Detention [Saturday]

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All of the students who'd earned or been given detention had been told to meet Fraser outside of the Danger Shop. And that's precisely where he was.

"Good morning," he said pleasantly. "I trust you all slept well and I thank you for being on time. Please enter the Danger Shop."



It is now seven-oh-six. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes four hours and fifty four minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways and you may not talk. You will not move from these seats and you will not sleep.

"Before you begin your detention," Fraser said, looking down at them, "I would like to hope that we never meet again in this circumstance. I once met an Inuit elder who said that, those who get into trouble once learn from their mistakes. Those who get into trouble twice obviously have hard heads and deserve whatever trouble comes at them next."

He smiled and then gathered up each person's snacks before shooing them into the Danger Shop library.

[OCD is coming! done!]

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Re: Essay

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Right, so it was early, he hadn't even done anything to be here, and now, apparently (yeah, right) they had to right some essay. At least he (kind of) knew everyone except that Friday kid (who named their kid Friday? That was almost as bad as the fact that he had cousins named Plato, Socrates, and Aristotle). He let out a dissatisfied grunt, leaning forward until his forehead was resting on the table. Maybe he could get away with going back to sleep.

Re: Essay

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

From some unknown source, a paper airplane flew true toward its target, being the hunched over figure known as Cal.

John was humming quietly to himself, the model of pure innocence. Right.

Re: Essay

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Upon contact, the paper airplane got a tired grunt out of Cal before he lifted his head and glanced over his shoulder, a dull sort of half-assed glare over his shoulder at the assumed culprit, since, you know, John was sitting over by where the plane had come from and, well, he'd seen John making the planes.

"Not cool, man."

Re: Essay

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"Oh, so you are awake," John said, feigning surprise. "I was just checking."

Re: Essay

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Barely," Cal admitted, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm a little before tilting his chair back a little as he reached for the airplane on the floor. He took a second to check it for damages before sending it back toward John's head; Cal's aim wasn't nearly as good as John's, but the throw wasn't really very enthusiastic, either. "You in here for no good reason, too?"

Re: Essay

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"I'd say my reasoning was good, just not the instructor's," John replied all nice and vague. "I take it you're a member of the lottery? I've been there a few times." He reached down to pick up the plane and fiddle with it.

Re: Essay

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal kept his attention on the airplane, hoping to catch any secondary launches that might occur in time enough to block it. "Yeah, I guess? I didn't know anything about it until today. All I know is that if I did anything, which I don't think I did, no one mentioned anything to me."

Re: Essay

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you'd know if it was teacher assigned," John told him, eyes widening as he stared down at his plane and attempted to adjust the nose. "They get that look and sigh and tell you it's for your own good."

Re: Essay

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Just like parents," Cal commented with a wry grin, although, thankfully, his experience with that whole approach was second-hand, through the disappointing steps of his older brother before him. Back then, though, Cal could do no wrong; it probably would have been a lot different in more recent years. "And now I want to know what the disagreement was over."

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[intraspective]

Ino could not entirely help the fact that now and again her attention was drawn to stare moodily at him. Stupid, Cal. What was the big deal with a freaking hug? Seriously.

Re: Essay

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Whenever he could feel that moody stare settle on him, Cal shifted a little, uncomfortably, and made a firmer point of pretending like he just didn't really notice her. Because, really, if a hug wasn't such a big deal, then why was she acting like it was?

He did realize that it was going to be a long, long morning if he kept just trying to avoid her eyes or her attention, but it was going to be a long morning, anyway. Besides, his poor attempts at ignoring her were better than his other option of just telling her that she should take a picture; it last longer.

Re: Essay

[intraspective]

You know, she thought that if he didn't like her that it would be, just... yeah, a lot nicer of him to say that instead of talking to her just fine but treating her like she had a disease or something.

Ino sighed. Ugh. Why did she even bother, seriously?

Re: Essay

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

The sigh was a little difficult to ignore, and Cal couldn't help having his eyes drift over with a dulled expression of forlorn apology. It wasn't like he'd wanted to be this way; he just had to, and it was better for the both of them this way. He just wished she'd stop taking it so personally; she shouldn't worry about something so unimportant.

Re: Essay

[intraspective]

Well, really, what did he expect? She was cute, and friendly (if violently temperamental), and fairly touchy-feely. Ino liked being able to hug her friends, and she'd... yeah. Figured they were in a way.

She raised her eyebrows slightly at his apologetic expression.

Re: Essay

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal shrugged a little.

"I can't believe you're still upset over that," he offered, by way of explanation, although he figured it was pretty clear. "I told you that it wasn't anything personal."

Re: Essay

[intraspective]

"How else am I supposed to take it?" she asked, trying for mild. Ino rather failed at mild, really, but she was trying. "Treating me like I've got a disease or something."

Re: Essay

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

In a way, metaphorically speaking, she did, and that disease was called a vagina. It, of course, was a disease that he himself had, but even lepers were sometimes known to ostracize each other.

"I told you," he said. "It's nothing personal. I'm not a touchy-feely person, okay?"

Re: Essay

[solo_sword]

One of the little balls of paper Jaina had been playing with ended up flying towards Cal's head. And while it didn't look as if she had anything to do with throwing it, the aim was pretty damn good.

Re: Essay

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Not that it hurt or anything, but Cal winced a little, hand moving gingerly to the spot of attack as he declared, "What is this? Everyone throw things at Cal detention?"

Seriously, that's what it felt like. Except that the only person in the room who had reason to throw things at him (thankfully) wasn't.

Re: Essay

[solo_sword]

Jaina shrugged. "I get it in class all the time, might as well be on the offensive end of it for once," she said.

Re: Essay

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"But why me?" Cal asked, with a pout sent Jaina's way. "Why not Lois? She's already got a broken limb, we can just keep kicking her while she's down."

Re: Essay

[solo_sword]

She tried not to laugh. "I think that might break the badass code, though," she said. "She's part of the club now, see." She might still do it anyway.

Re: Essay

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"...Do you have to break something to be in the badass club?" Cal asked, wondering not because he ever expected to be badass enough to be in it, not by a long shot, but just out of curiosity.

He did survive being hit by a tractor, after all. That was...kind of badass.

Re: Essay

[solo_sword]

"No, but she tried to take on a god, I think that earns her an induction," she said. "I allowed it." Because she made the rules, of course.

Re: Essay

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Clearly. Who else, after all?

"I think that's acceptable," Cal agreed with a nod because, apparently, his thoughts on the matter counter. "Hell of a lot more than what I did, anyway, but maybe next time."

Probably not.