fandomhigh | Detention, Saturday April 14

It just didn’t make sense to meet in the danger shop. As the students trickled in, they noticed that the room was decked out as Noblet’s classroom, with notebooks and pencils on all the desks. What good was the danger room if it was being treated like a regular class?

Chuck Noblet was seated at “his” desk, with the world’s smuggest look on his face. He took down the students’ names, making sure that everyone who was supposed to be there (and one who wasn’t) was there.

~~Jim Halpert~~
Annette Hargrove
Charlie Kawalsky
Naomi Wildman
~~Sam Winchester~~
Matilda Wormwood

When everyone was there, Chuck stood in front of the class, doing his best to loom forebodingly. “What a sorry state of affairs, huh? You troublemakers tested the boundaries of what was allowed, and learned that maybe you’re not as good as you thought you were.” He paced. “I know you’re not the worst of the worst; you’re the lazy ones. The ones who get caught. So I’m giving you little finks a chance to use this detention to change your evil ways.”

He motioned to the notebooks. “Pick up the pencil, and write “Wow, I really screwed up, and I don’t think I’ll be doing it again anytime soon.”” He waited for everyone to get that copied down. “Got it? Is it legible? Good. Now do that nine-hundred and ninety-nine more times. You all may leave when everyone has completed a thousand lines, and numbered them all so that I know they’re there.”

As Chuck went to his desk, the empty desks filled up with holographic students, who also opened up their books and started to do lines. All except one, that is. A student in the back of the room was sitting with her feet on the desk, looking though a magazine that was certainly not school-appropriate.

Chuck glared at her. “Jerri Blank! That is not allowed anywhere on educational property. I’ll have to confiscate it.”

Jerri gave Noblet a dirty look and the finger before tossing the magazine at him. It was a poor throw, and landed a few feet away from her. She looked sad that it was out of her reach.

Noblet rubbed his temples. “I’m gonna go get some aspirin. You kids keep up those lines. Remember, no one leaves this room until everyone has done their lines.” He looked pointedly at Jerri. “And that means everyone.” He walked out of the room.

Jerri got to work on her notebook. Not writing lines, however, but pulling out the paper, making paper balls, and tossing them at the wastebasket. None of them made it in.

[OOC: OCD ~~will be up soon.~~ is ready! Get that loser Jerri to work, or nobody's going home!]

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Okay, Annette had to agree with that. She nodded slightly, "You're right it is a drag." She looked around for a minute then back at Jerri. "You want to do something else than throw paper wads?" This would be Annette being sneaky.

Jerri got a look on her face and leaned over to Annette, utterly disregarding the boundries of personal space.
"What did you have in mind?"

Annette blinked and sort of leaned the other way. "Well, um, paper airplanes are nice. They kind of soar and if you're good enough, they don't hit people."

Jerri didn't seem to understand body language, and leaned in closer. "But sometimes, when you are good, you do get to hit on people."

If Annette leaned any further away from Jerri, she'd fall out of her seat on the floor.

"Um. But there are boundry issues. We must consider them. First."

Jerri looked confused. "Boundries? You mean you don't want to explore my treasure chest?"

Annette looked confused. "Treasure chest?"

She leaned back in. "My hidden treasures."

All right, this Jerri was getting too close for comfort. "Listen, I don't know anything about hidden treasures, a treasure chest, or anything that has to do with treasure right now. If you have it, then show it. If not, then you really just need to get back off me." And she tried to say this as nice as humanly possible.

Jerri started to pull off her jean jacket. "Doing this in Nobs' classroom is a little kinky, but that's okay, I likes it."

Annette definitely lached onto the word kinky. "Whoa, hold on there. What the crap are you doing?"

"You said show it..." She tossed her jacket to the side.

"I said treasure. Obviously you don't have any and why did you just toss your jacket?" Annette was getting a little concerned at this point.

"I tossed it 'cause it's a little hot in here."
She thought for a second.
"And moist."

"...moist?" Ohmigod. That just did not sound right.

"Please get back on your own side right now. Right this veryminuteplease!"

Jerri leaned in even closer. "You're just playing hard to-"
She lost balance, and fell through Annette, landing face down. Jerri got up and pouted. "Imma hologram!"

Annette jumped up after Jerri fell through her. "Yes! You are! Now get away from me and take your moist self over to-" she pointed in the general direction of one of the guys. "-him, or them. I'm sorry, I have to get to work!"

Jerri looked very disheartened that she couldn't molest Annette. "But they're not as yummy." She pointed at Jim. "'Cept for that one."

Annette's eye twitched. She looked over to where Jerri pointed. "That's Jim. My boyfriends roommate. Go get him. I bet he would like to hear all about your treasure chest. Even though you are lying about it. Still. Go get him. Please."

"Kay!" Jerri skipped merrily off.

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