fh_trips | Washington DC: Museums

Blair walked in after Nadia and looked around. "So where are you headed to first?"

Nadia had been repeating the information from the boards in the first room to herself, and was startled to see Blair. "I think there's an introduction video." She pointed to the doors that were just opening as she spoke. "Better pick an alias quickly!"

[ooc: the International Spy Museum is actually a very directed experience . . . you take an elevator up from the lobby/ticket booth, then pick an alias, then go to the video, and then into the exhibit, which starts with spy tools and a chance to try crawling silently through an airduct and testing your spy skills. . . . then you wander through the other exhibits. just FYI]

Blair quickly read through the information and picked a alias. "You seem to be really into this. Have you been here before or something?"

[ooc: Thanks! Now I've looked up their website and am now having way too much fun playing "Whack a Mole"]

Nadia shook her head, still repeating her alias information to herself. "No, I just like spies." She smiled at Blair and leaned in slightly and added sotto voce: "They're everywhere!"

Blair grinned, but looked around a little nervously. "As long as they're good spies. Are there good spies? Being all sneaky to protect the environment or something?"

Nadia thought about it for a moment. "Some of them probably are. . . . But there'd be no point to having good spies if there weren't any bad spies. I think both kinds feed ducks, though. That's a good cover for when you have to meet with other spies."

Blair bounced. "Feeding ducks is a good thing! I think I like spies. Although whenever I watched movies they always seemed to be hiding behind a newspaper with two holes cut out for their eyes." He looked around. "Do you think they'll have any of those newspapers here?"

Nadia shrugged. "If they used them, I guess they'll be here." She paused for a second then tilted her head. "Wouldn't you see the eye holes in the newspaper though? That doesn't seem very sneaky."

Blair nodded. "I didn't say they were good spies, just movie spies."

"Although two people walking around in trenchcoats and dark glasses feeding ducks would probably get noticed too."

Nadia laughed. "You might be right." Then she remembered Blair chose Molly and stopped laughing as she tried to swallow something that seemed to have materialized in her throat.

But the throat thing had nothing to do with Blair and Molly, of course.

"So, let's practice. Name?"

Blair squared his shoulders and grinned. "Um...I forgot. How about Boris VonHausen. That sounds spyish." He paused and shook his head. "Or maybe it's too spyish! Maybe I should choose something all plain. Like Bagel."

"And your name, my non-spy friend?"

Nadia shook her head. Blair would never make a good spy. "Tabitha Hardachre." She assumed an official stance and looked at Blair suspiciously, doing a wonderful imitation of a customs official. "And what is your final destination today, sir?"

"Probably prison." Blair mumbled and then spoke up complete with Russian accent. "I've come to feed zee ducks."

Inside, Nadia was giggling hysterically. Outside, her expression remained stern and somewhat bored. "And where are you traveling from?"

"I have traveled from zee great state of Texas." Blair paused and then added. "Deep in zee heart of Texas." ~~*clap clap*~~

Nadia's facade cracked for a split second, then her expression closed again. "Uh huh. And how long will you be . . ." she pretended to check notes, "feeding ducks?"

Blair's eyes sparkled as he darted forward. "Till I get all the information of your secret ~~plan to fight inflation~~ recycling program! Then my country will take over the world! You'll never catch Bagel alive!"

A strange man carrying a bald cat walks by followed by a midget holding a minature version of a bald cat.

"Come along Mini-me. I want to see the the exhibit on Kerplakistan."

"EEEE! EEEE!"

Nadia paused and stared at the man, then shook her head. She spotted the spy tests and hurried over. She was pretty sure she had her alias down pat.

She frowned as she pushed the buttons on the screen. "I'm pretty sure a real customs officer wouldn't give you multiple choice answers."

Blair grinned. "Are you A: Visiting a Family Member? B: Stealing Government Secrets? or C: Seeing the Sights?"

Nadia grinned, then pointed to another interactive display. "I bet I can identify more suspicious activity than you can,"

Blair grinned. "I've been accused of tons of suspicious activity before. You're on!"

Nadia led the way over to the screen and peered at the black and white photo for a moment. "That guy with the notebook by the tree is definitely up to something."

"No way, man. He's just taking notes!" Blair pointed. "It's the couple buying ice cream from the vendor. Look...it's chocolate. Who buys chocolate ice cream while wearing white clothes. They are definitely spies."

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