Daybreak #1: Conflicts in Campus Wide Integration

==Greendale Cafeteria==

 

Day 2

 

As the study group looked for a table, they spotted Chuck, Blake and Flannegan sitting together, each sat at opposite ends of the table. As Annie moved towards them, Jeff raised an arm forward to block her.

 

"Don't sit with them," he warned, as she caught Chuck's eye. He smiled, and waved over at them warmly.

 

"Well, I'm going to sit with them," Britta announced, as Annie and Shirley followed suit.

 

"Oh, come on- Don't- I specifically said don't..." Jeff mumbled, as the girls sat beside Chuck and Flannegan. Chuck waved at them cheerily, and went back to eating his sandwich.

 

As Mayo entered, he paused, and made a 180 degree turn away from the group, sitting at the far end of the hall instead.

 

"Why's he not sitting with us?" Britta asked.

 

Chuck ran his hand through his hair, struggling to think of an acceptable explanation. "Oh, that's Mayo's- he's well-" he fumbled.

 

"Simple. He's simple. Doesn't gel with us, at all," Blake nodded firmly.

 

"Arkham was tough on him," Chuck continued. "Tough on all of us, I guess, but he's the Condiment King. That doesn't exactly inspire a lot of respect. Or, um, any."

 

"Wait, he was in Arkham City?" Britta interjected.

 

Chuck's eyes widened, as he noted his mistake. "No, I- I mean-" he stuttered.

 

"Wait here," she instructed the others, as she got up and walked off towards him.

 

"Yeah, it's terrible, you know I was in Arkham City too-" Blake called after her, stirring his milkshake with his straw absent mindedly. Before he could say anything damning however, Chuck swiftly kicked him under the table.

 

"Oh, boohoo!" Flannegan yelled back loudly. "I lived in the sewers!"

 

The group glared at Flannegan.

 

"Yeah, but that's, like, a lifestyle choice," Blake replied sternly.

 

"I know," Flannegan said defensively, as he licked his plate of squeezy cheese clean. "But while we're sharing-"

 

~

 

"I protested Arkham City, you know," Britta began, patting Mayo on the shoulder. He looked up from his pasta, and smiled uneasily.

 

"Oh, well. That's good," he nodded.

 

Britta nodded. "Savages. Screw the government. We the people have the right to rule ourselves."

 

Mayo shifted uncomfortably, before standing to his feet. "Cool. Yeah, that's good. I'm just gonna get an orange juice from the cafeteria. I hope there's... pulp," he said unconvincingly, before running out the building.

 

~

 

Abed stood above Chuck, a tray laden with buttered noodles in his hand. His best friend, Troy, slid in beside Blake.

 

"I've made a decision, and I'm willing to see how this goes," Abed announced to Chuck.

 

"That's great, buddy," he smiled back.

 

"But there are some things you should know first," he declared, leaning in beside him.

 

"Hey, you're not eating?" Troy asked, glancing at Blake's empty tray.

 

"Nah, there, uh, was a monkey raking through the salad bowl," Blake said, a little unsure of himself.

 

"Oh, that's Annie's Boobs," Troy said proudly, a smile on his face. "I named him after-"

 

He gestured over to Annie. Blake waved at her and proceeded to eye her up and down. As she adjusted her blouse, he turned back to Troy and nodded in approval. "You'll go far kid."

 

"Thanks," he replied, blushing slightly.

 

"Hey! What the hell is this?" a voice yelled out indignantly.

 

Blake spun around. Looking at them, was an older man in his late sixties- Pierce, the last member of the study group. "Oh, hi, I was just teaching Troy how to... Fish," Blake began.

 

"Come on, you think I don't know a Booty Band when I see one?" Pierce said suspiciously.

 

Blake paused. "We prefer the term Pussy Patrol."

 

"No, we do not," Troy muttered behind him.

 

"Gah!" Pierce exclaimed. "You lot never invite me to anything! What, you think that just because I'm a little older-"

 

"- A lot older-" Blake noted.

