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Saturday Morning, Before Detention, Roaming the Streets of Town

"So," Max asked conversationally as he and Sam strolled jauntily through the town. "If we're running detention today, does that mean we get to detain people?" He jumped as high as he could, trying to snag Sam's hat.

Sam grabbed one of Max's ears and used that to fling his little buddy against a nearby building. "Now, Max," he said firmly. "This is a serious responsibility that has been given to us by the school. We must do our utmost at all times to compose ourselves as responsible authority figures." With that, Sam drew his gun. "Which means we absolutely need to detain students, by force if necessary. No one escapes the wrath of detention!"

If this involved firing wildly into crowds, so be it. You couldn't make omelets without smashing a few eggs, and somehow, freelance police work always involved smashed eggs.

It was a good thing that building was NPC-owned, because it now had an upside-down-rabbit-shaped dent in its brickwork. Max peeled himself away from the wall with a smile. "Goody! I was worried they'd all be pre-detained, and we'd just have to guard them. Where's the fun in THAT???"

"This isn't about fun," Sam said, putting his hands on is hips. "This is about educating the youth for the future, so that the next time we end up time-traveling to the 23rd century, it isn't a barren wasteland of lava, cream soda, and poisonous spider-monkeys. And so that they say they're very sorry for whatever they did wrong."

The students would probably be apologizing profusely for anything and everything within two hours. Sam and Max got results.

They were on the prowl, and Shambling Corporate Presence help any poor soul who got in their way.

(OOC: this post is for anyone who's in detention today and wants to be arrested by Sam and Max! OR anyone who isn't in detention today who wants to be harassed and/or manhandled by Sam and Max but then released again for incredibly spurious reasons! Obey the OCD! And awaaaaaaaaay we go!)

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You've been a bad, bad student, and now you have detention! Possibly just because Sam and Max spotted you on the streets and decided to arrest you.

Your day is about to suck pretty hard.

(Thread only for students in Detention today, please!)

Beat me, whip me, make me write bad checks! Sam and Max arrest you, but ultimately decide not to take you to detention. Possibly because you are a teacher or townie. Possibly because your name sounds too much like someone else's. Possibly for even stupider reasons.

(Thread for anyone who wants to join the catch-and-release program!)

After you've been arrested and handcuffed, you are tossed into a nearby rickshaw. Where you're going to sit and wait until your co-detainees are snagged, and then all of you will be dragged up to the school.

If any of you should like to bitch about your fate with one another, feel free to use this thread to do so.

... the DeSoto isn't a rickshaw, but Sam didn't have a "rickshaw" icon, so.

(For ze students, only if they want to!)

A happy place where Sam is naked!

... wait, how is that happy?!

It's happy for ME!!!

It was one of those Saturdays. One of those very, very rare Saturdays where Jonothon was going half-mad cooped up in his room, and he had to get out, stretch his legs. Appreciate the fresh air.

Yes, the fresh air that he couldn't breathe. He was airing himself out, damn it. It was entirely possible to work up a bit of an odour when your chest was on fire and you only had the one set of bandages.

He'd get around to remedying that. Eventually.

Momoko made her way slowly through town, enjoying the day and wishing she had brought her helicopter. It was a nice day for flying. She stopped, and pounded her fist in her palm as the idea occurred to her. "Oh, I know! When I'm finished shopping I'll go flying myself!"

The thought put a skip in her step; it had been a while since she'd gone for a joy-flight. "And I totally deserve it in return for all that homework that I still have to do for Defense class!"

Morgana was without child today, and since she didn't know how many days like that she'd get over the next two weeks, she was planning on enjoying herself while she could. A breakfast of muffins seemed like a wonderful way to start.

Oh, goody, this was the week Angela had her droid kid! Who still just wouldn't. stop. crying. She was trying to run errands in town, but it was a little difficult at the moment.

"If you stop this, I will make your father get you a pony," she promised. "When he has you. And only when he has you."

