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Today's gem from the archives & archivists ML
Regarding recent conversation topics (over the holiday week, I believe, though the poster may have been on vacation for a bit longer than that) on the list:

    Well children, I'm pleased to discover that you have spent your time in detention writing some very interesting essays. Your works on the cross-border skirmishes in North America was commendable 9/10 a very good effort. For the potted histories of naval conflict 8/10. The book recommendations 8/10. The geography of Europe/UK/Wales.....hmm, a lowly 4/10, but some did do well - room for some improvement. Your personal observations on the Welsh people/history/scenery 10/10 - a gold star. However, I am not impressed with your continual bickering - STOP IT NOW. Flynn.....I'll deal with you later.


2003-07-07 08:43 am (UTC) (Link)

*blinks, blinks* *laughs*


2003-07-07 08:53 am (UTC) (Link)

I don't read most of the messages from the list -- which is a professional one, more or less -- but I'll pop open the occasional one with an interesting subject. This one was "Detention."


2003-07-07 08:56 am (UTC) (Link)

*amused* wonder why that one caught your eye.

ever get a bunny about fun with detention? (like above high school/over 18)


2003-07-07 09:08 am (UTC) (Link)

I had one about paying off library fines.... It snuck its way into Xander's head.



2003-07-07 09:11 am (UTC) (Link)

*amused* okay, will read it tonight. When I'm not at work. Where the page is blocked. *rolls eyes*


2003-07-07 09:16 am (UTC) (Link)

The excerpt in question, pretty much work-safe:

What was the question, again? Oh yeah. What was he being punished for.

"Overdue book?" he offered wildly.

Twin chuckles, though Spike's was strained. "When did you ever check one out in the first place?" Giles asked.

He hadn't. But he'd thought about it. Every so often. In one of those fantasies that Anya and Spike were *both* dead if they repeated. Checking out something vaguely valuable monetarily, but not in a demon-hunting sense, and strolling back into the library three weeks later, claiming to have lost it. And of course, he hardly had the money to pay for it, and the little rat-principal was just waiting for a chance to haul him into a detention room that made the Breakfast Club look like a slumber party at Buffy's, by comparison. Couldn't Giles think of *anything* he could do to make up for it?

Not that he ever would have done it. Not that he didn't know Giles would never have taken him up on the offer, even if he hadn't been underaged, even if one or both of them hadn't spontaneously combusted while he was getting the words out. That wasn't the point; it was a *fantasy*. One which Giles might even accept in place of whatever he'd *really* done wrong, if Xander could manage to spit the words out now. "Um...they were kind of..." But Xander's vocabulary had gone off to Giles's office in the library -- watching Xander stand in front of the desk, hands in pockets, scraping the floor with the toe of his tennis shoe -- and couldn't be reached for comment.

"Imaginary library books," a grinning, too-knowing husband supplied for him, explaining no further.



2003-07-07 09:27 am (UTC) (Link)

oooh. *grins* thanks!

*purrs* love the fantasy. Heh love the "Anya and Spike were *both* dead if they repeated" bit.