Fandom High School

Today, the Private Investigations workshop met in a regular classroom, with a TV and DVD player set up at the front of the room.

"All right, kiddos, so today we were gonna do pub fights, but we've all had a bit of a busy weekend, so instead you get a nice and easy class. We're gonna watch Emerged From Antiquity and after the film's over, I'd like each of ye to come up with one major difference between the way detectives worked in the time period this movie was made, and the way they work today."

And with that, he pressed play on the remote and started the film.

"Now sometimes," Jake began, once everyone had assembled, "as strange as it may seem, folks aren't terribly forthcoming when ye wants to get information out of 'em and ye tells them you're investigating a murder or some insurance fraud or a kidnapping or what have ye."

"Which brings me to today's topic: lying. Now I know I know, some of yous are probably dead-set against or maybe uncomfortable with doing such things, but sometimes it's neccessary to avoid being punched in the face or other... undesirable outcomes. So we're gonna play that two truths and a lie game, and I wants you to try and guess each others' lies."

[ooc: did I forget it was Monday? Yes, yes I did. I had Grand Plans to get this up last night. Oops. hold for OCD up.]

The workshop was meeting out by the campfire because... well, because this was summer camp and Jake was pretty sure that's how things were supposed to go. At least none of them looked like juvenile delinquents. That was a good sign.

"Afternoon, b'ys," he greeted the lot of them. "You're here because you want to learn a thing or two about being a detective, and I'm here to be teachin' ye that."

"So hows about we start with tellin' me your name, and instead of something about yourself, since this is a class about detective work, I wants ye to tell me something you've observed about someone else in the class. For example, my name's Jake, and I'll have none of this Mr. Doyle stuff, just Jake, and I can tell that she," he jabbed a thumb at Harper, "makes her own clothes. A right clever seamstress, that one."

"And if you can't figure something out about someone in the class for real, pull something out of your arse. Lying convincingly is a useful skill in the field of private investigation." He waved a hand at someone random. "G'wan now, luh."

Once the introductions had finished, he added, "And one more thing. I'm looking for a TA, so if anyone feels like that's something they'd be interested in, come talk to me."

[ooc: plz to hold for OCD up!]