chat program. And you don't either, right? So I guess I better just hit a few buttons."

Parker knows how to use a computer, Parker knows how to use a computer, Parker knows how to use a computer... Broots did his best not to grab his laptop out of her hands. "And the cheese? Who can even eat that? And it doesn't have a chat program, so far as I know. So how much longer are you staying here?"

"Depends on if I--" Parker nearly says something like flunk out or not, but since this actually could be possible, she stops, reconsidering. Opening a Word document, and Xcel spreadsheet, closing them. "--win the Miss America title," she finishes, smirking. "Then I might have to take a leave of absence." She hits a few more buttons just to work Broots' nerves, then finds the chat program.

"OOooo, lookit. I can contact my... co-conspirator from here on this handy chat program. I assume. Let's see if it works!"

Broots felt his eye begin to twitch. He dug his nails into his palms and made the best smile he could. "Miss? So when's the gender change opperation scheduled for?" He reflexively took a step back.

Parker was about to hit him for that, when she realized she had a much, much better weapon still in her hands.

"What's that you said? You're giving me your sister's computer? Awww. That's so sweet," she purred, smiling poisonously. "I always wanted one."

Broots let out an involuntary whimper but then took a deep breath. And another. And a third just for luck. "Go ahead, but I've got to warn you, she has a black belt in Karate and she ignored the whole "don't harm others" thing."

Parker tapped her fingernails on the case, grinning a little at the whimper, then said, "Perhaps I can give it to... my husband. Yes. I'm sure he'd find a good use for it." She gave Broots a warning glare, and flicked the off switch.

Broots let out yet another deep breath. "Oh, how long have you two been married?" And then, because he just couldn't stop himeslf. "Is he the young man I saw you with this morning?"

"Probably. Jeraldo works as a undercover spy and pool cleaner. We've been married ten years, really. Did you see us at the gym?" Parker picked up the computer by its handle, swinging it on two fingers in front of him. "I'm so glad you don't want this back. He'll love it."

Broots finally snapped. "Please don't hurt my laptop!" Then Miss Parker's words kicked and he snorted.

Parker snickered in response. "Awww. Jeraldo will be so disappointed." She handed over the laptop, then pointed at him and touched her nose. "Buzzzzt!"

Broots stuck his tongue out at her and fixed the laptop on his shoulder. "Continue?"

"Why not?" She grinned. "So. Does your sister plan on attending Fandom High?"

"I ho-yes, she is. She'll be joining us in the fall. And yours?"

"Ermintrude's on sabbatical until the charges are dropped," Parker says with a completely straight face. "That way, the next school won't have any warning. So, going to take up martial arts this semester?"

"Yup. Don't how my leg will feel about it, but I'm all ready to go and... hit things again. Speaking of charges, how did you wind up here?"

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