fandomhigh | DETENTION Saturday

ETA: ~~Mun jst got horrible news and will be AFK for a bit. I'm sure you can tell this is a pretty loose detention. Just don't blow anything up. I'll be back later to release you.~~ I'm back. Play this funny for me, ok? I need cheered up.

Visitors are welcome during LUNCH only.

The Danger Room has been programmed to resemble the press briefing room at the White House. On each chair is the student's name on an etched brass plaque. Make sure you only sit in the chair with your name on it.

At the ends of each rows are thick folders rubber banded to a large stack of books. Behind the lectern is a white pull down screen covering the seal of the United States of America.

CJ stands at the lectern, wearing her glasses. She looks up as the students enter the room and checks their name off the list.

Honor System, Gang. If YOU know you have detention, please serve it. Not all the teachers submitted information, or else there were late additions. Thanks.

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Ok. It's Saturday. It's detention. I'm supposed to mention about your wicked, wicked ways...yeah, not going to do that. Work harder. Quit screwing around. In some misguided attempt to keep you all sane and alive I signed up for this gig, so let's make the best of a bad situation, and make CJ happy, ok? [She smiles]

All right gang, this is going to be as painless or as painful as you choose for it to be. I want you in groups of not more than four. You each have a different stack of information. These are reports that are sent to the government so we can decide what to give money to. We had an intern, Winnie, and she's read them all and briefed me on them.

Your detention, since most of you are here for not doing your homework, is to consolidate the information, come up with a coherant presentation, and then get up here and present your findings to the rest of us. If you do it well, single moms and garbagemen get to keep on making a living. If not, you damage the environment, poison the masses, and generally create hell on Earth and destroy our noble Democracy as we know it.

But first, we're going to watch a couple films to help orient you to politics as I know and love them.

[Walks to the back, flips off the lights, and starts an old fashioned reel projector. Footage of the Kennedy-Nixon debates flashes on the screen at the front of the room and the lights dim so they can watch.]

I will post sub threads for different detention activities through the day.

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I know you're going to talk...

Are we allowed to talk? Because, you know, people got in trouble for it last detention.

Oh, Bel...Why do you think I signed up for this gig. Hello, communication teacher...of course you're allowed to talk. Don't let it keep you from getting your work done, and don't be hateful, that's all I ask.

Cool. You, uh, know I'm supposed to be in here, right? My Lady Tara assigned me detention pretty late last night.

Yes, Belthazor. You're at the top of my list. [Smiles softly] Tara called my voice mail this morning to alert me of your...punishment.

Wait... we aren't going to get in trouble if we talk? *sighs in relief*

Whew, and here I was thinking I'd get another detention if I said anything.

*whispers* Okay, talking's okay, but is snuggling out of the question?

*whispers* We could always try and see what happens?

You really wanna risk it?

Good point. No more detentions, right? We can hold out. *nods, and points to the table for group five* Might as well do the work, huh?

Beka threw Bel a grateful look for asking the question on her mind (before her mun went back to sleep for an hour).

"Morning, Bel. You guys aren't doing the slave thing in class, right? I don't want to get Pheebs in trouble by talking to her." She nodded to Buffy. "We're not yet. So you guys can talk to her. ~~If you don't scare her, tease her or humiliate her, because we are going to do this assignment and that makes her mine to protect. Understood?~~"

"We're not," Belthazor said, "but even if we were, I haven't forbidden her to speak to her friends. That would make her unhappy. I'll save that for a punishment." He grinned, then grunted as Phoebe reached over and punched him in the side. ~~Understood. I know how you feel about what's yours.~~

"Hey Pheebs." Beka grinned. "How's Master Emo treating you? Nicely I hope." She shot a wicked smirk at Bel, but it contained a hint of the usual threat-promise to stop him if he hurt her. ~~Difference between mine and mine to protect. I don't own her. But I will own anyone who hurts her. Or Phoebe. Or you.~~

"My Beloved Lord is treating me well," Phoebe responded, smiling at Belthazor, a teasing glint in her eyes. Belthazor gave Beka a dirty look at the "emo" comment. ~~Or me, huh? What's so special about me?~~

"~~Damn. That's hot. About those Halloween costumes...~~ Your Beloved Lord, huh?" Beka gave Phoebe a knowing smirk before turning to Bel.

"What, you think I'm going to call you 'My Beloved Lord'? ~~Don't say yes unless you've got fireballs in hand to back it up.~~" ~~Yeah, you. *shrug* Sometimes people click.~~

"Her idea," Belthazor said, but he was grinning. "I kinda like it. Has a nice sound to it." ~~I do have fireballs to back it up and you know it.~~ ~~Still going to feel that way if the Source of All Evil comes after my ass?~~

"Mmm-hmm." Beka grinned back and shot Phoebe an amused look, complete with highly arched eyebrow. "Don't get used to it." ~~You are such a tease. And, simply put: Yes.~~