fandomhigh | Detention Saturday June 16th

When the students entered the Danger Shop, they found themselves in what looked like the a great stone hall. Quite possibly because it was, in fact, a great stone hall. Several fireplaces lined the room, each big enough to roast a whole cow. At one end was a dais with a heavy wooden table upon it. Three men and three women sat at the table. The man in the middle wore a crown on his black hair and regarded the students with interest.

Aly lounged against the door in the other end of the hall and checked off the students as they came in.

John Crichton
Molly Hayes
Sabriel Abhorsen
Zuko

Once they were checked in, she sent them to stand before the King and hear his judgment.

As the ~~prisoners~~ students progress across the hall, it fills with whispering courtiers, all waiting to hear the judgment and peer at the accused.

King Jonathan looked down at the students when they appeared in front of him. "What is your name and why do you stand before me today."

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...is a bearded man wearing far too many bracelets and rings sitting on a toadstool.

He's either meditating or asleep.

Well this was... he wasn't sure what it was.

Zuko frowned as the man didn't seem to notice him.

"This better not be a spirit thing," he announced.

The gentleman's eyes blinked open. "Zuko!"

Alright...

"Who are you?"

"That's hardly important, m'boy!" he answered. "The real question is 'what am I?'"

Zuko blinked. "A man."

"Quite possibly," he said, looking amused. "Then again, if I am a man, why do I sit on a mushroom?"

Zuko eyed the mushroom and took a step back, just in case. "Because there isn't a chair."

"Very practical, young man," he replied. "I have one last question for you. Born at the same time as the world, destined to live as long as the world, and yet never five weeks old."

Zuko frowned. "That's not a question," he pointed out.

"Ah HA! You have caught me!" he said, laughing in amusement. "Let us try again. What is born at the same time as the world, destined to live as long as the world, and yet never five weeks old?"

Zuko was surprisingly still frowning. "That doesn't make sense."

"It's a riddle," he pointed out. "It's not supposed to."

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Eventually, the small boy led Molly to the center of the maze.

She saw the man there and watched him for a bit. "Hello," she eventually said.

"Hello, Molly," he replied, opening his eyes to grin broadly at her.

Molly raised her eyebrows. It shouldn't surprise her that a projection from the Danger Shop would know her name, but it did. Since he did know her name though, it was obvious that this was part of detention.

She grinned back. "What am I supposed to do here?"

"Well, you could answer my question," he remarked easily.

"You haven't asked one," Molly said with a tilt of her head.

He looked pleased. "Exactly!" He paused. "I have a question around here somewhere." He pointed to a pink flower across the garden. "Ah! There! Could you fetch that for me?"

"Sure!" Molly said with a grin. She went over to pick the flower and bring it back to him.

"Silly questions," he said, shaking his head. "You let them go to seed and suddenly there they are, flowering all over the place."

He reached out for the flower and the minute it touched his hand, it transformed into a small scroll. "Ahh, there we are. If you were pushed down a flight of stairs, what would you fall against?"

Molly gave him a very confused look. "The stairs?"

"You'd fall down the stairs," he agreed. "But if someone pushed you..."

Molly still didn't get it. "I fall on them because I grab them and put them in front of me?"

He stopped for a second then laughed.

"I don't doubt you would. I like your answer much better than mine."

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