OOC : Dream
It looked like an ordinary enough high school classroom - chairs tucked neatly under the desk, clean chalkboard, a vase of fresh flowers on the sill by the window. There was nobody here, though - no sound of footsteps in the hallway, nobody on the field outside. He glanced across the desks, and spotted something out of the ordinary. A pencil case, pink, with a star and little wings on the sides. It looked handmade, and felt... important. Something he should keep safe.
He tucked it into a pocket, and went to slide the door open - revealing yet another out of place oddity. A bouquet of nadeshiko blossoms, with a vine of wisteria twisted around them. He gathered them up in one arm - for a brief moment, the scent was powerful, almost overwhelming. At the same time, though, it was somehow not unpleasant, twining around him like an embrace. And then it was gone again, leaving him alone in the hallway with flowers in his arms.
He started checking the other rooms off the hallway, looking for... something. Other people, other things out of the ordinary, perhaps - he wasn’t quite sure. All of the classrooms were neat and tidy, until he came to the last one. There, perched on the teacher’s desk, was a large peach, perfectly ripe. Propped up against it was a long white pinion feather. He picked the feather up - it was softer than it looked, somehow, and he ran his fingers along the edge of it before tucking it into his breast pocket and picking up the peach instead. He examined it for a minute, and then took a bite. It was delicious - easily the best he’d ever had, and that was plenty enough reason to ignore the juice that was dripping everywhere from it. Another bite, and another, and there was the peach pit. He looked at it, and it seemed to fill his vision until he awoke, abruptly.
He tucked it into a pocket, and went to slide the door open - revealing yet another out of place oddity. A bouquet of nadeshiko blossoms, with a vine of wisteria twisted around them. He gathered them up in one arm - for a brief moment, the scent was powerful, almost overwhelming. At the same time, though, it was somehow not unpleasant, twining around him like an embrace. And then it was gone again, leaving him alone in the hallway with flowers in his arms.
He started checking the other rooms off the hallway, looking for... something. Other people, other things out of the ordinary, perhaps - he wasn’t quite sure. All of the classrooms were neat and tidy, until he came to the last one. There, perched on the teacher’s desk, was a large peach, perfectly ripe. Propped up against it was a long white pinion feather. He picked the feather up - it was softer than it looked, somehow, and he ran his fingers along the edge of it before tucking it into his breast pocket and picking up the peach instead. He examined it for a minute, and then took a bite. It was delicious - easily the best he’d ever had, and that was plenty enough reason to ignore the juice that was dripping everywhere from it. Another bite, and another, and there was the peach pit. He looked at it, and it seemed to fill his vision until he awoke, abruptly.