"Halt!"

And now, there was a six-foot-tall dog standing in front of Jono. Pointing a ridiculously long gun at him.

Don't worry, Jono! It's not l-- ... no, it's loaded. And the safety's off. Maybe you can go ahead and worry, then?

"Freelance Police," Sam said. "State your name and any known aliases. Even the really embarrassing ones."

"Excuse me, miss," Sam said cordially. As cordially as could be while waving a rather large gun, that was. Which was actually rather cordial, for that matter. "Have you seen any delinquents about this fine morning?"

"That's not ALL you deserve!!!" Max announced, as he bolted at her and launched himself at her ankles.

A short rabbity thing stepped in front of Angela and started bouncing up and down excitedly. "A baby! A baby!!! ... Can I eat him?"

... The really sad thing was, Jonothon had aliases.

He put his hands up, raising an eyebrow at the... dog? The dog that was pointing a gun at him. Righto, then.

//Jonothon Evan Starsmore,// he replied. //Jono for short.//

He left out 'Chamber,' for the time being. He didn't exactly broadcast these things to just any dog that wandered down the street threatening to shoot people.

//What seems t'be th'matter... Officer?//

Did the dog count as an officer of the law?

Now there was also a rabbity thing pointing a gun at him, from the other direction. "Well, don't just STAND there!!!" he demanded. "Answer him, or DIE!!!"

It should be noted that Max's brain didn't exactly work the way normal peoples' did. He was just incapable of hearing Jono.

...Either that, or he was just messing with him. One of the two.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek"

Momoko, bless her little superhero heart, screamed. In her defense, one didn't walk around on a brisk autumn day expecting talking rabbit-men-things to attack your feet. Not even in Fandom.

Girly ~~anime~~ instinct kicked in, and if he was attached to her ankles, so help her she was going to shake her leg and try to shake him off: "Aaaaaah! What are you doing?!"

Oh, God. This place.

"She's metal," Angela replied, which should not have been the primary reason for a short rabbity thing to not eat a baby, but here they were.

A dog and a rabbit. Jono was being terrorized by a dog and a rabbit. With guns.

He wanted to try to dismiss this, as he'd seen stranger. It wasn't exactly working, unfortunately. And so he looked at the dog. The dog with the gun. In the suit. And he raised an eyebrow, eloquently.

//Can he hear me?//

He was only asking because, well, the dog seemed saner. Marginally.

Lagomorphs! Max was totally a lagomorph. At least, that was what Max called himself, and who was going to argue with Max? Certainly not anybody who was fond of their limbs.

"Greetings," Sam said, pulling a gun on her. "I believe he's trying to arrest you. Were you breaking the law this morning?"

Most people were. Society was in a serious decline, these days.

"Oh, that's all right," Max reassured her. "I've got sharp teeth." He showed them to her.

Then he looked at her like she was putting one over on him. "Heyyyyyyyyy," he said slowly. "Do you have a PERMIT for that there baby?"

"Afraid not," Sam said. "Don't worry, little buddy, he's using telepathy. Telekinesis? I never remember which one that is."

Sam scratched at his temple with his gun while he mulled that over.

"You're not trying to hypnotize me or anything, are you?"

Sam had an anti-hypnosis helmet built right into his hat. But why let logic ruin a good train of thought?

I'm going to hope that's a general pro-nudity statement and not a tip of the hat to the slashers.

Because ow, my brain.

That would be Angela definitely taking a step back from the baby-eating rabbit with sharp teeth. Not for the baby's sake, but for hers. The baby was a robot, it could handle itself.

"Of course not. They gave it to me in class."

Morgana at the gun, trying to figure out whether or not it was real. "Uh, no? I can't say that I have."

//Not that I'm aware of,// Jono replied, dryly. //Why? If I started thinking, 'please, don't shoot me,' would it be likely to do me any good?//

He had his doubts.

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