Log: Finn & Mike Blackout
Who: Finn & Mike
When: Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Where: WHMS hallway
What: Blackout
Mike blinked. He was...on the floor? What was he doing on the floor? He didn’t remember laying down on the floor. There was no reason for him to be laying down on the floor, voluntary or otherwise. There were things on the floor. Dirty things. Slushies. Other things. With a small cry of alarm, he shot up, pulling himself to a sitting position with his back against the lockers. Frantically, his hands were everywhere, feeling every part of his body. After a minute or so, he had finally determined he was mostly substance-free. His pants and shirt might be a little dusty but he could live with that.
What the hell was going on? Why was his body sore? Was he asleep? Did he fall asleep in class and fall out of his desk. That would be embarrassing. Opening his eyes, Finn looked up at the ceiling. Not his classroom. Hallway. What the hell? Close by, he heard someone frantically moving around, so he looked over. “Mike Chang?” Finn squinted, confused. He knew Mike from football... he was a quiet dude. Why were they both on the floor?
Mike’s head whipped around at the sound of his name. Right. He was in the hallway and there was probably someone with him. And, from the looks of it, that someone was Finn. “Finn Hudson?”
“What the hell man?” Finn pushed himself up. “What happened? Did we get jumped?” Finn was trying to clear out his muddy brain, figure out the last thing he remembered.
Did they? He wasn’t sure. All he remembered was he was on his way to the washroom. The hallway wasn’t crowded. Aside from him and Finn, it was empty so that ruled out getting jumped. Unless, they were ninjas? Mike thought. Nah. Not possible. “I...don’t know what happened. I was walking...and then I was....dreaming? And then I woke up...”
Dreaming? Was that what... what was he dreaming? Finn jerked some, as the memories came flooding back. What the fuck was that? He rubbed his eyes, shaking his head a little. “I think I was dreaming too. It was super vivid though.”
“It was a weird dream. It kinda felt...real. Weird real.” It was a short dream, but definitely memorable. He wondered if he would get a repeat later tonight.
“Yeah...” Finn slowly stood up, dusting himself off. He really did not want a repeat of that dream. At all. Rubbing his eyes, he wondered why they both fell asleep in the middle of the hallway.
Seeing Finn stand up, Mike followed. He almost forgot about class. He should get back to the classroom or else he might get into trouble. He certainly didn’t want that. “Yeah...so...I guess we should go back?”
“I guess so. Mike, how did we pass out? Like, how did we both pass out? Was there some kind of like, chemical attack or something on Lima?” Finn asked, looking worried.
Mike thought about the question. He was sure he wasn’t tired. And...Finn didn’t look like he was tired. Chemical warfare though, was it possible? His mind whirred with possibilities. "Oh, man, I hope not. That's scary. Wicked scary."
As they walked, Finn noticed there were a few other students getting up off the floor, and oh man, was that Principal Figgins? Why was he on the floor. Finn started feeling a sense of dread in his stomach. “Mike, dude... what the hell is happening?” He asked. “Did like, aliens attack?”
“I think aliens are in Vegas...but...seriously, this is creeping me out.” Mike couldn’t help but stare at Principal Figgins and the other bodies on the floor. He thought he and Finn were the only ones but it looked like everybody was affected. “Maybe it’s the CIA?” They were always portrayed as shadowy puppet masters on TV. Maybe it was like that in real life too.
“Maybe.” Finn nodded, frowning some. “The CIA would do something like this.” Should he check on Rachel? She didn’t have any friends and no one else would be checking on her. He should also check on Fio. She was his girlfriend and stuff.
“Right...” Mike paused, having reached his classroom door. “Maybe there’ll be something on the news...or...maybe not...” Not if the government was involved. “I guess we’ll find out something soon enough.”
“Yeah...” Finn trailed off, nodding at Mike. “Good luck, dude.” Finn nodded at him, heading off towards his classroom.
When: Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Where: WHMS hallway
What: Blackout
Mike blinked. He was...on the floor? What was he doing on the floor? He didn’t remember laying down on the floor. There was no reason for him to be laying down on the floor, voluntary or otherwise. There were things on the floor. Dirty things. Slushies. Other things. With a small cry of alarm, he shot up, pulling himself to a sitting position with his back against the lockers. Frantically, his hands were everywhere, feeling every part of his body. After a minute or so, he had finally determined he was mostly substance-free. His pants and shirt might be a little dusty but he could live with that.
What the hell was going on? Why was his body sore? Was he asleep? Did he fall asleep in class and fall out of his desk. That would be embarrassing. Opening his eyes, Finn looked up at the ceiling. Not his classroom. Hallway. What the hell? Close by, he heard someone frantically moving around, so he looked over. “Mike Chang?” Finn squinted, confused. He knew Mike from football... he was a quiet dude. Why were they both on the floor?
Mike’s head whipped around at the sound of his name. Right. He was in the hallway and there was probably someone with him. And, from the looks of it, that someone was Finn. “Finn Hudson?”
“What the hell man?” Finn pushed himself up. “What happened? Did we get jumped?” Finn was trying to clear out his muddy brain, figure out the last thing he remembered.
Did they? He wasn’t sure. All he remembered was he was on his way to the washroom. The hallway wasn’t crowded. Aside from him and Finn, it was empty so that ruled out getting jumped. Unless, they were ninjas? Mike thought. Nah. Not possible. “I...don’t know what happened. I was walking...and then I was....dreaming? And then I woke up...”
Dreaming? Was that what... what was he dreaming? Finn jerked some, as the memories came flooding back. What the fuck was that? He rubbed his eyes, shaking his head a little. “I think I was dreaming too. It was super vivid though.”
“It was a weird dream. It kinda felt...real. Weird real.” It was a short dream, but definitely memorable. He wondered if he would get a repeat later tonight.
“Yeah...” Finn slowly stood up, dusting himself off. He really did not want a repeat of that dream. At all. Rubbing his eyes, he wondered why they both fell asleep in the middle of the hallway.
Seeing Finn stand up, Mike followed. He almost forgot about class. He should get back to the classroom or else he might get into trouble. He certainly didn’t want that. “Yeah...so...I guess we should go back?”
“I guess so. Mike, how did we pass out? Like, how did we both pass out? Was there some kind of like, chemical attack or something on Lima?” Finn asked, looking worried.
Mike thought about the question. He was sure he wasn’t tired. And...Finn didn’t look like he was tired. Chemical warfare though, was it possible? His mind whirred with possibilities. "Oh, man, I hope not. That's scary. Wicked scary."
As they walked, Finn noticed there were a few other students getting up off the floor, and oh man, was that Principal Figgins? Why was he on the floor. Finn started feeling a sense of dread in his stomach. “Mike, dude... what the hell is happening?” He asked. “Did like, aliens attack?”
“I think aliens are in Vegas...but...seriously, this is creeping me out.” Mike couldn’t help but stare at Principal Figgins and the other bodies on the floor. He thought he and Finn were the only ones but it looked like everybody was affected. “Maybe it’s the CIA?” They were always portrayed as shadowy puppet masters on TV. Maybe it was like that in real life too.
“Maybe.” Finn nodded, frowning some. “The CIA would do something like this.” Should he check on Rachel? She didn’t have any friends and no one else would be checking on her. He should also check on Fio. She was his girlfriend and stuff.
“Right...” Mike paused, having reached his classroom door. “Maybe there’ll be something on the news...or...maybe not...” Not if the government was involved. “I guess we’ll find out something soon enough.”
“Yeah...” Finn trailed off, nodding at Mike. “Good luck, dude.” Finn nodded at him, heading off towards his classroom.