 

"-I can't pick up chicks? I'm twice the ladies man you two geeks are. I banged Eartha Kitt."

 

Blake raised an eyebrow. "When?"

 

...

 

"I dunno, when she was hot, I guess. So can I join in?"

 

Blake looked at Pierce, then placed his hand on Troy's shoulder. "Troy. Sidebar."

His voice lowered. "What's his game like?" he asked, looking over his shoulder.

 

Troy shrugged. "He's rich?"

 

Blake shook his head. "Not gonna work for me, I like to hunt."

 

"Awesome. And a little gross."

 

"The answer is no, old man," Blake snarled, turning back to Pierce. "And, for your information, Eartha Kitt was always hot."

 

"Screw you guys, I'll make my own Pussy Patrol," he scowled back.

 

"Ew," Blake winced, yelling after him. "You make it sound gross! It doesn't work without the double entendre!"

 

"I'd watch yourself around Pierce, Blake," Abed interjected, soda in hand. "He's a serial rapist."

 

"Please," Blake said, puffing his chest out. "I was possessed by one."

 

Troy and Abed looked over at him. "In Dungeons and Dragons?"

 

Blake paused, as he mulled it over. "Yes."

 

"There's something off about those guys," Jeff shook his head, as he observed the Misfits.

 

"Hm?" Annie asked distractedly.

 

"I'm just saying. Don't you think there's something off about them?" Jeff asked.

 

"Oh. Maybe," she said, in an effort to protect Jeff's feelings.

 

==Study Room F==

 

Day 3

 

"What the Dekk..."

 

Blake looked up from the table. Dressed in a multicoloured, patchwork robe, and looking very much like Crazy Quilt, was the Dean.

 

As Jeff waited expectantly for the Dean to clutch his shoulder, he instead strutted past him, and grabbed Chuck's instead.

 

"Ladies, Gentlemen, Britta, in partnership with Lloyd Webber Andrews, Greendale is offering up tickets to see Joseph and his Technicolour Dean-Coat, live-! At the Greendale sound stage," he announced, trailing off.

 

"Dean, do you mean Andrew Lloyd Webber?" Shirley asked in a sing-song, yet condescending tone.

 

"No, I do not. It's Greendale, Shirley, get some perspective," the Dean said, as he walked off.

 

"Does he, uh, do this often?" Chuck whispered, gesturing to the colourful costume.

 

Collectively, the group bit their lips, and nodded forlornly.

 

===The Trailer===

 

Day 4

 

"So? What about Kuttler?" Drury inquired.

 

"Weeeell, it's complicated," Chuck admitted. "We talked to him after class, but he wanted nothing to do with us. Partly because of that business in Nanda Parbat, partly because we're kinda parked in his space. Since then, he's taken to locking his door between lectures, so we can't even reach him now."

 

"Ah, you'll get through to him, I know it," Drury said assuredly. "Are the dorms serving you alright, at least?" he asked.

 

"Oh, we don't get much sleep," Chuck chuckled slyly.

 

"Don't tell me you're having sex?" Drury asked apprehensively.

 

"Oho, far from it!" Mayo declared, nudging Chuck proudly. "We made a blanket fort!"

 

"Are you five?" Gar tutted, lowering his laptop. "You said you were hanging out with a couple of students?" he continued. "You think they're clean?"

 

"I don't think they're Carsons in disguise, if that's what you're asking," Chuck said.

 

"Look, I say stick with them," Drury nodded. "Might be good to have someone who knows the lay of the land. Someone to help point out the tropes, clichés, etcetera... While you're at it, be sure to find out their stances on crass humour, farcical violence, GLOW too. That one's particular important to me, as you well know."

 

"Yes, don't we all..." Reardon muttered.

 

"What was that?" Drury spun around.

 

"No, yeah," he nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

 

Chuck shifted around in his seat uneasily. "Yeah, I don't think that's a good idea, Drury. I- Well, we had a slip-up on Tuesday that nearly blew our cover. I don't think it's all that smart to-"

 

"My-oh-my, what a cute couple!" a familiar voice bellowed outside.

