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Outside the Teachers' Offices [Tuesday, Never-You-Mind O'Clock]

If you think Paris wasn't taking Rosa's class challenge EXTREMELY SERIOUSLY, you had clearly never met her.

She was dressed in dark clothing--the better to blend in with the shadows, like a proper cat burgler, even if cat burglers probably didn't bring cell phones and graph paper to map out which teacher was in what spot. "Zack," she read from the door tag. "He's the one at the dog shelter. Probably hasn't rigged the door to kill us."

She wrote that down.

[OOC: For her partner in crime and anyone else who wants to get involved! SP is love, though :D]

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"Probably not," Vette agreed, stepping up and crouching down to inspect the door handle. "Guy like that must be a big softie. Looks like it's a pretty standard lock, I can get this picked in no time, and then we can inspect the room for traps."

Why yes, yes she did have lock picking tools that just casually wandered around with her. Didn't everyone?

"Sounds like a good plan," Paris agreed, waving her hand. "Carry on."

"On it, boss," Vette chirped, leaning in and really committing herself to getting that lock. The going was actually a little too fast for her to be as terrible at this sort of thing as she tried to let on in class, but so help her, this was exciting. She stood back with a grin as the door handle turned with ease, and then looked over her shoulder at Paris. "Piece of cake."

"So you think that's the standard school lock?" Paris counted doorknobs along the hallway. "How many do you think are still using those?"

"I would be surprised if at least a few of these weren't changed out," Vette decided, glancing down the hallway, and then, without thinking too hard on it, opening the door.

The resulting barking was very nearly immediate.

"Attack dogs!" Paris hissed, using Vette as a human--Twi'lek--shield like a boss.

Vette was utterly and absolutely thrilled with your bravery, Paris. Truly.

Especially once a small stampede of floppy puppies all scampered out from the room and started jumping up at her, trying to get her attention to play, tails waggling behind them.

"These are dogs?" She stared down at them. And then gave a delighted little laugh and crouched down to give one of them a hug, which really just meant the rest were piling right up on her all the more. "Oh, look at these vicious attack dogs! Oh no, they're gonna get us!"

She wanted to keep one. Could she keep one? Even if she didn't get the hatchet, stealing a puppy seemed like a great consolation prize.

Paris looked annoyed.

Well, more annoyed.

"This is annoying."

Thank you, Paris.

"And they're slobbering all over my pants."

"Well then give them some attention," Vette teased, "let them slobber on your face instead!"

She was absolutely swarmed by the little guys.

But what a way to go.

Paris made another face. "That doesn't sound like finding the hatchet."

"I'm distracting them for you," Vette declared. "Go, quick, search the room before they eat you!"

She was taking this one for the team, Paris.

"Move, furry menaces," Paris said to the freaking adorable puppies at her feet as she made a quick loop around Zack's office.

"Lots of chew toys, no hatchets," she sighed.

"Well, that's disappointing," Vette sighed. "Not even a hatchet-shaped chew toy?"

Somebody just wanted to stay and play with the puppies for a little longer.

Paris poked out from under the desk where a puppy was now chewing her show and another was trying to climb up her back. "Like this one?"

Vette considered that very carefully.

"Does it squeak?"

Squeak it, Paris. Do it and get the whole stampede headed your way. Not that Vette asked that question entirely as a trap at all, honest.

"I don't know," replied poor petless Paris, squeaking the thing and getting buried in a yipping, overly excited pile of puppies trying to get to the hatchet.

"Yes," she called out. "Yes, it does."

Vette tried really valiantly to keep from laughing. She really did. But the fit of giggles she was in before long was really, really hard to stifle, even with her hands clapped over her mouth.

A few moments later, and she managed to gather her wits about her enough to call over, "If you leave it there for them, you might be able to sneak out safely and we can try another office."

"I think one of them peed on me," Paris muttered, making a face.

They're puppies, Paris. They get excited.

"Sure, here goes nothing--" and she tossed the hatchet one way and fled for the door in the other.

Vette waited for Paris to exit the room, and then grudgingly closed the door behind her.

"... I like that room."

Oh, she would be back.

"Want to try again?"

"Yes," Paris said, trying vainly to remove some of the puppy slobber from her face or any of the fur from her black clothes.

It was definitely not working.

"Okay then," Vette said, grinning brightly. "Who's next on the list? Another teacher who won't try to kill us, maybe?"

"How about Rogers?" Paris suggested. "He's way too nice to do something to his office."

Oh, Paris, how wrong you are.

"Sure," Vette replied with a shrug. "Can't be anything like puppies, but I'm willing to give it a try. Lead on, I'll work my magic on the lock, and we can see what the situation is in there."

Paris consulted her paper, then led the way down the hall. "How much you want to bet his office is covered in American flags?" she snickered.

"I have no idea," Vette replied breezily as she followed along. "Is that some sort of cult?"

And she'd been here for over two months now.

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