fandomhigh | Detention: Saturday, January 14, 2006

Rita happily pointed her wand at the board, making a list of names appear.

Han Solo
Pippi Longstocking
Pip Bernadette
Quinn Morgendorffer
John Sheppard
Lana Lang
Maia Rutledge
James Ford
~~Barbossa~~

“Students are expected to sign in,” Rita said. As soon as Quinn and Barbossa took their seats, Rita set a pile of writing materials on the former’s desk, and nine pairs of dragonhide gloves, as well as nine tiny nets, on latter’s.

“Boys and girls, it seems you’ve been naughty this week,” Rita said disapprovingly, addressing the whole class. “So until midnight tonight, you’re all going to be staying here. And you’ll be doing punishments to fit the crimes and according to my whims, really. And since there are only two students in here who seemingly did not cause mischief to ear this detention - Mr. Barbossa and Ms. Morgendorffer - they will be my Special Helpers for the day. That means, Special Helpers - if you see someone misbehaving, let me know immediately.”

“Thanks to Mr. Solo, you will all write me a one hundred-word essay on respecting the privacy of the opposite sex. If I am not satisfied with your essay, you will make a better effort. Ms. Morgendorffer, you are in charge of passing out the writing material and collecting it. And boys and girls - I expect neat work.”
“Because of all of you who thought that playing in the water would be fun, I’m going to teach you about the things that actually live in the water.” She indicated three tanks at the front of the room, and lifted the dropcloths off of them. In each one, nettles and grayish-green, slimy plants grew. The students’ attention was more likely to be on the pale green, goblin-like creatures, however.

“I would like you all to harvest as much gillyweed - the stuff that looks like rat tails - out of there before you leave. In groups of three - Mr. Ford, Mr. Sheppard and Mr. Solo together; Ms. Longstocking, Ms. Lang and Ms. Rutledge; and Ms. Morgendorffer, Mr. Barbossa and Mr. Bernadette. Please wait for Mr. Barbossa to hand out your protective gloves and nets.”
“Then we will have lunch. I hope you all like what I’ve provided.”
“After lunch, there will be some beginner's potion-making - you will all be extracting four ounces - that’s approximately a full plant’s worth - of bubotuber pus." Rita pointed to nine slug-like plants on her desk. "You will work alone. Continue to wear your gloves, boys and girls, unless you’d rather like to have boils."
“And once that is finished, you will spend the rest of your time quietly in your seats, doing lines.”

“I will not - I repeat, will not tolerate undue chatter in this detention. And do not forget that I have a wand, whereas none of you do. Anyone who talks out of turn runs the risk of being jinxed or worse. I will not hesitate to full body-bind any of you, much less transfigure you into something unpleasant for the duration of the day.”

She smiled sweetly. “Any questions?”

[ooc: All right kiddies, here’s how it’s going to go:

Comment in all of the threads. RP out what Rita has asked you to do. If you don’t, she will be cranky. If you talk about non-detention stuff, and Rita catches you, she will be cranky. If you talk back, she will be very cranky.

If Rita gets cranky, she will seriously cast a spell on you.

I won’t do anything to actually HARM a single student in here. But you might find yourselves unable to move, turned into a highly unpleasant animal, tickling for no reason at all, and so on. Furthermore, she’ll assign you detention again next week if she has to take to magical measures.

I do expect to see a full 100 word essay.

The grindylows will not bite unless you piss them off. Be careful.

The food is not poisoned. Scout’s honor. :)

The bubotuber pus is your own domain. Get boils, don’t, whatever.

And as for the lines, C&P is your friend. And yes, Rita and I are both OCD enough to check that your character has done it the full 25 times.

Finally - if you don’t know HP canon, please do take advantage of those links. Additionally, you can ping me in the OOC thread, or I *should* be on AIM (beetlewhatbeetle).

Most of all, remember: Rita is not nice. She is not your pal. She is a bitch, and she *will not* hesitate to turn you into a newt. (And you will not get getting better...until I say so, anyway.)

And you won’t be getting out until 3 AM EST. Sorry, guys. Like I said...Rita is a bitch. *shrug* And you know the rules on that - no playing in anything else until that time. And if I catch you? Consequences.

[ooc2: OCD threads ~~going up momentarily. Wait for them and then please do use them~~ ARE UP.]

[ooc3: ~~I'm going AFK for an hour. If you have questions, hold off until I get back, please~~. BACK, YO.]

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Wear your gloves. Seriously.

Lana quietly proceeds to extract a good 4 or more ounces of... goo... from the plants. She is extremely careful not to let any of it touch her in any way.

And she manages not to retch overly much as she's doing it.

Pippi wonders what this would be like in pie as she deftly harvests the goo.

The strong smell of petrol was overwhelming as Maia squished out the puss. For a moment she felt her stomach quiver and then she knew she was going to lose it, throwing the bubotuber down she ran over to the bin and vomited.

Pip unobtrusevily walks by Maia and whispers, "You alright?"

Maia nodded breathing hard. "Yeah, thanks."

Pip extracts as much as he can.

He's smelled worse, but not that often. And only when hanging around a battlefield.

Some gets near his skin and he draws away quickly, just barely missing it. He grins, ruefully. "Close one," he mutters, cleaning it up.

Shep dons a pair of gloves and has at it. It smells like gasoline, but he spent years fixing and flying choppers so he's used to it.

He gets into a pretty good rhythm and decides that he'd rather do this than steal that poor critter's weed.

Poke.
Squeeze.
Scoop.
Scrape into the jar.

Poke.
Squeeze.
Scoop.
Scrape into the jar.

Poke.
Squeeze.
Scoop.
Scrape into the jar.

Barbossa thought the smell of the plants this bore a rather unfortunate resemblence to cleaning out the bilges.

He did it anyway, though, because he wasn't stupid and had absolutely no desire to be turned into something unnatural.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew.

She's doing it, but she's NOT happy! And she's going to all her classes from now on! Forever and ever!

Han does his collection, nose wrinkled, but moving carefully. The four ounces are duly collected and set aside.

"Ms. Skeeter?" asked Pippi not taking her hands off the tuber.

"What do all these plants do? The gillyweed and the boobootuber?"

"Excellent question. The gillyweed, when ingested, allows the person in question to breathe underwater for a limited amount of time. The bubotuber pus, when diluted, is a cure for acne and harsh skin ailments. Undiluted, it causes severe boils to break out. Hence the gloves."

"Oof!" said Pippi. "Wouldn't want to get them mixed up!"

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