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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Re: The Living Room

[furnaceface]

//Competitive horseriding,// Jono replied, giving a look at his card that suggested that he was probably quite thoroughly scowling at it. Possibly just in his head. //What I know about horses can be summed up beginning to end with 'they have four legs and hooves.'//

Re: The Living Room

[bitten_notshy]

"The races aren't a bad way to spend an afternoon," Jack said. "At least, not if you have a good tip sheet to stop you losing all your money. You haven't been?"

He knew the difference between dressage and races, but didn't care. Dressage was boring.

Re: The Living Room

[furnaceface]

//I'm more inclined to find a quiet place to play my guitar.// Jono shrugged. //I haven't been to the races before, no. And I usually move along past them when they're on the telly, too.//

Re: The Living Room

[bitten_notshy]

"There's no point watching them on television," Jack said, making a face. "If you aren't betting, it's just watching animals run. At home you could see what ridiculous clothes people would wear, but no one ever dresses up anymore..."

Re: The Living Room

[furnaceface]

//Dressing up to see the horses run?// That sounded interesting, at least. //Yer realize, now I have to ask yer where 'home' is.//

Re: The Living Room

[bitten_notshy]

"Oh, sorry. It's 1899 at home. I'm from ... well, I've lived all over, but I was in Spain before we came to New Amsterdam." A pause. "Where is your home?"

Re: The Living Room

[furnaceface]

Huh. Poor bloke was more than just a little displaced, wasn't he? Jono wore an almost sympathetic expression for a moment before he replied.

//London. Year of 1995. Just recently moved Stateside, to Massachusetts, but there isn't anything in particular that's keeping me there at the moment, and so here I am. Can't imagine making a jump quite like the one yer did, though.//

Re: The Living Room

[bitten_notshy]

"I haven't minded it so much," Jack said. "I like some of the technology, I can ignore the rest, and the culture's much easier. But this is after four months."

"I spent some time in London," he added. "When I was grade school-aged, I mean." The accent probably suggested as much.

Re: The Living Room

[furnaceface]

//And how did yer like it?// London then was a far cry from Jonothon's London, he knew that much. But he couldn't stomp down the curiosity, and so, naturally, he had to ask.

Home was home, after all.

Re: The Living Room

[bitten_notshy]

"I'd been in Budapest, but it was still so much larger," Jack said slowly. "Noisier. And I was learning English, so a lot of it flew right over my head until things started to fit together."

Re: The Living Room

[furnaceface]

//Little overwhelming?// Jono considered for a moment, and then he nodded. //I can sympathize. It did get easier for yer, at least?//

Re: The Living Room

[bitten_notshy]

Well, once he was over his childhood enough to talk at all...

"Much," Jack said dutifully, and gave Jono a wry look. "Your countrymen were mostly very kind, if that's what you're wondering. And it made coming here infinitely easier."

Re: The Living Room

[furnaceface]

//I imagine any run-in with the overwhelming or the extraordinary would be good practise for ending up in a place like this one,// Jonothon pointed out, not unpleasantly. //Fandom has thus far proved to be a bit... unique.//

A pause.

//People are rather accepting of differences in others, here.//

Re: The Living Room

[bitten_notshy]

"I think it's the times," Jack said. "... and that does make me sound 130, or whatever it is I should be. But people seem accepting of all kinds of differences, not just they syrup-rain kind."

Re: The Living Room

[furnaceface]

Jono eyed Jack curiously for a moment, and then just shrugged and shook his head.

//Trust me, mate. It's not just the times. Unless fourteen years is enough to really change people's views on the way the world should work. A bloke could get too comfortable, in a place like this one.//

Re: The Living Room

[bitten_notshy]

"I probably have," Jack acknowledged. "It's tempting, isn't it? Even if it's not real life."

Re: The Living Room

[furnaceface]

//Too tempting,// Jono agreed. //I suppose that's why they graduate students, eventually. So that somebody else can live the same fantasy.//

When you looked at it in that light, Jono supposed it made sense that there were so many outcasts and mutants, here.

Re: The Living Room

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was smirking when he looked up. Jonothon was not exactly the most cheerful person to talk to; he had to be flippant or it would get under his skin. "I think if it were entirely a fantasy, the food would be a bit better."

Re: The Living Room

[furnaceface]

And there went Jono, sinking from 'not cheerful' to 'bloody melancholy.'

//I'll take yer word for that one, mate.//

And there he went, leaning over to give his untouched teacup another cranky prod.