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.]

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You delinquents, you,

Daisy will interject with food related metaphors. Well, no, probably not. But she might chat with you.

Once everyone seemed to be about done eating, Daisy opened the journal and pulled out some post- its. Each one had a first initial, a last name, an ETDA, and a location.

"Right, these are your assignments. Each of you is to devise a plan to figure out who this individual is and ‘tag' them by sticking a purple post-it on their person. You must do this without them ever being aware that you're there. It's not as easy as it works. You may want to assume some sort of false identity, claim to be an old friend they don't remember, a lawyer looking to give them an inheritance, whatever. Just get the job done. You can work together, but you have to be the person who ‘tags' the person on your post-it. If anyone catches on to your game of ‘tag', then you're ‘out' and get to sit in the corner facing the wall ~~and be plagued by gravelings~~. You have to tag the person by the time indicated on your post-it, before something else tags them, first."

Alec: D. Herbig, 10:33 am, Happy Time temporary staffing services
Veruca Cally: C. Dale, 11:02 am, hot dog cart downtown
Walter Dornez: R. Summers, 3:59 pm, Country karaoke bar
Tyler Durden: N. Rommey, 1:28 pm, the hospital
Dean Winchester: J. Monteleone, 12:44 pm, Military Academy
Sam Winchester: M.K. Hourihan, 2:01 pm, Country club

[ooc: feel free to use this thread to set up a game plan.]

The Dangershop changed into something of a cubicle farm, filled with milling office workers. Alec had twenty minutes to find D. Herbig and ‘tag' them without them realizing.

The shop changed again, this time to a busy city street with a hotdog cart on the corner. Cally had twenty minutes to find C. Dale and ‘tag' them without them realizing.

The room changed back to that restaurant. This time, there were peanut butter sandwiches offered for free. Or whatever is on the menu, of course.

It changed again, this time to the grounds of a military academy, where students were running an obstacle course. Dean had twenty minutes to find J. Monteleone and tag them without them realizing.

It changed again, this time to a hospital corridor on the fifth floor. Tyler had twenty minutes to find N. Rommey and tag them without them knowing.

It changed again, now to the dining room of a posh country club. Sam had twenty minutes to find S. Sullivan and tag them without them knowing.

It changed one last time, now to a Country Western themed karaoke bar, complete with a cow skull on the wall. Walter had twenty minutes to find R. Summers and tag them without them knowing.

Be bothered by gravelings over here.

Let me know if you want a death and/or gremlin bothering over here.

Also, anyone familiar with the canon want to help me out and take over any of the NPCs? Please to let me know. I want this to be good, but I will be AFK for awhile tomorrow.

Cally signed in. Rather happily, despite not earning this detention.

Cally sat, humming to herself.

There is a rather round woman with horn-rimmed glassed and... interesting makeup at the hotdog cart. It appears that she is attempting to drown her hotdog in toppings.

Being in the wrong body was bad enough. Being in a body with detention was even worse. Sulkily, Z wrote "I am not Tyler Durden" on the sign-in sheet and went to sit.

Z snorted at Cally. "You look happy."

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

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.

Sam picked up the pen and automatically wrote Sam Winchester on the sign in sheet, but then paused, wondering if maybe it's the body and not the mind that should be signing in. So he crossed that out and wrote Dean Winchester instead. But that felt a little too much like lying and he didn't want to know what happened when you got in trouble in detention so he crossed that out too.

He stared at the page in indecision for a long moment, briefly considered signing in as some kind of multiple choice, but finally decided on One of the Winchesters.

Sure it was vague, but at least that much he could swear to.

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."

Dean saw what else had been written on the sign in sheet and gave a small sigh of relief. It wasn't that this didn't still suck, but at least he wasn't the only one getting confused. He grabbed the pen, and wrote the other Winchester underneath where Sam had signed in.

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."

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Detention [8/5]

Sign In

Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

Tag: assignments

Alec - D. Herbig

Veruca Cally - C. Dale

Lunch!

Dean Winchester - J. Monteleone

Tyler Durden - N. Rommey

Sam Winchester - M. K. Hourihan

Walter Dornez - R. Summers

Optional: get caught!

OOC

Re: Sign In

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

Re: Veruca Cally - C. Dale

Re: Sign In

Re: Breakfast: order, eat, chatter

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey

Re: Sign In

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey

Re: Sign In

Re: Tyler Durden - N. Rommey