fandomhigh | Detention, April 8th, 9:00 AM

The Danger Shop was set up like a very large childcare center today with The Tick standing in the middle of the room. "Hello, students!" he said when the students entered the shop. "Come over here and sit in a circle!"

He passed around the sign-in sheet, with the following names on it:

Angel
Callisto
Samantha Carter
John Crichton
Alphonse Elric

"Today, you'll be learning about responsibility in one of the most trying ways there is. Today, you'll be watching children! The kids themselves are just Danger Shop holograms, so they can't actually be hurt or anything, but you should still treat them as you would a real child. You're responsible for their fake well-being and you shouldn't expect me to bail you out if you have trouble. Please remember, they outnumber you. The simulation will end at 5:00 PM FHT. Okay, bring on the kids!"

Another list appeared. This list was of the children who would be here today.

Billy
Boo
Jamie
Mindy
Ralph
Stewie
Vendetta

[OOC: In the shop is pretty much everything you might need in a typical childcare facility. Toys, books, bits of electronic that could be fashioned into a laser gun laying around in some drawers... The usual. You can leave as early as 5:00 EST, but feel free to play past that if you're having fun.

The activities listed are guidelines the students should work toward. The children... well, they'll do what they'll do. Hopefully it'll all go together smoothly and we won't have someone fingerpainting during naptime. Right. Becuase what we want is for this to be easy. Sure.

That all said, this will be very hands off for me. Jump in, play, and try not to kill each other.

I have to be in the office for a couple hours, so if you need me, ping me via e-mail.]

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"Oh, poor kid," Sam said, coming over. "How about a sandwich first?"

"Cookie!" Mike said with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Sandwich, then cookie?"

Mike sniffled. "Cookie?"

"After the sandwich," Sam coaxed, "I promise. Then, storytime and a nap, okay?"

She gave the little girl a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, cut into four triangles, with the crusts cut off. "Apple juice?"

Mike muttered something that might have been the word 'jelly' and started to eat her sandwich.

"Good girl." Thank god.

"NO SANDWICH. CLAMS," says Vendetta. "AND BEEF JERKY."

"That's kinda gross," Sam said, making a face. "And we don't have any anyway. How do you feel about peanut butter?"

"That is disgusting!" says Vendetta. "I will tell my cat to eat you!"

A loud "MROW!!! is heard from outside.

Sam's head whipped around and she saw the enormous cat outside the window. Oh, not good.

Time to backtrack. "How about we compromise? We don't have any clams or beef jerky. Is there something else you might eat."

"No!" she says. "Go out and get me some. And grape juice."

"Grape juice I can manage," Sam said, opening a juice box and handing it to the girl. "But you need to eat something. If you don't like peanut butter, what do you want?"

"I TOLD YOU, YOU BLONDE IDIOT, CLAMS AND BEEF JERKY."

"That's Three," Sam said, her jaw tight as she pointed. "Time out, now. You don't talk to people that way."

Vendetta glares, then goes in the general directio of where Sam pointed.

A moment later she returns with a box. It might move the tiniest bit. "I've brought you a present to show you how sorry I am."

Sam was deeply suspicious. "That's very nice of you, but you're still going to Time Out."

"I'm bringing you a gift," she says. "That is very ungrateful of you."

"Yes, I suppose it is. But you can't buy your way out of trouble. What you did was wrong," Sam said, grateful Janet wasn't there to hear this.

She opened the box, though.

A little shadowy black creature pokes its head out. Besides the weird eyes, it's almost cute. And then it opens its mouth and shows off rows of very sharp teeth.

Right.

"I should have seen that coming," Sam sighed and looked at the creature. "I don't assume you're a vegetarian?"

The fiend eats the side of the box and tries to hop into Sam's hands.

Sam took a reflexive step back. "How do I call it off?"

"You don't," laughs Vendetta, as the fiend takes another chunk out of the box. "It's nice and hungry!"

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