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> [B-Man] Oh? What is it? Show her fake papers. [1! CRIT AVERTED, 48 = FAILURE]
> Where is the infirmary? (Possibly Save time) [DC30:75 SUCCESS]
> About the upheaval in the hallways. [DC55:52 FAILURE]
To think that after all that slipping behind the backs of the guards you would be standing here - at the entrance to the female dorms. Their blueish, unsettlingly sleek and clean walls and lockers mock you from the comfort of the one thing that you simply had no way of accounting for; a new set of orders and an armed guard ready to enact them. At point-blank range, no less.
At the very least this obstacle doesn't seem to enjoy rubbing the circumstances in, and is more sympathetic to your plight. Calmly she bows so that you and her are on equal footing. "Look, I know I was letting you through for the longest time. And I get it, we all have friends beyond the walls and all that, but I just can't let you through."
Still dismayed, you agressively rub the temples of your nose - Jaq won't like it. although, she must know about these regulations right now. Especially if she's indeed a student council president... But why can't you remember any elections? Sure you helped her gather data, but no elections actually took pla-
"Are you alright? Did you like, doze of?" Guard's concerned voice shakes you out of your conjectures. "Please, move along and return once you have them. Now shoo!" She 'smiles' and pats you on the back. While her mouth is obscured by a black balaclava, she isn't as scary as she first appears looks.
Disheartened, you turn around and with a lumbering gait start going back. It's a time to get yourself a document, but how? Eh? You pat the concealed pocket of your button-up shirt that inexplicably started itching, then pull... A red ID Card? It's signed with your credentials, and with a small stamp in the shape of a red cross on white background in the corner. Next to it, an elegant writing: 'Approved Member of Medical Staff; Nurse; signed: Dr. Natalie Jlassi, Head of Medicine Department.'
Stunned, you do a double take - the card is still there... And somehow you know it's fake. A cheap forgery. Did Jaq slipped it for you? Or something - someone - else did it? With a shrug you face the guard once again. No time for questions, either about the card or how a twenty year old has the title of a Doctor of medicine.
Retuning, you wave the counterfeit in the air with enthusiasm. Its your way though! "I've found it! Here, my documents." You announce proudly, striking a pose and twirling your black hair extensions - in a blink of an you became a nurse! At least on paper.
The guard for her part doesn't seem to share your glee, and her previously genial eyes slant with suspicion. Slowly, she snatches your ID and proceeds to skimmer through it.
For some time she just twirls the small plaque in her hands, looks from different angles, and brings it closer then further again. With each of her glances your pulse jumps. If only you had real ones..