[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]
[That's exactly what it's going to be, GET READY TO LEARN FAST, MAYA.
But no, Fiona assumed it would be open -- and then they could go downstairs and look for locked chests, because that's what is in every basement in Fiona's apparent RPG life experience -- so she grimaces a little and reaches inside her jacket for some lockpicks, handing them surreptitiously back to Maya.]
Stick the thing in the thing and jiggle it around until you hear a click -- [She's probably not the best teacher.]
[luckily, Maya's good under pressure. Also "stick the thing in the thing and jiggle it around" is weirdly easy for her to parse, so after looking at the lockpick, she quickly jams it in the lock and starts jiggling]
[she..... seems to have some kind of natural talent (the little thief), so it clicks open easily after several seconds of jiggling. Good job with your vague and terrible instructions, Fiona]
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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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But no, Fiona assumed it would be open -- and then they could go downstairs and look for locked chests, because that's what is in every basement in Fiona's apparent RPG life experience -- so she grimaces a little and reaches inside her jacket for some lockpicks, handing them surreptitiously back to Maya.]
Stick the thing in the thing and jiggle it around until you hear a click -- [She's probably not the best teacher.]
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[she..... seems to have some kind of natural talent (the little thief), so it clicks open easily after several seconds of jiggling. Good job with your vague and terrible instructions, Fiona]
--Got it! I heard the click!
[she tries to open the door, and-- voila]