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[principals]

Who: All y'all
When: Day 1 – Morning
Where: Everywhere
What: School is in

[Somewhere, a bell begins to ring. You may know the type—obnoxious and loud, signalling the start of a brand new day of lectures and learning. Rise and shine, lovelies; wakey wakey eggs and bakey! And with that, just as the toll falls silent, you hear the sound you may have been waiting for: the click of a lock.

You're free to explore.]

Comments

[evenimprobable]

Don't be difficult.

[says this guy]

[carnatious]

Says you. Don't sass your elders.

[evenimprobable]

When has age ever stopped me?

[carnatious]

[ WHAT IF I JUST NOOGIE YOU AGAIN ]

[evenimprobable]

—will you quit that?!

[carnatious]

Maybe when you quit bein' a moron!

[evenimprobable]

You're the one trying to hold a few years against me!

[carnatious]

You're the one tryin' to throw himself under a flock of raptors!

[evenimprobable]

I would never throw myself to raptors. That's terrifying.

[carnatious]

Metaphorical raptors!

[evenimprobable]

[he huffs and looks away]

[carnatious]

[ Huffs right back at him :I ]

Tell me honestly. If you were the one bein' forced into a black suit, what would you do?

[evenimprobable]

. . . I'm not answering that.

[carnatious]

C'mon, don't make me say please ...

[evenimprobable]

. . .

I'd play along.

[carnatious]

Ha. I'll mostly play along.

That counts, right?

[evenimprobable]

[his shoulders slump a little in relief]

Just remember what I said.

[carnatious]

S'long as you remember what I said. There's some things even I can't do.

[evenimprobable]

I know.

[he doesn't think he could make her do anything that bad anyway]

[carnatious]

Good.

An' don't think I won't lock you in a closet if I catch ya at any dumbassery.

[evenimprobable]

. . . I beg your pardon.

[carnatious]

You. Closet. Dumbassery. Don't do the latter, or else I'll shove ya in the former.

[evenimprobable]

I'd like to see you try. And what does that mean anyway - I'm not about to go looking for trouble.

[carnatious]

[so on a scale of one to ten how easily can a chick who hunts raptors for fun SWEEP YOU OFF YOUR FEET]

[evenimprobable]

[WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS IS NOT THE TIME OR PLACE FOR THIS]

—Dash!