fandomhigh | 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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Z had decided to treat this as some bizarre training project for the Rangers. She could do it.

She bit her lip, looking around for a nurse or doctor or, basically, anybody with a nametag.

An older woman shuffled slowly over to Z, then past her and started talking to a fake ficus in the corner.

"Excuse me," she asked the ficus. "Do you know the way to Santa Fe?"

Z sighed. Of course she didn't get a nametag person. She got crazy ficus lady.

If Tyler had known who he was, he would have taken a moment to reflect on the irony of the situation. But he didn't.

Instead, "Z" aimed what she hoped was a dazzling smile at ficus lady. "Excuse me, do you know where I can fnd the Romney room? I'm a grandd- grandson. I'm their grandson."

"La la lala lalalala la," sang the crazy ficus lady.

Fortunately, another woman, this one in scrubs, was nearby and hurried over. "Nina, it's nearly time for your medicine." The nurse looked Z up and down. "Can I help you find something, son?"

Nina started with an N. "I just have a question to ask Ms. Romney," Z said, trying for nonchalance. "Kind of personal. Can I have a second? I'm family."

The crazy ficus lady clapped excitedly, but the nurse crossed her arms.

"No you're not. Nina only has her daughter left, and her daughter has never, ever mentioned a son."

Z blinked slowly. "I was .... placed. For adoption. At birth. Nana Nina was the first blood relative I found. I'm trying to find out if she knows who my father might be. It's really kind of painful to talk about."

She was also trying to snake a hand around to stick the post-it to Ficus Lady's back.

"Nananinanananinanananina," sang Nina.

The nurse put an arm around Nina's shoulders to turn her back away from the ficus. "Could I see some ID, please?"

There were fifteen minutes left.

Z flailed. She hadn't seen a wallet that morning, so she didn't have any ID.

"Um, I just -- I mean --" she pouted. "I should go. And I plan to write a very nasty letter." As the nurse moved to turn Nina around, Z moved quickly to place the post-it just below the nurse's arm. Then she went to leave.

"Bye, Nana Nina."

Nina turned her head, for a moment entirely lucid. "Do I know you, dear?"

The nurse paused as well, looking between Nina and Z with interest and suspicion.

Z wasn't sure how to answer that, and she couldn't tell if the post-it had stuck or not. "You sure do!," she said cheerily. "I mean you will. It's a long story."

Then she had a brilliant idea. "Can I have a hug before I go?"

"Oh!" Nina clapped her hands excitedly again. "I like hugs!"

The nurse hesitated, and then nodded, stepping away from Nina. "I'm watching you, though, no funny business,"

Z grinned hugely and gave Nina a hug, securel;y attaching the post-it to a spot on her shirt where the nurse hopefully wouldn't see it right away.

"Bye," she said again, and walked away very very quickly.

"Bye bye!" Nina cried happily as . . . something that Z probably could not see clearly scuttled along the wall--

And the simulation abruptly ended.

Detention [8/5]

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey