Detention [Saturday, November 21]

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"Move! MOVE MOVE MOVE!!!" Max waved his Luger at the detainees, trying to push them out of the rickshaw, into the school, and in through the door of the Danger Room. "Step to it! Don't make me get violent!" He fired into the ceiling a few times. "No, you know what, MAKE me get violent!!!"

"I don't think anybody has to make you get violent, little buddy," Sam said cheerfully. "Hello, boys and girls! And welcome to Gun Safety. Today we're going to be teaching you how to properly clean and store handguns, pistols, and even some old-fashioned muskets we found laying around. Does anyone here know how to pack gunpowder?"

Max, in the back of the throng, started jumping and waving his hand in the air. "Oooh! Oooh! Pick me! Pick ME!!!"

"Not now, Max," Sam said in a stage whisper. "I'm lulling them into a false sense of security, so they forget they're in Detention."

Max sighed and shook his head condescendingly. "Sam, Sam, you forget they've got two raving psychotic lunatics waving GUNS at them. They're not going to be lulled into ANYTHING." He shrugged. "...So, we should just shoot them now."

"I don't think we're supposed to kill them, Max," Sam said, scratching his temple with the end of his gun. "They can't be our future if they're filled with bullet holes. Oh, I know! You know what would be educational and fun?"

"A bathtub filled with spaghetti and the collected works of Stephen Hawking?"

"This isn't Tuesday, Max," Sam reminded his pal gently. "I was thinking we should deputize these fine boys and girls and teach them how to be Freelance Police! Give them a taste of our cases. Show them that working with the law is always better than breaking it. Although it's usually best to do both at the same time."

Wasn't this going to be exciting? It was! And it wasn't like the students had a choice about it, anyway!

Welcome to Detention, Sam and Max style.

(OOC: the post for getting arrested (if you choose to do so) is here. Detention, ahoy!)

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ACTIVITY #1 - SYBIL'S

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The first door leads you into a small room, one that's been decorated rather garishly. There's a cactus in one corner, and the curtains behind the main desk have flames painted onto them. At the far end of the room is a particularly tacky-looking couch. The inscription on the door reads Sybil's Tattoo Parlor Psycho Therapy. That would explain the random pieces of flash tattoo art, as well as the cheap diplomas over the couch.

Standing in front of the couch is a very short man (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v328/Rellyjean/samnmax/detention/Peepers.jpg), one wearing the uniform of a typical 'soda jerk.' The name tag on the uniform reads "Peepers," which might be a reference to his enormous blue eyes.

"Welcome!" he says, rubbing his eyes again.

In the far corner is a closet door. It keeps thumping.

There's a case here, deputies!!! It's up to you to solve it!!!!

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[furnaceface]

... This was insane. That was absolutely what it was. But at least Jono wasn't handcuffed anymore, right?

//Pardon me, mate,// he stated, looking down at the short man for a moment before looking up again, at the closet. //What's that thumping sound?//

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[samnotmax.livejournal.com]

"That's just one of my patients!" Peepers Sybil said. "She's undergoing an experimental new treatment. I'm a licensed psychotherapist, you know!"

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[furnaceface]

//Yer definitely... something. Excuse me.//

Look, people should not be locked in closets, was all Jono was saying, here. And so if the little guy would excuse him, he was going to push past and attempt to free whoever the poor girl was who was trapped inside.

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[samnotmax.livejournal.com]

Luckily for Jono, the door was only locked. A simple flick and a turn of the handle would open the closet, to reveal a woman with cat's-eye glasses and her hair back in a severe bun.

"Oh, thank you," she sighed, standing up and brushing some dust from her legs. "I was in there so long I started making up life stories for the mothballs."

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[furnaceface]

That was one hell of a pair of glasses, there. Jono's eyebrow was still up, and it was starting to look as though it might never come down again.

