THE BRUNCH GANG.

[hellshaped]

Who: The Brunch Gang
What: AU detention mingle post?
When: Saturday, Sept. 15, 7:05 a.m. to 5 p.m.
Where: A "school library"
Rating: John Hughes

The room is familiar to you, as well it should be -- it's your school's library. There are stacks of books all around, and an upper floor you can reach by means of a spiral staircase. There are tables in a row, with two seats each, uncomfortable chairs made of plastic that was probably bright once, but is now worn, dirt finding its way between bumps in the rough surface.

You're here for the remainder of the day, stuck in this room, a punishment for whatever rule you broke.

How will you pass the time?

[ 7:05 a.m. | morning | lunch | afternoon | 5 p.m. ]

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7:05 A.M.

[hellshaped]

[It's 7:05 in the morning.

On a Saturday.

Your parents or guardians dropped you off with words of advice or cold, disapproving silences. Or maybe you made it here on your own.

However you made it here, you're stuck. Might as well make the best of it.

Better find your seats before Vice-principal Boy comes stomping in oh wait here he is, if you're not in your seat you're going to get some stern looks.]

Everybody sit down. This isn't social time.

[kalinda]

[She'll be the first to arrive, an ironic gesture on her part perhaps, giving the VP a defiant gaze before strolling to the back of the room, to a desk off to the side. Arms will be folded, notebook on her lap as she opens it quickly, taking a pen to the paper and saying not a word.]

[hellshaped]

[TAHIRI......... Mr. Boy gives her a flat, steely look in return. Gurl. You better sit down.]

[universale]

[ someone totally doesn't mind being here. in fact, he's just gonna sit down in his seat and

yeah he brought books.

lots of books.

its like his bag is some neverending bag of books with the way he keeps pulling them out. (he's even wearing a beret what is wrong with this guy) ]

[hellshaped]

[Finally, someone who understands what detention is all about..... being quiet and not doing anything.

Though he does give this student a flat look at the beret. Hats? In school???? NOT ON HIS WATCH.]

Mr. da Vinci. Hat off.

[campaigns]

[Have one scrawny kid sulking his way into the classroom. He sits in the front row off to the side, looking like a mix of angry and embarrassed. He's not a trouble-maker, he doesn't belong here!

The chair doesn't even creak when he sits down, even though he put all his force in it. For emphasis! He folds his arms and continues to scowl.]

[echivoc]

[ Cross takes his seat at a table across from Leonardo's book-covered table, sliding off his letterman jacket and backpack. Sigh, what a waste of a day. ]

Re: 7:05 A.M.

[hedonic]

[ What kind of senior has her parents drop her off? She definitely got their on her own, and at her own leisure, so she's not exactly...right on time. What will they do? Give her more detention?

Echidna strolls in wearing a tank top and skirt hemmed so short one can definitely see those panties even if she even kind of leans over. It's not a school day, what does she care? At least she's not wearing sunglasses or a hat?

The look she gives the principal is a mixture of disgust and slimy delight. Oh boy, the enforcer is here. ]

Whoopsie, am I late? If all the seats are taken, I may have to sit on someone's lap...

[mispronunciates]

[Enter John Doe, Junior! he slumps into the classroom, shoulders hunched, posture horrible - it's mostly to try and detract from the height his giant blue head adds. but really, it just kind of makes him look ridiculous. he's one of those types who sticks his backpack over BOTH shoulders, to boot, and he glances up, hoping to at least find a face he recognizes in the group.

... nope.]

Well, this is going to be a fantastic day, I can just tell.

[persequor]

[ More like her favorite brother dropped her off telling her next time she ought try not to get caught.

Arya claims a seat by the window, sets her pack down and pulls her hood up over her head before resting her head on her arms. Invisibility: activated. Not really ]

7:05 A.M.

[foolreversed]

[yeah the disapproving silence was what Tohru got. And while he had previously not cared that much about the whole thing (it was the first time after all, one time isn't a big deal, right?), that car ride set all the hairs on his neck on end with its overwhelming air of I AM DISAPPOINT SON. Oh boy.

