http://idontlooktired.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] idontlooktired.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2008-04-05 09:03 pm
Entry tags:

Detention [5.04.08] - Saturday 800 to 1300 (the Danger Shop)

Harriet was looking suspiciously bright-eyed this morning as the detention-goers arrived. "Good morning. Today you're going to experience a little taste of Britain's ancient past. Possibly her imaginary past, but never mind. Today, each one of you is going to be Arthur, King of the Britons, and venture forth on a sacred quest for the Holy Grail."

She smiled at each of them in turn, looking far too amused. "It might not go quite as you expect it to," she added, then shooed them off. "Just go through that door to change into appropriate costume. Oh, and those of you with powers of any kind are not to use them. You are to approach this exercise as if you were an ordinary, non-magical, non-mutant, non-gifted human being. Arthur began his quest with only the blessing of God and strength of arms. You are to do the same."

Amber Atkins
Jaina Solo
Jenny Sparks
Romeo Montague
Ronan Nolan

Sokka


[ooc: YAY WE HAVE OCD! And instructions in the OOC thread.
definitely wait for the OCD
]
withoutverona: (kind of hating you)

Re: Oh look, a castle

[personal profile] withoutverona 2008-04-05 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"What if I said please?" Romeo tried.
withoutverona: (bang bang)

Re: Oh look, a castle

[personal profile] withoutverona 2008-04-05 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Boil my bottom," Romeo repeated, almost as amused as he was insulted. "Very well, sir, then I bite my thumb at you and at your master."

Which he proceeded to do.
withoutverona: (B+W sensitive)

Re: Oh look, a castle

[personal profile] withoutverona 2008-04-05 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Romeo managed to dodge most of the animals -- really, who throws a sheep? -- but a few ducks smacked him, one in the head and one in the torso.

He sat down hard and glared at the Frenchman. After he scrambled to his feet, he did not run away, no matter what it may have looked like.

He was making a strategic retreat.

And tossing a few French curses picked up in 1899 Montmartre over his shoulder.