//I'm certain they were absolutely enthralled,// he mused, and then glanced over his shoulder at the little man he'd pushed past. //This bloke causin' grief for yer, at all?//

... Look, he didn't exactly trust Peepers, there. For various reasons, not the least of which was the simple fact that the guy creeped him the hell out.

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[samnotmax.livejournal.com]

"Is that lunatic still here?" Sybil gaped at the small man, and then facepalmed. "That's the jerk who locked me in there! He's been pretending he's me!"

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[officetightass]

Angela had to be on a prank show. She didn't approve of prank shows. She would not be signing any releases.

"Can I go now?" She didn't care who she was talking to, as long as they said leaving was okay.

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[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

"That's an interesting question," the man squeaked at her. "It seems to indicate a pathological fear of other people. What YOU need is some Eye-Bo!"

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[officetightass]

"I'm not afraid of other people, I just find them stupid," Angela snapped. "What's Eye-Bo?"

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[samnotmax.livejournal.com]

"It's a system of ocular exercises!" Peepers Sybil said excitedly. "It's only the best video ever put out! It changed my life! Do you want a copy?"

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[officetightass]

This had to be a joke. "Would I like a copy of an eye exercise video? No. No, I would definitely not."

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[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

"But it's FREE," he insisted. "It's not just eye exercises, it's a whole new way of LIFE! You HAVE to try it!"

Assuming she even had a VCR -- that was a VHS tape he was thrusting at her, not a DVD.

Over across the room, the closet thumped again.

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[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

Morgana glanced back and forth between the...man, and the door.

"Is whatever's making that noise supposed to be making that noise?" she asked.

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[samnotmax.livejournal.com]

"That's one of my patients!" Peepers Sybil explained. "It's an experimental treatment for her identity issues."

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[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't sound like she wants to be in there," Morgana said. "Shouldn't the treatment be quieter?"

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[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

"She has some VERY violent issues to work through!" the man answered. "It's such a shame, too -- all her problems could go away if she'd just watch the Eye-Bo instructional video!"

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[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

"What's Eye-Bo?" Morgana asked.

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[samnotmax.livejournal.com]

"It's a system of ocular exercises!" Peepers announced. "It changed my life! Do you want a free copy?"

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[heromaniac]

Okay, so Momoko may have learned gun safety before and may have tried to raise her hand before hearing... DETENTION?! She'd totally done nothing to deserve detention and was not at all relieved that she wasn't really under arrest, not that she'd done anything to deserve that either, and was NOT AT ALL made to feel better by being deputized and asked to solve a case. Okay, maybe a little.

She sighed in resolution and promised herself a loooong flight and two pieces of cake after all this, then walked through the door. She eyed the strangely dressed man on the other side and tried to ignore the sounds coming from the closet. "Thank you. Uhm. I'm Deputy Akatsutsumi. I hear you've got a problem?"

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[samnotmax.livejournal.com]

"No problem here!" the man chirped. "I've been treating patients all day. Would you like some therapy?"

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[heromaniac]

Momoko blinked. This was unexpected. "Uhm. No. I don't think I would like any therapy, thank you. I was told there was a problem that needed solving and I should come here to do that." She stole a glance at the closet, wary after what had been said earlier about keeping her in one. "That closet..."

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"I don't know what problem you're referring to," Peepers said. "The closet has another patient of mine. She's undergoing an identity crisis, so she's in experimental treatment."

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[heromaniac]

"An identity crisis? So you locked her in a closet? What type of experiment?" Maybe she was supposed to be investigating him? Maybe he was a psychopath and she had to try to figure out what he was up to and how to stop him and maybe save the lady in the closet!

What was it with closets today, anyway?

"I really think I should take a look in the closet. Just to make sure everything's fine. I mean it totally could have been a false alarm and all, but if someone called for help, then I should check to make sure. Just so that my report's complete and everything." She watched carefully to see what his reaction would be to that suggestion.

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[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

"Nobody called for help," Peepers Sybil told her. "You seem to have a very striking need to rescue people. Why don't you sit down on my couch, and we can discuss this hero complex of yours?"