Highschool Never Ends

[a3stepnpc]

Characters: EVERYONE
When: Sunday 9/11 thru Saturday 9/17
Where: Everywhere around "campus"
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: Just an open log for the event

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[precursor_dax]

This was none of the above...it was a loud banging coming from a locker down the hall.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Sniper sighed and rubbed his temple with one hand before setting down his coffee mug and heading for the hallway.

"'ello?"

[precursor_dax]

There was no one in the hall but the banging persisted and if Sniper listened then he'd faintly hear someone ranting.

Care enough to find it?

[bye_to_yer_head]

He followed the sound of the banging and ranting down the hall. He wasn't sure if rescuing students from lockers actually fell into his job description, but seeing as no one was around he could make an exception.

Before opening the thing he leaned against one of the nearby lockers and smirked at it. "'avin' fun in there?"

[precursor_dax]

The noise stopped immediately. "Just open the locker! It's lunch an' I didn't get ta eat anything!" Daxter practically whined. He hadn't had breakfast either and he was hungry enough to brave even the lunch guy's food.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Sniper was half tempted to leave him in there, but somewhere deep down in that crotchety body of his he actually did have a heart. He flipped it open, looking down at the fuzzy creature trapped inside..

"Now what'd you do t' deserve that?"

[precursor_dax]

"Depending on the time of day, existing is enough," the Ottsel groused, hoping out of the locker. It was actually his own, which could be told by how untidy it was. Unlike everyone else, he couldn't carry more than one class period's stuff at a time.

"Thanks."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Not a problem, mate. This a regular occurance fer you?"

[precursor_dax]

"Not if Jak, ah, Mr. Mar's around. He doesn't put up with this kinda stuff bein' done ta anyone...especially me."

Obviously the social studies teacher wasn't around today to save him though.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Shame they don't make these things so they open from the inside." He looked at the inside of the locker door and the mechanism for a minute. "I could probably fix that."

[precursor_dax]

"Think so? I'm not bad with tools, but it's more for autoshop or taking the stuff down."

Perching ontop on the locker, he watches Sniper look it over.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Yeah. I'd need stuff I don't have on me, but I could get it to open from the inside." Save Daxter from getting stuck in lockers and save Sniper from ruining his coffee break saving him, all at once!

He'd always been too tall to get shoved in lockers, but he got picked on plenty when he was younger, he can sympathize.

[precursor_dax]

"Yeah? Well ya got me loose, so I won't ask ya to do it on the spot since it's lunchtime anyway."

Daxter was unpopular to most people, which made him try harder to stand out.

"I can come back after an' see about helping or somethin' though."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"An' my coffee's gettin' cold." He smirked and swung the locker closed. "Go 'ave lunch. Don't eat whatever it is th' Doc's servin'."

Otherwise he might not need to worry about fixing that locker.

[precursor_dax]

"So it's true that ya have ta have a cast iron stomach for that?"

Daxter hopped down to the floor and smoothed back his ears. "Think I'll pester Jak for a vending machine lunch then."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"That'd be helpful. Or the ability to regenerate parts 'f you."