[Palamedes scoffs, nodding in understanding; yes, not having to rub elbows is fantastic. He avoids rubbing elbows as often as possible.]
Anonymity for the more uncomfortably personal questions is an option, but I admit I don't trust it very much.
[People go on the omninet and tell lies all the time? No, that's a last resort kind of option if he's ever encountered one. Something else to be ironed out later, in the actual action stages of this endeavor. He's easily sucked into thumbing through Viktor's notebook once he's read that first paleblood page, voraciously consuming all the diagrams he honestly doesn't fully understand and, mm, carefully not so much as brushing a fingertip over the errant drops of blood.
Not because it's blood, no; because sometimes he can't turn the psychometry off, when the association is strong enough, and blood coughed up onto this notebook is the exact kind of thing that will leap into the forefront of his thanergetic awareness at a touch. Mmph.]
Give me ten minutes in a classroom and I can have a month's supply of chalk for you, guaranteed. If I'm already there to make a run for it with the chalkboards, I might as well. [Still not a joke, however,] It is cheaper, though.
[They can probably do some legal purchasing, just to save time. Hell, in this part of town there's likely someone selling chalk not a few blocks away. He pauses in his notebook devouring to fix Viktor with a look of serious consideration that is, of course, entirely put-upon; he's already completely on board to steal a chalkboard, but doing the bit is the done thing.]
You're good at distracting guards? [hmmmmm!] Sure. Let's rob a lecture hall.
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Anonymity for the more uncomfortably personal questions is an option, but I admit I don't trust it very much.
[People go on the omninet and tell lies all the time? No, that's a last resort kind of option if he's ever encountered one. Something else to be ironed out later, in the actual action stages of this endeavor. He's easily sucked into thumbing through Viktor's notebook once he's read that first paleblood page, voraciously consuming all the diagrams he honestly doesn't fully understand and, mm, carefully not so much as brushing a fingertip over the errant drops of blood.
Not because it's blood, no; because sometimes he can't turn the psychometry off, when the association is strong enough, and blood coughed up onto this notebook is the exact kind of thing that will leap into the forefront of his thanergetic awareness at a touch. Mmph.]
Give me ten minutes in a classroom and I can have a month's supply of chalk for you, guaranteed. If I'm already there to make a run for it with the chalkboards, I might as well. [Still not a joke, however,] It is cheaper, though.
[They can probably do some legal purchasing, just to save time. Hell, in this part of town there's likely someone selling chalk not a few blocks away. He pauses in his notebook devouring to fix Viktor with a look of serious consideration that is, of course, entirely put-upon; he's already completely on board to steal a chalkboard, but doing the bit is the done thing.]
You're good at distracting guards? [hmmmmm!] Sure. Let's rob a lecture hall.