Let's go back to school

[interjection]

 

HIGH SCHOOL AU MEME

✐RULES
• Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom.
• They are now a part of Alternate Universe High! Student, teacher, janitor, what-have-you, you can decide on the spot or vary with your threads.
• Optionally roll the rng for a number between 1 and 12. This will be your prompt for your thread, though you are more than welcome to do whatever you want with things!
• Have fun!

✐LIST
⑴ Before Class | Need to copy that smart kid's homework? Or maybe you want to surprise that certain someone with something on their desk! Either way, the bells have yet to ring, so you have free reign!

⑵ During Class | Time to listen and pay attention! ... Or you can text and pass notes or whatever. Just don't get caught!

⑶ Lunchtime | ... Oh, gross, cafeteria food. Sounds like the prime time for a food fight! Or perhaps you were hoping for something more peaceful?

⑷ After School | Extracurriculars! Are you part of a school club? A sports team? Study session? Procrastination? The possibilities are endless!

⑸ Detention | For whatever you did (or didn't) do, you now have to serve some time for the school. Have fun with that.

⑹ Holiday/Break | The countdown begins! Is Halloween fast approaching? Are you excited for the summer sun? Or are you absolutely pumped for that week-long break? Suddenly, it seems as if nothing will get done...

⑺ Prom/Homecoming/school dance | DRESS TUXEDO CORSAGE LIMOUSINE DATE-- prepare to freak out until the event! Because it is SUPER IMPORTANT!

⑻ Teacher&Student | Need homework help? Or perhaps you just need a voice of someone that isn't your friend. Either way, it's time to explore this dynamic

⑼ Drama Drama Drama | HE SAID THAT SHE SAID THAT HE CHEATED ON HER FOR HIM WHO IS ACTUALLY STRAIGHT FOR THE GIRL WHO IS A LESBIAN AND DOING STUFF WITH THE PRESIDENT

⑽ Fight Fight Fight | FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

⑾ Spirit Week | Do you have enough school pride to dress like Lady Gaga (or whatever) during Spirit Week?

⑿ High School Romance | So much doki. Sooooo much doki. Do you want to confess? Ask someone out for a date? Or something else entirely? Just don't do too much PDA!

(original here)

Comments

[whatyoulike]

[Not the type of experiment I prefer, no.

A pause, tapping her nails against the desk.

I'll come.]

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

[Good.

Then.

Bring an umbrella or long stick.]

[whatyoulike]

[An odd request, but she keeps an umbrella in her locker so it won't be an issue.

Where do we meet?]

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

[In the parking lot. Now.

Because Sherlock is patient as ever.]

[whatyoulike]

[The biggest fucking eyeroll as she slips her phone back into her purse. Boys. Then she gathers her things and walks to the front of the class to murmur something to the teacher—who blinks rapidly, clearly taken aback by whatever she said, and excuses her—before exiting.

Minutes later she's strolling out into the parking lot, an umbrella slung over her arm by its curved handle.]

Let's go. I have a voice lesson after school, can't be late.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Don't be boring.

[He's behind the wheel of a car. Whose? Good question. But he seems to know what he's doing.]

[whatyoulike]

[Her raised brows serve double duty as a reaction to the car and his words.]

Don't be jealous.

[She opens the door on the passenger's side and slides in, adjusting the umbrella so it lays flat across her lap. No seatbelt. Quite the little delinquents, aren't they.]

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

[He starts driving.]

Jealous? I'm disdainful.

[whatyoulike]

[Sideways glance under her lashes.]

Yes, of the fact that I have plans which supersede joyriding with you.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

And corpse theft. And possibly alcohol and e, if you're very bored.

[Highschool were not his best years.]

[whatyoulike]

[Admittedly, that does sound like more fun than practicing her arietta for the umpteenth time. It's not that she's terribly dedicated to her music—that's her parents' dream for her more than her own—but playing the good girl and attending her lessons nets her a fair amount of freedom with respect to the rest of her time. They never suspect a thing when she goes out nights as long as she keeps her grades up and sings like a bird.]

Oh, is that all?

[She studies her nails as if bored already, though her heart is beating faster at the prospect of mischief.]

—What are you planning to do with the corpse, by the way? You said experiments.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

I was finishing up a series of experiments on skin pigmentation post mortem, but I think I'd like to start a new one on the comparatively brittle nature of bones exposed to different environmental conditions. If we can get a human hand, that should suffice.

You can wait in the car, if it's too alarming for you.

[whatyoulike]

So this isn't just a one-time thing. You do this a lot.

[Hard to tell if she's judging.]

No, I'll come. I'm curious. I've never seen the inside of a morgue except on telly.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Oh, all the time. They leave out parts for me, so I don't take anything important.

[Cheerful.]

[whatyoulike]

[Oddly enough, something about that makes her smile.]

Like milk for a stray.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

They think I'm a local medical student.

[Happily.]

[whatyoulike]

And they didn't check? Terrible security.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Dreadful, really.

[Parking out back.]

Best not push our luck, though.

[whatyoulike]

[She barely waits for the car to come to a stop before she pops the door.]

If anyone asks, I'll just say I'm your girlfriend and you dragged me along.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Will they believe that?

[Curious, climbing out.]

[whatyoulike]

I'll make it convincing.

[Waiting by the boot of the car for him to lead the way. The umbrella is safely tucked under her arm.]

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

[He strides ahead, smiling as she brings it.

The external door is easy to break through, you just need a code. The second one, he holds out his hand for her umbrella.]

This is an exit, technically.

[whatyoulike]

[She passes it over without hesitation.]

Is there going to be an alarm?

[Curious, not concerned. It stands to reason, since he's done this before, that there won't be—or, if there is, that he knows how to shut it off—but it doesn't hurt to prepare.]

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

No, but a door that has to be opened by the top lever.

[No handle, but one of those metal industrial hitches on the right hand side to keep it from slamming shit. He reaches out for the umbrella.]

[whatyoulike]

[And now it makes sense, she thinks, handing it to him without further comment.]