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The Improbable Dram: Space Cases of the FUTURE!!!!
the first day of second semester: IN DETENTION!!!! [CLOSED] 
23rd-Jan-2007 01:42 am
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Characters: Everyone who's anyone. Meaning the kiddos and the teacher(s, possibly.)
Content: For being such losahs, they get to be in remedial classes. And there they will be. Like the Breakfast Club! Kind of.
Setting: The classroom.
Time: Morning.
Warning: Nothing so far...

Dr. Flaggle-floo took a look around the classroom. It was not a good start to her morning. She didn't particularly want to be stuck in this classroom with the delinquents of Starcademy for who knows how long it would take them to become functioning students. Days? Months? No one could say. But oh well. Duty was duty. And this was hers. It takes a village to raise a child! And one badass Dr. Flaggle-floo to whip a few kids into shape. That was how she looked at it, anyway.

She got up from her desk and gave the students a very teacher-y look that said "I am about to address the classroom now, so sit down and shut up." Then she spoke.

"Hello, class. I am Dr. Flaggle-floo, and you are all here because you failed all of your classes last semester. I don't care about how or why that happened, I care about getting you all back on the right track so you don't flunk out. Because everyone is a special delicate flower. And you four just need extra time to blossom. Let's see... we have Snorlax Band from Earth; Misa 164 from Andromeda; Trenton Gansley from Earth, and Selyna from... it doesn't say. Ugh. How bothersome. Anyway, is that all of you?"
24th-Jan-2007 06:32 am (UTC)
"Now isn't the time to play games! We are all here together for a reason and just because you don't think that what we're supposed to do has a purpose doesn't mean we can just all just drop it! If it didn't have a purpose, it wouldn't have been assigned! I'm going to do my work and I really think you all should, too! Just think, if we were Stardogs and had stations on a spaceship and no one did their job, everyone would die! You should think of it like that!" Her tirade finished, Misa dug through her bag for her school supplies and made a show of placing her things on her desk.

"My name is Misa," she dictated aloud as she wrote, "and...um..I am myself. Whoever that is." She went silent, looking at her desk as though it had betrayed her. "The group next door gets to talk about xenobiology. Lucky."
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