fandomhigh | Detention, the Danger Shop (9/23)

Ms. Frizzle is waiting for the students inside the Danger Shop, which had been transformed to look like a lab environment. The teacher herself, however, was in a khaki dress with khaki pumps, a pith helmet atop her frizzy red hair, and two bones for earrings. "Good morning, students!" she trilled cheerfully when they arrived. There was a large blackboard leaning behind her with a list of names:

~~Belthazor~~
~~Sam Carter~~
John Constantine
~~William Kessler~~
~~Shrodinger~~
Seras Victoria

"Today for your detention, we're going to help out an old friend of mine! Dr. Carmina Skeledon is working at a dinosaur dig in the Badlands of Alberta, and I'm afraid that last time my class visited her we misplaced one of her fossils. But I think that this group is just the right people for the job! So!" She led the way out of the Danger Shop. "Everyone to the bus!"

[[Today's detention brought to you by The Magic School Bus: The Busasaurus. Feel free to have your characters believe they're still in the Danger Shop. Ms Frizzle won't disillusion anyone. No visitors for this one, due to temporal distance. You'll be back around 4pm FST. ~~Please to be waiting for OCD.~~

OCD up, have fun! Also, I don't have many icons, so my Brachiosaurus icon? Doesn't necessarily mean it's a Brachiosaurus. And I apologise in advance for spelling errors. I'll be around all day until about 6:30 AST, but I will be able to pick up pings tomorrow.]]

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Suddenly, there's a crashing sound through the underbrush and an unmistakeable roar! Someone isn't happy about poking around in their playground.

"Uh-oh . . ." Ms Frizzle said, still managing to sounding cheerful as the Tyrannasaurus rex burst through the trees. "Looks like we're going to need a little firepower! Students, get ready to take chances! Make mistakes! And get . . . tyrannical!"

The bus zapped them all with something, causing them to grow in size to be a match for the T. rex, which suddenly didn't look quite so sure of itself any more.

[[Fight!]]

Scrhodinger took a step back and watched as the other fought the T-Rex. He wanted to see how they all moved.

"Okay, this is cool," Bel said, summoning a super-sized fireball and throwing it at the T-Rex.

The T. rex ducked and roared at the fireball singed its shoulder. It took a few shuddering steps towards Bel, undaunted and now kind of pissed.

"C'mon, you overgrown iguana," Bel taunted. He readied another fireball and threw it.

Liz would like to register a protest at that.

The fireball hit the T. rex square in the chest and it reared back with a scream, staggering back a few steps. With a wounded look and a snarl, it began backing off. Pissed off and now scared.

Bel grinned and pulled out a cigarette, debating if he wanted to throw another fireball. He used one to light the cigarette instead.

Ms Frizzle, from the vicinity of his foot, shook her finger. "No smoking in the Cretaceous Period!"

Bel grumbled about it, but he didn't want another detention, so he put out the cigarette.

Sam was a little disoriented at first by the abrupt change in altitude and perspective. She wasn't sure exactly what to do to fight the T-rex, but she supposed she could always just kick its feet out from underneath it and run away quickly.

More big things! Grr. The T. rex advanced on Sam, its head low as it roared.

Sam took a few quick steps back, but then dropped into a fighting stance and glanced around quickly for a weapon.

There's trees, boulders, the bus . . .

The T. rex charged on, undaunted. Its small arms were tucked in front of its chest, its head extended as it roared again.

Sam picked a couple of trees out of the ground and threw them at the T-rex, then kicked out at it while it was distracted.

Attack! Attack from many sides! The dinosaur didn't know what to snap at first, next, or last. With a bellow, it toppled to the ground, waving its useless forearms helplessly.

Billy grinned, and adopted a fighting stance. Was it messed up that he'd always wanted to do this?

Nope.

The T. rex wouldn't have recognised a fighting stance if it smacked it in the nose. Which it was probably about to. It saw food and charged.

Billy leaped up, intending to plant his hands on the T-Rex's head to vault over it, landing gracefully behind. If he'd had a cape he'd have done the whole bullfighting thing, but hey you work with what you got.

The T. rex took a long stumbling step forward as its prey suddenly wasn't there and its head was being forced downwards. It recovered and whirled, roaring angrily.

Billy's grin got even wider, he was already back in a ready stance. He actually had to choke back a battle cry.

The dinosaur charged again, now slightly peeved.

Or angry. One of the two.

Billy dodged to the side, striking out with his elbow towards the beast's eye.

The T. rex's jaw snapped shut the instant before the elbow connected and it staggered sideways with a yelp, shaking its massive head as if to dislodge something. Blinded, it charged for him again, fantastically off-target.

Billy backed off, letting it charge in the wrong direction, and hoped he hadn't done anything permenant, sudden sympathy for the thing emerging. He didn't mean to kill, or make it easier to kill the T-Rex.

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