[At the hotel, Fiona is just kind of hanging around the lobby, surreptitiously glancing toward the door that leads to the basement while she waits for the little kitty hotel workers to clear out. Someone always seems to be passing by the door, so this is going to require some finesse, she thinks, which could actually work as lesson number one for Maya. It's not exactly picking locks, but sneaking around is just as important!]
Fiona is instantly on edge when Maya just plows over, scrambling to grab her into a hug. A hug that will smash Maya's face into her shoulder, hopefully shutting her up.]
Hahaha, Maya. Good to see you! [And, hissing a whisper:] First lesson: be sneaky.
[Having her face smashed into Fiona's, ahem, shoulder, does shut up her up pretty quickly, partially because she freezes up initially because she has no idea what the fuck is happening, and partially because she is weak to sisterly hugs, even if this is a fake sisterly hug]
[She gets the message, though, good job Fiona]
G... Got it!
[she's using her indoor sneak voice, it's a Catmas miracle]
[Thank Cat Santa (Santa Claws, obviously) for this, truly. Fiona lets the hug linger for a moment before she's satisfied that Maya will hush enough if she isn't, like, smothering her.
Stepping back, she moves casually toward the door.]
Okay. I'm blocking you from view. Go ahead and open the door real fast and I'll follow you in. [Unless it's locked. Which she didn't even think to check, whoops.]
[She actually whispers, instead of loudly stage whispering. She scampers to the door the second Fiona lets her free of her death hug, but as she scampers over she does indeed discover--]
Ms. Fiona! It's locked!
[is her lockpicking lesson gonna be trial by fire or what]
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I mean, you. Maybe you got less boring. Because you're him.
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you can tell it's me by my obvious charm and coolness right??? RIGHT???
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gimme a sec...........
calculating coolness............
Oh, Maya, it's you! What's up?
1/2
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it looks like we're all gonna be busy fighting robots in Oska
so i was thinking we could hang out now!!
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what kinda sweet Fiona moves did you wanna teach me anyway
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Wellll, that depends! I know a lot of cool stuff. Picking locks, card games...
[She proooobably shouldn't teach Maya how to pick pockets. She's not here to corrupt the youth.]
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!!!!!
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i already know how to kick nick's butt at poker but i wanna learn lockpicking!!! :D I could break in ANYWHERE
[who said Fiona had to corrupt the youth.....]
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Nick?
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he's my assistant!
he sucks at poker ;)
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i'm kind of the brains of the outfit anyway
[don't laugh, Fiona]
so you're gonna teach meeeee?!!
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We'll have to find something for you to practice on, though. Maybe there's a chest in the basement or something. Like pirates!
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we'd be adventurers! pirate adventurers!
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do u wanna action
yes ok let's do it
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Ms. Fiona! Heeey, Ms. Fiona!
[she's so subtle]
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Fiona is instantly on edge when Maya just plows over, scrambling to grab her into a hug. A hug that will smash Maya's face into her shoulder, hopefully shutting her up.]
Hahaha, Maya. Good to see you! [And, hissing a whisper:] First lesson: be sneaky.
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[Having her face smashed into Fiona's, ahem, shoulder, does shut up her up pretty quickly, partially because she freezes up initially because she has no idea what the fuck is happening, and partially because she is weak to sisterly hugs, even if this is a fake sisterly hug]
[She gets the message, though, good job Fiona]
G... Got it!
[she's using her indoor sneak voice, it's a Catmas miracle]
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Stepping back, she moves casually toward the door.]
Okay. I'm blocking you from view. Go ahead and open the door real fast and I'll follow you in. [Unless it's locked. Which she didn't even think to check, whoops.]
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[She actually whispers, instead of loudly stage whispering. She scampers to the door the second Fiona lets her free of her death hug, but as she scampers over she does indeed discover--]
Ms. Fiona! It's locked!
[is her lockpicking lesson gonna be trial by fire or what]
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