fandomhigh | Detention [Saturday]

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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"I've heard there's a couple of kids around here who can do that," Lois said. "But if my dad ever found out that I took the easy way out he'd probably come here personally to lecture me about how I should have sucked it up and take the pain like a man...er...woman."

"And, you know, the signatures are cool too," she said. She held out her marker. "Wanna sign?"

"Natural healing is good too," she said, "because, yeah, you get used to dealing with the pain. I was just checking if you knew that this place had the option. Lot's don't like to wait."

"I'll totally sign," Ino grinned, reaching out for the marker. "Got any problems with a little flower being doodled on it too?"

"I won't say no to any artwork," she said, giving Ino the marker. "Well, except for the X-rated kind of artwork."

Ino snickered, taking the marker. "Yeah, no. Not drawing any of that."

"I didn't think you would. But still, doesn't hurt to make sure," Lois said. She settled her cast down on the table so it wouldn't move while Ino was signing it.

Ino tugged her chair closer before quickly signing her name, and turning her attention to starting a rather realistic, if wee, drawing of an African Violet.

"Other than this, you having fun at Fandom?" A beat. "And I'm assuming you didn't do anything to wind up in this detention?"

"The detention lottery got me again, which sucks," Lois said, watching Ino closely. She wished she could draw. "But I'm liking it here. When I first heard I was going to an actual school I was kind of pissed. I thought it'd be boring, you know? Turns out this place is way more exciting than the army."

Ino could draw flowers, and maps of things. That was about it. "The army?" Ino asked curiously, concentrating on her picture. "I can see the thinking that then. I graduated back home from formal schooling a year before they sent me here, and wow, was going back to school an adjustment."

"God, I couldn't imagine going back to school after I already graduated," Lois said. College was totally not in her future. "I'm not a soldier or anything. My dad's a General so I've always traveled with him from base to base."

"Nothing wrong with being a soldier," Ino noted. "Of course, I'm biased all things considered, but still. Do you just not want to be one?"

"I'm not very good at taking orders," Lois admitted. "I think I'd have some trouble being in the service."

"Ahhhh, insubordination," Ino had to grin a bit at that. "Can understand that. I find it's a lot less of a problem so long as they respect you, and you respect them all at once. But that can be the hard part."

"It's definitely the hard part. In my family it's either the General's way or the highway," Lois said. "In my case the highway led to boarding school."

Ino finished her little drawing, capping the marker and grinning. "At least there's definitely worse places than Fandom to end up."

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