justbeingbay | Carlton School, Kansas City, Mo., Wednesday Evening

So far, Bay's brilliant plan to take Gert home with her to deflect questions and ease any lingering tension had worked perfectly. Kathryn had fussed over the purple-haired girl, which made Toby sympathetic, and now he was Gert's temporary best friend. And Gert had actually seemed kind of impressed by the stuff in Bay's studio, which was always a fantastic boost to her fragile artist ego. Daphne and Emmett seemed pretty upset about Carlton closing, which made Bay feel bad, but there were still a couple weeks in the school year, right? Plenty of time to figure something out.

So now all Bay and Gert had to do was get through Romeo & Juliet, see Angelo and Lana ... and then head back to the island of weird. Bay could do that in her sleep.

Everything was going perfectly right up to the balcony scene, when Bay noticed Daphne looked stricken before seeming to glance her way. She turned to the back of the theater, where Travis seemed equally stricken.

There was clearly nothing to do but go talk to him. Bay excused herself and went up the aisle.

//What's going on?//, she signed.

//Nothing.//

And this was why Bay had never particularly cared for Travis. Being lied to sucked. //I know you guys are planning something. What is it?//

Travis reluctantly explained the plan: The students were going to take over the Carlton building to force the administration to keep it open. But, he noted, //We're not taking over anything if we don't get rid of the security guard.//

They needed a distraction to get everyone's attention away from building security, Bay knew -- but what? It was practically fate that the fire alarm was right in her line of sight. She felt kind of horrible about it -- all of Kathryn's hard work, gone -- but she went over to pull it.

Lights started to flash in a silent alarm, and then there was chaos. Bay scrambled through the crowd to grab Gert's hand and then scrambled outside the theater and toward the school along with everybody else.

"I'll explain later," she whispered.

[OOC: NFB. For the girl with purple hair only.]

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//You can't even sign,// Natalie put in, bristling. She was open to the idea of hearing kids at Carlton in theory, if they were willing to acclimate. But Gert's attitude was a bit much for her to take from some hearing girl she didn't even know. //No one asked for your help.//

From where he'd been watching the conversation, Noah raised a hand. "I'm hard of hearing," he pointed out. "How deaf are you guys going to say is deaf enough?"

"I would if I went to this school," Gert grumbled back, but she left it at that -- she didn't want to go to Carlton, so all of this was a little pointless, even if she thought they were wrong. She sank back into the couch as the argument continued, occasionally shooting eye-rolls Bay's way as people signed over each other and generally made the argument harder and harder to resolve.

After a while, Bay stopped doing quite as much interpreting and just curled into her seat. For one, it had turned into the kind of conversation where people just repeated themselves endlessly, and she figured Gert got the gist of it; for another, she kept getting more and more hurt and irritated that Daphne wasn't really standing up for the hearing kids.

A few people got pissed off at Daphne, claimed their phones and walked out just before Bay heard the noise. A distant wail, but getting louder and louder and --

She went over to the window and tore off a TAKE BACK CARLTON flier that had been pasted there to block the view of outsiders. Her eyes widened at what she saw, and she turned back to the group hesitantly.

"...It's the police."

Gert, peering out the window right beside Bay, crossed her arms. "Of course it is." Because a bunch of kids had shut themselves up in a building whose entire purpose was to enforce adult authority over teenagers. It was only a matter of time before they sent in the adults to restore the annoying, repressive equilibrium.

...As always, Gert took this stuff way too seriously.

She turned away from the window. "Plan?" she asked. "Let me guess, we keep them out because they're hearing too?" Now that was unnecessary.

Travis flipped her off, which wasn't helpful but at least needed no interpretation.

//We resist,// Natalie said, looking to Daphne and Emmett for approval. //We sit down and don't move. Make them drag us out.//

//Like Gandhi,// Daphne agreed, and sat down cross-legged. //Good idea.//

Natalie preened.

Bay took a seat on the floor next to her sort-of-sister. She wasn't any fonder of kids being kicked out of their own school than anyone else; at this point, she was in with the Carlton kids to the end.

//This will make for great photos,// she observed -- just before the first set of cops came in and started to lift Emmett away.

Well. This was gonna be... something.

Gert sat and waited for the cops to get to her, only pausing to remark dryly to Bay, "Maybe I should've brought Old Lace after all."

Then there was a cop hauling her up by under her arms, and she got distracted. "Hey! Gentle."

"Ouch!" And now Bay was getting hauled off too. Fun. THe media attention wasn't all for nothing; the press as there to take photos of the kids being removed, with one especially bright reporter barking questions at Emmett.

"Um, you know he's deaf, right?" she asked.

"But you aren't," the man returned, undaunted. "If you can hear, what were you doing in there?"

"Same thing as everyone else. Protesting the closing of the best school that I know about." (Sorry, Fandom.)

"Can I quote you on that?"

"Sure. Bay Kennish. Ow, my underarms."

"Badass!" Gert called approvingly from not too far away. She didn't know what she could say to the press that wouldn't come off as unknowledgable, but she liked Bay's style.

Carlton School, Kansas City, Mo., Wednesday Evening

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