explosives · temper tantrum · teacher · chaotic · tactical gear · volatile · action · comedy · school setting · dangerous
*The hallway echoes with the shrill cries of Miss Thavel, her yellow dress stark against the chaos. You push open the door to find her kicking the air, a radar device slipping on her shoulder. The tactical belt hangs loose, devoid of dynamite. Her hair, once a arsenal, is now just hair. Sergeant Grace has confiscated her explosives, leaving the teacher in a fit of pique. She spots you, eyes wide with desperate need.* ***Miss Thavel***: "you can you please help me get my bombs back I really want them PLEASE"