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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The students would settle into their temporary home for the day and begin their essays. The essay must be no less than one thousand words on who you think you are.

And don't goof off too much. Dean Jones will be by to check on you and give you your snacks at around 10:30.

(This is a general goof off thread)

Have you decided to get out of that library?

Well, there's hallways (http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh68/fhcollective/detention%20-%20bc/vlcsnap-121195.png) and lockers (http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh68/fhcollective/detention%20-%20bc/vlcsnap-120507.png) to explore!

But, you'd better back to the library before Dean Jones catches you!

(The content of the lockers and things found in the halls are all moddable. No weapons. Feel free to steal anything but this is a simulation so it will all disappear when the detention is done.)

Dean Jones will be arriving soon to give everyone their snack! Better be here!

Please submit your essays here.

[These can totally be handwavy.]

Feel free to mod Harriet getting closer in the second thread. Someone might even be along to play her (her being DANGER SHOP HARRIET) but, if not, please mod her as both Harriet and Fraser are off to the wedding.

And damn, I REALLY wanna watch The Breakfast Club now.

Edited 2008-06-28 12:57 (UTC)

Friday sat back his chair, pencil untouched on the desk right on top of the paper that was also untouched. He looked barely awake and not entirely sure what he was doing here or why he wasn't in bed.

Once he was fairly certain that Constable Fraser was gone and not listening in, he gave up on silence. "Does anyone else here think that the detention lottery is stupid?"

Right, because with Fraser gone John was going to actually sit quietly and think about what he'd done, let alone write an essay. He started building an intricate paper airplane to throw at people who were.

"Completely," John said. "It's like they're punishing us for crimes we've yet to commit." Granted, he'd committed today's crime, but he'd been in detention at least a few other times via lottery.

"In that case, I'll take it as a credit from the school for when I decide to do something really stupid or really cool."

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.

"Such a beautiful sentiment. Done anything stupid or cool in the past?" John asked, wondering if there was possible prank assistance here.

Lois? So not writing an essay. Even if she had done something to deserve it (which she didn't) she literally would not be able to write with her cast on.

So instead she stuck her pencil down her cast and used it as a nice wrist scratcher.

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.

Edited 2008-06-28 13:52 (UTC)

"Not since I got here," Friday admitted. "I'm a bit out of practice, actually. You here from the lottery or something stupid or cool?"

"It's definitely stupid," Lois agreed. "It's screwed me over twice already. I'm just going to have to start earning my detentions. It'll be more fun."

"I would say cool if we're using cool as smart," John told him. "Teacher might disagree there just a little."

AHAHA! I LOVE this movie!

"Is that that it is?" Cal muttered with a slight sneer, and rubbed his tired, still half-asleep face. "Ugh. I knew I didn't actually do anything..."

Ino had... actually done something to be here. Not that this meant she was going to do the essay--ha, maybe if she got bored--but for now she glanced curiously around the room and tried not to think too much about last night.

...and great. Cal was here. Freaking fantastic.

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."

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

"They usually do or detention wouldn't exist. Actually, no, even with that I don't understand why detention exists. They waste our time, but it doesn't really stop anyone from doing what they want to do."

Friday grinned. "Like I said to him," he nodded at John, "I'm taking this one as a freebie for when I do do something wrong. I think we could come up with something fitting."

"Me neither. I could have slept in today. A perfectly good Saturday morning lost to," he tried not to look at the pencil and paper, "essays."

Don't you forget about me, Mountie. Don't, don't, don't, don't.

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