So he's just peaking his head nervously in right now.]

MORNING

[hellshaped]

[After Mr. Boy has retreated to his office (probably to take a nap, what a great example), you have the run of the library.

Better keep it quiet, though; you don't want that guy to come back and yell ineffectually at you.]

[ooc. feel free to make subthreads for different times of the morning or different parts of the library!]

[kalinda]

[Time to tip down the glasses again.

Yeah, someone's immediately getting out of her seat once the Big Guy leaves and starts strolling around, looking as though she is wandering aimlessly.]

[hedonic]

[ And this is where she pulls her water bottle from her backpack. A water bottle full of...vodka. Just let her finish and then the fun can really start. When Leela gets up, Echidna just uses her former seat as a foot rest. Perfect! ]

Re: MORNING

[mispronunciates]

[he hefts his backpack up onto the table with a pretty resounding THUNK. and a few suspicious rattling noises. when he emptying it, it's apparent why he carried it on both shoulders - it's FULL of junk. cast-off metal bits and bobs, tools he stole from the science lab ...

... is that a hubcap?]

LUNCH

[hellshaped]

[Hope you brought a lunch, because the cafeteria's closed today.

If you're paying attention, you might notice Mr. Boy leaving his office and going down the hall. Is he leaving the building for lunch? Going to the staff room? Or simply going to a vending machine?

Do you want to take a chance on how long you're unsupervised?]

Re: LUNCH

[mispronunciates]

[takes out his Heavy Metal lunch box. his Minion legal guardian was nice enough to pack him a perfect lunch: pimento loaf and cream cheese sandwich, a little pack of blue Gushers, a baggie of sour cream and onion chips ... and a thermos.

he sets out all of them meticulously on the table before rubbing his hands together happily. what to eat first...]

[persequor]

[ Arya is feeding tiny pieces to...her pack? Apparently. There's some quiet snuffling coming from it, which she's quick to shush. Either the bag is alive or there is something in there. Must be the bag. ]

[kalinda]

[Seemingly without food, she'll just be peeking out the door of the library there...]

[universale]

[ who is vegetarian? this guy is vegetarian. not a single thing with meat is in sight, and his lunch bag is spilling with bread and good food and what not.

however, he is eating none of it, just resting his head on his chin while he doodles. ]

AFTERNOON

[hellshaped]

[Welp, lunchtime is over. Regardless of what kind of shenanigans you lot got up to, Mr. Boy is back in his office by this point. You can only see his hooves kicked up on the desk from across the hall, though, so there is the possibility he is sleeping. Just be quiet and you should be alright.

Now the only thing you have to look forward to is getting the hell out of here... just a few more hours...

How will you pass the time?]

[ooc. As always, feel free to make your own subthreads!]

[mispronunciates]

[John's got most of his project prep work done, after defending his lunch from any interlopers and consuming the bits he managed to hang on to. he's polishing off the last of the Snapple in his thermos as he makes the last few touches to the model train engine he was ... "repairing".

said train now has a hollowed out compartment near the head, and the casing that goes over it all - the really cheap, not so durable, easily broken on contact plastic casing - is sitting off to the side.]

... Now what should I put in it ...

[he lays out his options: blue copy machine toner, super-sticky rubber cement (thank you art class), and... well, whatever's in that tupperware container probably doesn't smell good once you crack it open]

[universale]

[ leo's sitting on the floor now, having pushed a table away to make room. there are a bunch of papers spread everywhere and books open and he's scribbling on the papers with great flourish in some strange, illegible, backwards handwriting.

whatever he's drawing though, looks to be some sort of machine. or maybe it's a bird.

it's kind of hard to tell. ]

[foolreversed]

[UGHHH even for someone like him who studies all the time HE CAN'T KEEP STUDYING NON STOP!!

breaking out the comics fuck it]

5 P.M.

[hellshaped]

[Say goodbye to the friends you've made and DON'T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME]