Detention, Saturday

[chosehumanity]

"Hey," Mitchell called, once the handwavey detention announcement had gone out and everyone had had time to gather up by the Danger Shop. "I'm Mitchell. Some of you might've met me." He grinned. "You're here because for whatever reason, the school has chosen to recognise your trespasses. That doesn't mean it has to be horrible, just unpleasant."

Another slight grin, with only a hint of apology.

"So today, we're going to be preparing for a tea party," he continued, "Although I'd like it if you'd all go light on the tea. I'm more of a coffee person."

He shouldn't be allowed free range of children.

"Just enter through there and get your finest," he said, waving at the doorway, "And I'll see you on the other end."

Liir Thropp
Arthur Pendragon
Dinah Lance
Jack Priest
Effy Stonem
Kate Gregson
Francine Peters
Jonothon Starsmore
Azula

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Comments

Re: Talk to the Doorman. Guy.

[furnaceface]

Jono's first reaction was, yes, to bury his face in his hand.

//Yes, mate. I rolled around in it this morning before I set out for the day. Helps keep the flies away from my nasty, seeping sores, yer know.//

Somebody was a little cranky today.

Re: Talk to the Doorman. Guy.

[chosehumanity]

"Doesn't that hurt?" Seth asked, genuinely curious. "I mean, petrol's got to be like a mean irritant - got some on my foot this one time..."

Re: Talk to the Doorman. Guy.

[furnaceface]

//I don't feel much of anything, really,// Jono noted with a raw note in his voice. //Probably for the best, that way.//

Re: Talk to the Doorman. Guy.

[chosehumanity]

"So what are you, then?" Jono, don't let Seth poke you. He looks like he wants to.

Re: Talk to the Doorman. Guy.

[furnaceface]

//On fire.//

The bloke didn't look as though he was entirely right in the head, so it wasn't as though Jono really had any trouble just out and saying it. It couldn't do any more harm, right?

Re: Talk to the Doorman. Guy.

[chosehumanity]

"You don't look on fire," Seth argued, squinting at the bandages. "You keeping it all in there, then? Doesn't it get your nose a bit?"

...Yes, he sounded legitimately curious.

Re: Talk to the Doorman. Guy.

[furnaceface]

That question was officially one of the weirder ones Jono had gotten in a while.

//A bit, I suppose. When the bandages come off...//

Weird. Weird weird weird.

Re: Talk to the Doorman. Guy.

[chosehumanity]

"That is wicked," Seth announced, full of admiration. "D'you ever go around and scare small children?"

What? Seth would. And... did, generally, already. Just not with fire.

Re: Talk to the Doorman. Guy.

[furnaceface]

... This guy was starting to hurt Jono's brain.

//Very infrequently, mate.//

There had been that one time. On the plane.

Re: Talk to the Doorman. Guy.

[chosehumanity]

"Wicked," he repeated. "I'll let you through if you show me!"

With the kind of schoolboy enthusiasm usually kept to breasts.

Re: Talk to the Doorman. Guy.

[furnaceface]

That enthusiasm was somewhat terrifying, really. But if it meant that Jono could end this conversation...

He cast a quick glance around to make sure that there was nobody nearby, and then, because he really had nothing to lose at this point, he pulled down the top of his bandages just enough to let the steady glow of psionic flame lick outward.

... And more or less up his nose, yes.

Re: Talk to the Doorman. Guy.

[chosehumanity]

"That is so brilliant," Seth glee'd. "Go on then! Don't let anyone see you!"

Re: Talk to the Doorman. Guy.

[furnaceface]

//That's the idea,// Jono agreed, giving Seth a wary sort of look as he smoothed his bandages down again. And then he pushed past him like somebody had decided to light his arse on fire, too.

Because, for whatever reason, Jono had made the very wrong assumption that whatever sat within the walls of this place had to be better than this guy.