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]

Noticing Friday having signed the cast, Cal tilted his head at Lois and asked, "Want another one? Mine won't even take up too much room."

Unless he included his last name, but there weren't any other Cals in the school, so he figured he'd be okay with just that.

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[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

"Take all the room you like," Lois said, handing Cal the marker. "Just try not to draw any naked people on there."

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[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Oh, well," Cal threw up his hands uselessly before shifting over to take up the marker, "there goes my whole plan."

No, no naked people, although now he wished he'd thought of it, and he just scribbled on a nice, sprawling "CAL" with a cursive that he'd been practicing in making more loose and uninhibited, trying to break away from the tighter, neater penmanship of a more feminine age. There was always a little bit of sadness when he signed his name; he missed the playful little circle he could use to dot his i when it was Callie.

"There. Now you'll have to keep it for when I'm famous and you can say you knew me."

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[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

Lois chuckled. "I shall cherish it forever."

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[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal gave a firm, approving nod, handing the marker back to Lois. "As you should."