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

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Cal considered this outpouring of information, his eyes shifting slightly toward Ino, with the recollection of flinging playing cards flying past his eyes.

"I get that sometimes, too. And I have the feeling it's going to be a big problem this morning..."

He did love a tragedy, though.

Re: Essay

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Friday looked serious for a moment. "We should probably join forces and fight against these symptoms together." He glanced pointedly at John.

Re: Essay

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Cal's head tilted slightly; he felt unsure if Friday was indicating that John was among the causes of the symptoms to be fought, or that he should join in the with the forces. Either way, though, what he said in response would be true.

"I...agree?"