thirty-one detention slips

[delincuente]

[Enjoy a nice splatter of spray paint splatter across your journals on this fine morning, Paradisa. Alex has been up all night decorating her bedroom walls - a big mural of the NYC skyline, just like the smaller version she gave to Kurt for Christmas. She doesn't know quite what possessed her to re-do it right now, but in the going-on-two years she's been in Paradisa, she's never missed her home more.

She hopes that Kurt is safe back there right now. Peeta, too, in his own hometown. After all, it's Paradisa. Who knows if it sticks to its word and actually sends everyone back where they came from.

A bit muffled by the her face mask - ]

Stupid how it works. I mean, you sit in this dump for two years, never really watching a friend go home. Then, all of the sudden, half of them just up and get kicked out at the same time. It's, like, irony or something.

[It would be safe to infer from this bit of dialogue that Alex doesn't actually know the definition of "irony".]

... Has anyone ever tried setting the castle on fire? I could probably go for that right now.

((ooc: dated to about 6:00 AM on Sunday))

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[hard_talker]

[Mark sounds pretty groggy, but - well, it's not like he's gonna sleep well after running for his life from a Jabberwock]

We set a model of it on fire a few months ago. I wasn't sure if wishing up that much lighter fluid constituted asking for a weapon.

[he sighs]

Who's gone?

[delincuente]

You guys use it all up?

[She gives a bitter laugh, but there's no heart in it. She's been so lucky, not having to go through this. Failing to make friends here had its advantages.]

Kurt. And Peeta, awhile back, but I guess it's just kind of clicking.

[hard_talker]

No, we could totally get more. Why, you wanna torch somethin'? Might make you feel better.

... Damn. They were both decent guys, too. Sounded like they had rough shit to go home to, on top of it.

[delincuente]

I don't know, that would probably be pretty stupid. Do castles even burn, anyway? I mean, they're made of like rock or something.

... Yeah, we'd probably get blown up or something in that freaky world Peeta got tossed back to.

[hard_talker]

[he's quiet for a second, thinking. she might still need to blow off some steam, or at least take her mind off of it. he knows that's what he'd want, anyway]

What about bowling?

[delincuente]

What about it?

[It takes her a moment to see where he's even going with that. Then, ]

Ah. I don't know, maybe it'd help.

[wagers]

I was reading the journal and I heard that people absolutely destroyed the castle one time! It came back like, the next day, but I'm pretty sure it was cathartic!

[delincuente]

Well I don't know what cathartic means, but that sounds pretty satisfying. How'd they do it?

[wagers]

If I remember correctly, some people blew parts of it up! Shot some stuff toward it, just decimated the damn thing! One person even went so far as to throw a shoe at it. It sure showed the castle!

[Sigh!] In any case, everyone was just really fed up.

[delincuente]

Yeah? I bet that shoe tipped it over the edge.

[A dry little chuckle.]

You'd think people would try that more often.

dictated and filtered to be polite!

[heirofficium]

Who's gone, luv...?

[ Awwww he sounds groggy. He's still concerned though; he woke up to her voice, and it's not like he's gonna just go back to bed after hearing her sounding so down. ]

[delincuente]

[She lamely gives a little shrug, which of course he can't hear. Being upset doesn't fit her. It feels awkward.]

Just a couple of friends. I mean, it's no big deal. Happens all the time.

[heirofficium]

Wait, which ones--

[ He sounds a little more awake now, and the soft noise of flipping pages can be heard as he leafs through the journal for names.

His disappointed groan is quiet. ]

Rapunzel's gone too, then... You know, you sound pretty unhappy for something that 'happens all the time'.

[delincuente]

Rapunzel and Kurt, on the same day.

[She blows out a grouchy huff of air.]

Yeah, well, it's not like it's fun or something.

[heirofficium]

Rapunzel was the first person to ever talk to me here... That's terrible.

[ He chuckles mirthlessly. ]

I'd think it shouldn't be. What are you doing later?

Written.

[jimfromit]

Set fire to the castle?

But we might upset the health and safety department!

;dictated

[delincuente]

[You're getting an extra spray of paint, dude.]

Then we can set them on fire, too.

Written

[jimfromit]

[He actually kind of likes it...freak that he is.]

You know I think I missed the great tales of old where arson was a sure fire way to mend a broken heart.

[delincuente]

Hey, I never said I was trying to mend anything. Maybe I'm just sick of looking at this place.

[jimfromit]

So you're saying your not broken hearted by your friends leaving?

How cold!

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora steps in the paint and leaves tiny fairy foot prints across the journal]

Shit... who left?

And if you wanna set the castle on fire I'll help.

[delincuente]

Kurt, and Rapunzel. Same day and everything.

[The footprints are like pretty much really cute, and if Alex wasn't Alex she'd say so.]

Someone said it would pretty much pop right back into place, though. Probably not worth it.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Fuck... I talked to Kurt once... Rapunzel's come and gone twice since I've been here. [She sighs]

Yeah... Like Mark told you we burned it in effigy once but that's not the same...

[delincuente]

Kurt was pretty cool. I painted him something for Christmas. Guess the castle swallowed it up, or whatever.

[The grumpy frown is nearly audible.]

Yeah, that's totally not the same. Anything ending in less than total destruction would be way too nice.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Agreed.

So what should we do, instead? We gotta do something