Detention, The Danger Shop, 10/07/06

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Upon entering the danger shop, students were greeted with an ordinary looking room, empty except for an area in one corner that was set up with a table of breakfasty-type foods and some chairs. Once all of the students were on hand, however, the room's appearance changed, until it resembled the countryside of central Europe. Germany perhaps, or Austria.

Aziraphale smiled and nodded at each student, checking off their names from his list, and waited until everyone was assembled before beginning.

Belthazor
D'anna Biers
Billy Kessler
Maia Rutledge
Blair Sandburg
Schrodinger

"Welcome to detention. Since I've been given to understand that this is meant to be a learning experience as much as it is a punishment, I've arranged a couple of scenarios for you today. This morning, you'll each face an...enemy, of a sort, in a different setting. How you deal with the encounter, how you ultimately defeat your enemy, is entirely up to you. I expect you each to draw upon the strengths and knowledge you possess.

After lunch, you'll be working together to overcome one additional challenge. Are there any questions?"

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Re: Morning Activity

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The room shifted until Schrodinger was standing in an open meadow, surrounded by mountains. The soft lilting strains of music could be heard in the background. From its hiding place near some rocks, a large red gray fruit appeared, carrying a sword.



It pointed the sword toward Schrodinger in an obvious challenge, singing.

The hills are alive with the sound of music
With songs they have sung for a thousand years
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music
My heart wants to sing every song it hears

Re: Morning Activity

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

Schrodinger blinke. "Actually, the hills are dead. Undead. With the song of 'Thriller'."

Re: Morning Activity

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The tomato didn't seem to agree with Schrodinger's opinion on the hills. It engaged in a little fancy slashing motion with the sword, and then lunged toward him. As much as a tomato can lunge, that is.

And of course it was still singing.

My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds
that rise from the lake to the trees
My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies
from a church on a breeze

Re: Morning Activity

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

Schrodinger boredly stepped to the side to avoid the tomato's lunge.

"Your heart wants, your heart wants. Your heart is very whiny."

Re: Morning Activity

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The tomato didn't like hearing that his was whiny. It didn't, in fact, appreciate the bored way in which Schrodinger was facing it down. Rocking back and forth, it lunged again, this time moving into a rolling motion that moved it speedily toward Schrodinger, the sword held out to the side and waving wildly.

To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls
over stones on its way
To sing through the night
like a lark who is learning to pray

Re: Morning Activity

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, Schrodinger wasn't there when it came down on it. He stepped out from behind the tomato. "Missed. Try again? Maybe your lark can help you."

Re: Morning Activity

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Missed? That just made the tomato angrier. The tone of the singing was getting downright aggressive, as the tomato spun a couple of times in a circle and then ended up facing Schrodinger again. This time, it took a moment to assess its oppenent, sitting silently in place.

Still sitting silently.

Still sitting silently.

Almost seemed like maybe it had fallen asleep.

And then another lunge, the sword slashing furiously through the air!

I go to the hills when my heart is lonely
I know I will hear what I've heard before
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
And I'll sing once more