Detention [8/5]

[actingreaper]

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.]

Comments

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Sam was still moping over this whole bodyswap mess, but he was doing it over breakfast.

One just did not turn down free waffles, no matter whose body you're in.

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[likethegun]

"Stop pouting. You're going to give me wrinkles," Dean said, nudging Sam in the back so he could get waffles too.

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Dean, we're in each other's bodies," Sam said, moving aside to let his brother get at the food. "I think that calls for being a little upset."

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[likethegun]

"You think I'm excited about being stuck in your body? Look, I know this is weird, but we'll figure out what happened and get ourselves switched back. There's nothing to worry about."

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Sam sighed. "You have a really weird definition of nothing," he said, though less sharply than he might of. It could be worse after all; at least Sam knew he wasn't about to start having seizures like what happened to Dean the last time.

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[likethegun]

Dean shrugged. As usual, he could tell he was going to have to be the rational one here. "The first thing we have to do is get through detention. Then, we can start asking around and see if anyone tried to do some sort of dumbass spell that backfired."

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"That seems to happen an awful lot around here," Sam observed, pushing a piece of waffle around his plate with his fork.

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[likethegun]

"Yeah, well, we seem to be around a lot of people who have powers they don't understand." He watched Sam push his food around before giving him a little kick. "Hey, stop staring at your food and eat it before it gets cold."

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I'm not hungry," Sam said sullenly, but started eating again anyway.

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[likethegun]

"Maybe not, but that's still my body that you're starving," Dean replied, hoping that would knock a bit more sense into him.

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Sam made a face, but made a better effort at cleaning his plate. He was still brooding however. "What if we can't figure out how this happened?" he asked around a mouthful of waffles. "What do we do then?"

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[likethegun]

"We have options," Dean pointed out, stuffing his own mouth full of waffles. "We can talk to Willow and see if she can do something to reverse this. Or maybe one of the Halliwells can help."

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Having a plan, even as vague as 'find out what happened, get a magic user to fix it," did help help with worry. Sam continued eating feeling a little bit better. Then he looked up at his brother and frowned.

"Dude you've got the hair all wrong," he complained.

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[likethegun]

Dean reached up and ruffled his hair a little, most likely making it worse. "What do you mean? That suggests there's a right way to deal with this mess."

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"There is- quit it!" Sam interupted himself, reaching out and grabbing Dean's hand away from his hair before he could make it any worse. "There is a right way and that's not it. You look like you have a tangled mop on top of your head."

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[likethegun]

"Gee, I wonder why that could be?" Dean said, dropping his hands to his sides. "I swear Sammy, as soon as we're back in our own bodies, you're getting another haircut."

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"It's fine the way it is," Sam insisted. "You just need to know how to wear it." He dug into his pocket and pulled out a comb, reaching over the table to use it on Dean's hair.

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[likethegun]

Dean put his hands up in protest before sighing and letting Sam fix his hair. "I don't know how you deal with this every day."

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"It's not that difficult," Sam said, concentrating on getting it just right. It was weird doing it looking at his body instead of his reflection. "Just requires some patience -- which okay maybe isn't your strong suit -- and a comb. And besides, you're one to complain. I'm not sure how someone whose hair is so short can need so keep so much product in his bathroom."

Not that this was the first time Sam had noticed this fact about Dean; it just never impacted so personally on him before.

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[likethegun]

"Hey, it's not like I use everything in there on a daily basis," he replied, sounding a little offended. "But there are some things that are required in order to look good. Not that I can't just roll out of bed and look hot, of course, but a little extra effort never hurts."

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Sam rolled his eyes, but in spite of himself smiled a little as well. Dean was Dean was Dean, no matter what.

"Well now you need to roll out of bed and comb your hair before you can look... presentable," Sam told him, not quite able to call his own body hot.

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[likethegun]

"I don't know. Dawn didn't seem to mind your hair much this morning," he said, unable to resist leering proudly.

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Sam made a mental note never to leer as it was not a good expression on him. "You better not be implying what I think you're implying," he said darkly.

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[likethegun]

"Geez Sammy, calm down. Don't worry, we didn't do anything. All of your innocent virtues are still in tact, I promise." Dean laughed.

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Well good. Keep it that way. I don't want things to be awkward between me and Dawn when we switch back."