[muffled meaningful song lyrics playing in the distance]

[crab]

WHO: all those who are participating in the student outreach program.
WHERE: chester miller secondary school.
WHEN: from tuesday 21st through to friday 24th.
WHAT: an open mingle log wherein heroes attempt to give pep talks and guidance to a school with a notably high concentration of at risk youth.
WARNINGS: discussion of potentially sensitive subjects (drugs, bullying, whatever comes to mind with the phrase "at risk youth"); specific warnings tbd.

Chester Miller Secondary School is a school with a bad reputation. The kind of school you don't particularly want to put on your resume. It is the general assumption in the community that most juvenile delinquents attend Chester Miller, most bullying occurs at Chester Miller, and that, in general, if you can afford another school, you should probably send your kids there. However, upon being admitted to the school grounds in order to fulfill their assignment, the heroes will find that it outwardly seems no different from any other public school. Exasperated teachers, bored students. The standard fare, really.

They will also be subject to quite a lot of judging, adolescent eyes for the duration of their stay. How will you go about reaching these kids?

Comments

[slightlyoffchilt]

Ahh! AH -- oh. [Chilton whipped around, his nervous exclamation extinguished once he registered Abel's face -- or, more truthfully, once he registered the face and then remembered that Abel still didn't know about murdering all his other psychiatrists.]

Abel! What are you doing here? The outreach program is for registered people only -- unless. [He folded his arms, mocking with a tilt of his head.] You're a student? Here?

[enabeled]

[ Gideon simply stood there, hands in his coat pockets -- not a thick coat, bearing in mind their location -- and responded to Chilton's outrage with a faint twitch of a smirk. It was lacking in humor. ]

That would be odd, now wouldn't it? No. I've graduated. [ It's a little more deadpan than usual, before he juts his chin out slightly and raises both his eyebrows. ] Today I'm your shadow.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I already have a shadow. I don't require another one. [Chilton shot him a withering look, thinking that Gideon was initially simply mocking his position. Following him around, just to mock him? Now that was a new low. What sort of demented, conniving individual would seek out a target simply to invest in--

Though that wasn't precisely Abel Gideon's modus operandi.]

Wait, are you really? That's your designated job, not community service -- but following me around?

[enabeled]

[ Smirk growing, Gideon stayed in position, tilting his head to the side as Chilton's understanding dawned. ]

Not a job, thankfully. Just for today. I'm supposed to learn by example, so I expect to see the master at work. Make sure you impress me.

[ He tilted his head in the other direction, raising both eyebrows and gesturing outwardly with one arm. ]

So -- shall we?

[slightlyoffchilt]

All right. [There was nothing secure or authoritative in his tonal inflection, but Chilton wasn't prepared to fight what the system had determined. So Abel Gideon was going to accompany him during the day, so what? There was no disputing his former patient's instructions, especially if it wrought ill from the government.

So this was unavoidable, fine.

What's the worst that could happen?]

But we're establishing foundational rules. You're not allowed to interrupt me, or undermine me.

[enabeled]

[ Gently and with amusement, he reminded Chilton of the obvious: ]

You aren't my doctor anymore. Can't tell me what to do.

[ He watched Chilton for another moment without speaking, eyes curiously alight even now. He felt out of place in a school and not entirely comfortable, but Chilton's discomfort lowered Gideon's own exponentially.

He came a step closer. ]

You of all people should know I'm a very well-behaved person. Well... I can be.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You can be? [He repeated, his tone submerged in doubt.] I haven't seen that for quite some time now. Your behavior so seemingly well.

[Chilton, however, turned heel -- disengaging the direct staredown as if such a thing couldn't be on his itinerary. His tight shoulder told a familiar story: he expected Gideon to simply follow.]

I want to address the students who have truancy issues. You could probably relate to that much.

[enabeled]

I was well-behaved for two years. I don't think one... minor transgression suggests that that be forgotten.

[ He tilted his head, smiling mildly and following as expected. Nothing else to do. ]

I hope you aren't expecting me to chime in.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I'm expecting the opposite, in fact. You're to sit and behave, and not because I'm asking you to do so. [Gideon already made it clear that such instruction would be ignored, if it came from his former doctor.] But because the government hardly needs much reason to consider you a danger to society. Especially if I felt it imperative to inform them of your minor transgressions.

[Plural.

Chilton knew of the deaths Gideon would cause, and he used the plurality as a reminder that he knew.]

[enabeled]

[ Gideon leered, saying nothing in immediate response but wanting to get his disdain across. Whatever Chilton was referring to, of course, Gideon was not fully privy to. How he hated that, having information held over his head with no ability to confirm. Where was Alana Bloom? ]

None of which were committed here, Frederick. You may have trouble convincing them when there's no urgency to the threat. [ Not that there might never be. But so far...

He changes the subject: ] Are you good with kids?