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[pedaltothemetal]

[Falcon is gone. He is no longer here. Well, sort of. He kind of had an unfortunate run in with Skull Kid on Saturday morning and is teen_flacon this week. Exciting fun!

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September 14th, late morning, in the halls

[leadthemalong]

It was nice to not have any office hours this weekend, and other than checking up on the girls there wasn't much else to do. It was basically two days for his family. Now it was a new week, and it was right back to work.

This time of the day was usually a pleasant one for Olimar, because he liked to see if there were any faces he didn't recognize or if he would be fortunate enough to run into a fellow co-worker.

There was a teenage boy with medium length hair and a face that seemed to have caught the teacher's attention. If he was lucky, the boy would at least wave or look at him so he could get a better glimpse of him.

'That's odd...'

Re: September 14th, late morning, in the halls

[teen_flacon]

Falcon had spent most of the morning meandering through the halls, popping in on classes, chilling on common room sofas pretending he was doing work. You know. Student things. It was pretty okay.

Obviously this was the best idea ever.

Re: September 14th, late morning, in the halls

[leadthemalong]

"Are you a new student?" Olimar finally got the chance to ask. He was only hesitant in that something seemed eerily familiar about the teenager.

Re: September 14th, late morning, in the halls

[teen_flacon]

O-Oh man this was the greatest disguise ever it was even working on Ollie.

"Visiting." He said without hesitation, having rehearsed his story several dozen times in his head over the weekend. "Just for a week. Looking to transfer from Squeenix, maybe. Are you a teacher here?"

Monday, hallway near his office?, 1:30 PM

[badasscopters]

It was a day like this that Goose wished he could still be out camping with Surge. Blaaaah, going back to work. He had to sit in his office and jot down his ideas for Piloting, go over things related to it, and other such fun business. Oh boy oh boy.

Yeah this was pretty boring. He wanted to do something exciting and adrenaline pumping. Flying later was definitely on his agenda today. For now, however, he had work to do, and my, was his throat parched from sitting there and not drinking for a while?

He shrugged and got off of his chair, stepping out of his office to look for the nearest vending machine or water fountain.

Re: Monday, hallway near his office?, 1:30 PM

[teen_flacon]

Unfortunately the nearest water fountain was currently occupied. Hey, people needed to drink. Falcon stood and wiped his mouth, then turned around only to find himself bumping into the piloting teacher.

"Whoops." He said, ducking to the side a little to get out of the way. "Sorry about that."

Re: Monday, hallway near his office?, 1:30 PM

[badasscopters]

"Whoa, wha- oh, some kid," Goose blinked down and shrugged. "Eh, s'fine, just came for a drink."

He was about to do just that until he paused, the realization that he didn't even recognize this kid setting in. He glanced over at him and looked over him. How odd, he really didn't recognize him much. He looked a bit familiar, but not very much, so he shrugged it off. He was, however, curious about this kid.

"Ya' new here?"

Re: Monday, hallway near his office?, 1:30 PM

[teen_flacon]

Oh Goose. If only you knew. Falcon was thrilled, keeping a mental tally of how many people he'd been able to fool. Either he really didn't look like himself, or everyone here was just stupid. He may have been inclined to believe the latter.

"I'm visiting for the week. Taking a look around. I might transfer if I like it, we'll see."

The best part about being incognito was exploiting previous knowledge and push buttons, all while assuming a new identity. "What grade are you in?"

This is not a meeting, this is Max seeing the note on the door.

[tank_rockarms]

... I get to be football coach. Oh my god.

Re: This is not a meeting, this is Max seeing the note on the door.

[tank_rockarms]

I'm gonna whip all of their butts into shape.

Re: This is not a meeting, this is Max seeing the note on the door.

[tank_rockarms]

Wait... I don't have the playbook. I gotta have the playbook, we gotta practice plays, I don't know any of 'em yet we haven't even started nothin' crap.

Re: This is not a meeting, this is Max seeing the note on the door.

[tank_rockarms]

::Max knocks on the door hard enough that the door almost breaks down but doesn't, quite. He was being thoughtful. He leaves this note under the door after he gets no answer::

Re: Tuesday, late morning, in the halls

[teen_flacon]

Perhaps it was being regressed to high-school age that made him instinctively jump at the noise of an aggravated teacher. It was, unfortunately, a sound Falcon had heard often when he was seventeen the first time, so he turned to look for the source of the noise (hopefully it was directed at someone else) and immediately wished he hadn't.

Oh boy. Black Shadow was smart and probably recognized him already. And even if he hadn't figured it out, it was only a matter of time until he did, so Falcon was going to have to think faster than ever before.

...If he could pull this off, it would be his crowning achievement.

Luckily it wasn't so hard to turn an "Oh shit my greatest enemy" expression into "Oh shit this teacher's gonna give it to me." He'd keep up the act for as long as possible (honestly, just to see if he could) and hopefully make a quick exit.

"Sir?"

Re: Tuesday, late morning, in the halls

[teen_flacon]

The worst part about this was that Falcon had no idea if Black Shadow was buying it or not. The guy could easily be humoring him. In that case, the teenage Captain would be a giant fool. A big, dead, fool.

But he'd already put up the act, so he needed to follow through. Maybe if he was convincing enough, and refused to waver under the most pressurizing of pressures, he could do it.

"Actually, I'm not a student. I'm prospective...visiting for the week." That means you can't punish me or drag me off to kill me on the off chance I AM telling the truth so there.

Okay this is a real meeting let's say that it's Max on the way to the weightroom on Saturday

[tank_rockarms]

Max had a duffle bag (white canvas with a giant orange star on the sides) in one hand and a sweatband in his hair like he fell out of 1987 and instead of cargo pants he was already wearing shorts -- he was wearing a, somehow, loose-ish tank top. It at least was loose enough that it wasn't showing off his 36 abdominal muscles. He was whistling something as he went off to his afternoon workout -- it was Saturday, so he had no afternoon classes, and could break up his workout into three parts instead of cramming it all into just two! How exciting for him.

He did wish, of course, that he had somebody to spot him. He was a little lonely - he had nobody to lift with regularly since Blastoise left. He'd probably have to get Knuckles to do it from now on. While Knuckles stood on a box or something so he'd be tall enough to spot Max.

Re: Okay this is a real meeting let's say that it's Max on the way to the weightroom on Saturday

[teen_flacon]

Incidentally, Falcon was on his way back from the weight room, having made an emergency run there to drop off the play book after finding Max's very frantic note. So what a happy coincidence it was that the two would pass each other going to and coming from the same room!

By this point, the Captain was pretty much on a roll with the fooling people thing maybe. Needless to say, he was getting a bit cocky.

Still, he'd kind of made a point of avoiding conversation if he could, just in case, so he gave Max a nod as he passed.

Re: Okay this is a real meeting let's say that it's Max on the way to the weightroom on Saturday

[tank_rockarms]

Max waved and then thought he knew the kid, then shook his head no, that he didn't know him at all.

And then in a corner of his brain he thought a tiny thought. Synapses fired, and Max put two and two together.

"Hey," he called out, "were you in the weight room?"

Re: Okay this is a real meeting let's say that it's Max on the way to the weightroom on Saturday

[teen_flacon]

Falcon stopped short. He should have known this was coming. "Uh...I was just there yes."

Dropping off my play book, but you don't really need to know that. "I was just scoping it out."

Oh Falcon, this would be the end of you.