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Detention [8/5]

When the students entered the dangershop, they found it to have been set up like a stereotypical novelty breakfast restaurant, right down to the dirndls worn by the harried yet unflappable waitress. The students were free to order any item they wanted from the menu . . . so long as they paid for it. Toaster waffles were on offer for free, though.

Daisy sat at a long table to one side of the restaurant, reading the obituaries section of today's Washington Post and sipping some coffee. She had a brown leather journal on the table in front of her, and the specials board behind her had a list of the students' names:

Alec
Veruca Cally
Walter Dornez
Tyler Durden
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester

Daisy waited for everyone to arrive and get their breakfast on before setting down the paper.

[ooc: ~~wait for the OCD~~. I will have to be afk in the afternoon/evening to attend a gathering for a friend of mine who has passed away, but I will be online from late Friday night through Saturday morning (I hope) to grab up the pings.

PLEASE NOTE: the following is entirely optional. Should your character get caught, I can have them get harrassed by a graveling. Also, should your character not find their target in time, the target will die in a suitably canonish wacky fashion. These are ENTIRELY OPTIONAL. Please let me know if you'd like this to happen in the OOC thread.

All threads are open ~~as soon as OCD is up~~, since my time for RP is limited. Expect to be out IG by about 4 pm.

And thanks to

walter_n_wires and

futurebucs_star for offering to help with playing NPCs

ETA (3:45 pm EST): And off I go.

walter_n_wires and

futurebucs_star: feel free to mod those npcs you feel comfortable with. I'll pick up any hanging pings and threads when I return. I apologize for the inconvenience of having to go AFK, but it could not be avoided.]

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Cally sat, humming to herself.

Z snorted at Cally. "You look happy."

She also grabbed a plate of waffles. Free food didn't suck.

Cally smiled. "Yeah, guess I am," she said, picking at a waffle of her own. "Somethin' wrong with being happy in detention?"

Z and Tyler would have had about the same answer to that.

"You're in detention."

Cally shrugged. "As far as detentions go, this one seems kinda nice, actually," she smiled. "Even if I didn't earn it."

"Neither did I," Z pouted. "I woke up this morning in the wrong body and then Dean Professor Tick grabbed me and dragged me in here. I don't even know what this Tyler guy did."

"Waaait," Cally said. "You're not Tyler?"

Z shook her head morosely. "I'm Z. I woke up in the wrong body this morning." She picked at her frozen waffle. "My dumb luck, huh?"

[OOC: Going AFK for a couple hours.]

"Oh, geeze," Cally said. "It'll go away, I promise. I had this happen once? And the whole thing ended pretty smoothly, actually."

Z brightened at that. "So everyone got back in the right body?" she asked.

Then she lowered her voice. "I don't like being a boy. And I can't duo -- some stuff I can usually do."

"Like, the whole duplicating thing can't do stuff?" Cally asked.

"Yes!," Z squeaked, which was still pretty deep because, hi, boy body. "Normally I just think about it and there are two of me, right?" She frowned, as if trying to remember if there was mroe to it, which she couldn't. "I tried that when Mr. Tick dragged me here and it didn't work at all."

"Well, it could be worse," Cally pointed out. "At least you didn't end up in Peter Griffin?"

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"This is so unfair." Angela said and sat down across from Cally.

"Eh, random detentions aren't that bad," Cally said. "You just got to take it easy. So. . . what's up? I haven't seen you since Thursday. You and Nadia get some huddle-together-for-warmth time?"

Angela blushed. "Were we drinking last night?"

"Not that I know," Cally said. "I was kinda off on... oooh, I got to tell you about my date last night, sometime. Just not in detention, you..."

She paused. Butlery resolve does not lead to blushing.

"Uhhh, you okay, Walter?"

"Walter?"

Angela tucked her hair behind her ear and looked around.

Uh-oh. Twice in so many weeks. Poor Walter.

"Nevermind," Cally said. "I thought I saw him. Guess I'm crazy."

"See, that's what's unfair. He's supposed to be here, not me."

"Yeah, you're right," Cally said. "Totally unfair. Might as well make the best of it, though?"

"Yeah. It could be worse. Hamlet woke up in Nadia's body." Oops. She blushed even harder. "Just be nice to him if you see him."

"I will," Cally said. "So, uhhh, you two woke up together, huh?"

It was only mean if she teased too much.

"I don't know what happened. Don't tell Marty." Especially the part about her being topless when she woke up. "She must have wanted to talk to a girl about something. Maybe Walter."

She tucked her hair behind her ear again - it was being terribly unruly today - and rubbed her left eye again.

Don't tell Marty. Well, that settled that.

"Don't worry, Angela," Cally said. "I'm just maybe possibly a teeny bit jealous, actually."