Detention: January 28th

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The Tick entered the Danger Shop, carrying some coffees and with Lockheed trailing behind. The shop had been programmed to look just like his classroom because he was prepared to inflict the deepest punishment he could think to inflict upon a person; he was going to lecture them today.

As the students filed in, The Tick pointed them towards the sign-in sheet.

Samuel Throgmorten Anders
Archibald Kennedy
Alphonse Elric
Edward Elric
Togusa
Charles Kawalsky

Once everyone was in and seated, he began to speak.

"Hello, students. You kids have either earned - or in your case, Togusa, had the bad luck to be randomly selected - your time here today. I have coffee, notebooks, and pens for you today. I'm going to lecture you this morning, and then after lunch, you'll be expected to write about what you heard. I'd suggest taking good notes so your essays shine."

[OOC: During the lectures take notes, pass notes (although you will get caught at a certain point), ask questions afterwards, whatever. Lockheed may mock you. There will be a short essay at the end of detention. And the fact that there are no threads after Lunch right now? Means absolutely nothing, really. As for timeframe... well, who can predict these things, really? You'll know when it's over.]

Comments

Re: After Lunch

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The snowman used unnatural strength to smack The Tick away. Except for the smacking him away part. It was more of a light glancing blow. Or a love tap. But it was an evil, ferocious love tap.

Re: After Lunch

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The Tick looked at the snowman. "Okay. SPOOOOOOOOON" He then took a swing at the snowman's left head.

Re: After Lunch

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The left head billowed into a powder, and then the entire body melted into the floor.

Seconds later, it reformed. More appropriately, they reformed -- where there was one two-headed monster, there were now two two-headed monsters, with a carrot apiece. Oh yeah. Multiplication wins.

Re: After Lunch

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"Huh. That's weird." Seeing one snowman go after Archie, Tick reached to grab the other in a bearhug. He'd get these things out of his detention one way or another.

Re: After Lunch

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The twosie that the Tick grabbed froze its body around his arms, holding him as fast as anything can hold a nigh-invulnerable superhero in blue latex.

Re: After Lunch

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"Huh. Serious, very weird." Tick looked over to his desk. "Lockheed? Some help here?"

Lockheed shrugged, flew over, and fired a strong burst of flame at the snowman.

Re: After Lunch

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If the snowman could say "Oh what a world what a world," it would. Instead it just melted... and didn't rise again.