 

Concerned, The Misfits peered out the window. Flannegan had cornered a pair of students, his eyes red and bloodshot. "Walk in front of me again, and I'll ram your cute faces into a fuse box. I've done it to twelve pensioners, I'm not stopping because you're young," Flannegan called out, as he climbed into the trailer. "Fuck!"

 

"Having fun, Otis?" Rigger asked, smiling slightly.

 

"You, can shut up and all. First things first, Pandemic Awareness class isn't about preventing pandemics, it's about causing them."

 

"You knew what you were getting into," Chuck said, turning to Drury. "Did you know that Hellfern's the teacher?"

 

Otis continued, scowling. "Badass Class ain't about badasses either, it's some perverted seminar on flat butts."

 

"Oh, no," Rigger said, shaking his head. "I actually read about that one. It's spelled "Bad Ass class," with a space in-between. Totally on you."

 

"'Course that's the one you look up," Lynns tutted.

 

"And worst!" Flannegan finished, slamming his bag onto the table, "The Dean's a bald Dekker. Fucker won't let go of my abs."

 

"Otis, that was me," Chuck corrected him.

 

"What abs?" Blake chuckled, standing in the doorway.

 

"And where are my pens?!" Otis snapped at him, as he searched through his bag feverishly.

 

"What, you mean the pens you stole from Kuttler?" Blake asked, bemused.

 

"The pens I liberated from Kuttler. Five second rule, asshole. Where are they? God, I bet those fuckers took 'em," he exclaimed, as he bolted out the door.

 

"Oh, no." Chuck groaned. "Otis! Otis, it's not worth it man."

 

The Misfits all turned to face Chuck, their faces eyeing him up suspiciously.

 

"What?" Chuck sighed, as he pulled the pen out of his back pocket. For a moment, he just stared at it, horrified.

 

"You stole Flannegan's pens?" Gar asked, sounding ever so slightly impressed.

 

"Well, I didn't think he'd miss one," he called out, as he slid the pen into Drury's hanging jacket, and rushed after Flannegan, Blake joining him.

 

As Drury eyes followed the pair out of the room he groaned. "Ah, crap."

 

"What?" Gar asked.

 

"We just became the B-Plot."

 

==Study Room F==

 

"Hey, dickheads!" Flannegan bellowed, kicking the door aside.

 

"Or hello, as people used to say," Jeff retorted sarcastically, texting on his phone disinterestedly.

 

"Shut it, Hammerhead!"

 

Flannegan flung the papers off the desk, enraged. Annie immediately began reorganising them. Next, he leapt onto the table, to the study group's horror. "Where's my pen? Where's my pen? Where's my fucking pen?"

 

Abed looked up at him, inspired. "Oh. We're swearing now? I really hope they censor that in the edit."

 

"Otis, calm down... The monkey probably took it," Jeff sighed, not looking up from his phone.

 

"He has a name you know," Troy mumbled.

 

"We all know," the group answered back, exasperated.

 

Pierce looked over at Jeff, and frowned. "Hey, I want to find the pen as much as anyone, but let's not bring race into it."

 

The group turned to him next, disgusted. "... We didn't."

 

As Flannegan went for his knife, the door flung open.

 

"Oh, Otis, there you are!" Chuck coughed, out of breath. "Let's all just take a breather, don't stab anyone and- Blake," he instructed.

 

He snapped his fingers, and Blake jumped on the table, wrapped his arms around Flannegan's waist, and lifted him up off the ground.

 

"He's fine most days, I swear," Chuck swallowed.

 

"I'll kill all of you!" Flannegan twitched maniacally.

 

"Oh, you..." Blake chuckled, as he pulled him off of the table with a surprising amount of ease.

 

"Hah! Bad case of the Mondays, that's all" Chuck laughed nervously, as he and Blake dragged Otis from the room, still screaming.

 

"It's Thursday," Shirley stated.

 

Chuck pondered this. "It's a really bad case."

 

Done