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Detention [Saturday, November 21]
"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!)
"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!)
Re: ACTIVITY #3 - FIZZBALL
"...Okay, yeah. If someone gets hurt, we'll give you 50 points and you win the game. Good luck!"
Re: ACTIVITY #3 - FIZZBALL
To some, it may have looked like an invitation for a pitch.
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He spat.
There was the wind-up... and the PITCH!
The can lobbed toward Momoko in a less-than-graceful arc.
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Fine, if they wanted to play this stupid game, she'd play it! "That wasn't fair! I wasn't ready! It totally doesn't count!" She tapped the axe handle on the ground like she'd seen them do at baseball games. "Try again!"
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He lobbed another can, this time aiming for her head.
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cuteshortie."Silly rabbit-man-thing! Simply trying is totally for non-Powerpuff Girls!" Momoko took a moment to stick her tongue out at him, then stepped back and swung hard. She connected, but with the end of the can. Which meant it went flying, but didn't shatter. "Booo! It didn't break. Do I run to bases or do I just get another turn?"
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There was a very fine hissssss coming from the can, making this a certified Ticking Time Bomb. Fire in the hoooooooooole!
Re: ACTIVITY #3 - FIZZBALL