This time, just after the intercom's jingle, the faint sound of a radio or a television could be heard in the background as the Head Doctor began to speak
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He was leaning over her with eyes full of lust. They were both completely naked and could see every holy glorious inch of the opposite sex. Chise could hear his heart beating at a fast rate which increased as his hand brushed past her bellybutton, and lower...and lower...and-
Chise woke up with a yelp while breathing heavily. Thank god that that was only a dream...which, unfortunately, occurred every single night after running away with Shuji.
Speaking of Shuji, he wasn't sleeping next to her or anywhere in the room. Wait a minute, this wasn't their room at all! Her regular clothes were replaced with a gray and smiling shirt that did not express what she was feeling right now. She glanced around the room and panic swelled up in her.
This, this isn't real! Where's Shuji?! There's no way that the military caught up with us! I already destroyed their main tracking devices and transportation units to prevent them from finding us. It's not possible!
"Oh! It seems that you're already awake Miss Chelsea"
Van was falling apart, he could see that now as every part of him started to fade away. His fonons were separating from him, being torn from him by the Planet Storm. Already, he could feel his consciousness begin to fade
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It wasn't like Bart didn't understand what was going on. Messing with time and space was bad, messing with people who weren't supervillains was even worse; ergo Mr. Hi-Let-Me-Just-Have-a-Name-That's-Sixty-Billion-Letters-Long-and-Impossible-to-Pronounce was someone to watch for. He got it, and hadn't even needed to be told.
But come on already. This was supposed to be the first time Mr. M-something-something-maybe there was a y somewhere in there-l had ever visited their dimension, right? The weirdness of time travel was also something Bart didn't need explained, and another thing was the obvious fact that Mr. Who-Gives-Their-Kids-Names-Like-That-Anyway hadn't really gotten a handle on the whole supervillain thing yet. Kind of easy to understand, really; he'd only just started today. It'd taken Bart a few minutes to get the hang of superheroing, and that just involved beating up the bad guys and foiling all their dastardly plans. Supervillains actually had to come up with those plans, and Bart knew all about how hard planning could
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He could time the resets now. He didn't have to be in the gate room to know when it would happen; he didn't even have to be still on the base (even though he was). He didn't even try to time them consciously, but on some level, he just knew when they would happen. After being subjected to the same day so many times, it had become instinct. His biological clock was keeping track.
He could almost hear Daniel now.
"Anyway, I'm sorry, but that just happens to be how I feel about it. What do you think?"
He tensed, waiting for the shift to come, to find himself in the mess hall in the middle of breakfast, and to be accosted by the question he had no clue how to answer. Maybe he should ask Daniel what the hell he'd been talking about one of these days. Or maybe they would stop it this go-round, and he wouldn't ever have to hear the question again.
The shift came, but when he found himself somewhere else, there was no cereal. There was no Daniel.
Jack O'Neill was lying in bed.
"Well, this is different," he said aloud as he sat
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"Just the person I wanted to see!" he said, pointing at her in emphasis, despite the lady not being the person he wanted to see. Sam would've been nice. Or Daniel. Or Teal'c. But this woman might be able to give him some answers, and that would be a big step forward.
"Excuse me?" she asked, looking slightly flustered.
"Can you tell me what's going on here?" Jack countered. Best to get directly to the point.
The woman's expression evened out into a calm smile. "Ah," she said. "You're confused. That's understandable." She folded her hands together in front of her. "This is your first day in Landel's Institute, after all."
Landel's Institute? "First day; right," Jack said. "So, uh, what's this Institute thing about?"
"It's a mental hospital, of course," she said. "Now, if you'll come with me, it's time for you to go to the sun room to join the other patients! You missed breakfast, I'm afraid."
"A mental hospital?" he asked, focusing on that (though the fact it wasn't breakfast for once was interesting and very, very
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Chise woke up with a yelp while breathing heavily. Thank god that that was only a dream...which, unfortunately, occurred every single night after running away with Shuji.
Speaking of Shuji, he wasn't sleeping next to her or anywhere in the room. Wait a minute, this wasn't their room at all! Her regular clothes were replaced with a gray and smiling shirt that did not express what she was feeling right now. She glanced around the room and panic swelled up in her.
This, this isn't real! Where's Shuji?! There's no way that the military caught up with us! I already destroyed their main tracking devices and transportation units to prevent them from finding us. It's not possible!
"Oh! It seems that you're already awake Miss Chelsea"
Huh? Chise looked up ( ... )
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But come on already. This was supposed to be the first time Mr. M-something-something-maybe there was a y somewhere in there-l had ever visited their dimension, right? The weirdness of time travel was also something Bart didn't need explained, and another thing was the obvious fact that Mr. Who-Gives-Their-Kids-Names-Like-That-Anyway hadn't really gotten a handle on the whole supervillain thing yet. Kind of easy to understand, really; he'd only just started today. It'd taken Bart a few minutes to get the hang of superheroing, and that just involved beating up the bad guys and foiling all their dastardly plans. Supervillains actually had to come up with those plans, and Bart knew all about how hard planning could ( ... )
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He could almost hear Daniel now.
"Anyway, I'm sorry, but that just happens to be how I feel about it. What do you think?"
He tensed, waiting for the shift to come, to find himself in the mess hall in the middle of breakfast, and to be accosted by the question he had no clue how to answer. Maybe he should ask Daniel what the hell he'd been talking about one of these days. Or maybe they would stop it this go-round, and he wouldn't ever have to hear the question again.
The shift came, but when he found himself somewhere else, there was no cereal. There was no Daniel.
Jack O'Neill was lying in bed.
"Well, this is different," he said aloud as he sat ( ... )
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"Excuse me?" she asked, looking slightly flustered.
"Can you tell me what's going on here?" Jack countered. Best to get directly to the point.
The woman's expression evened out into a calm smile. "Ah," she said. "You're confused. That's understandable." She folded her hands together in front of her. "This is your first day in Landel's Institute, after all."
Landel's Institute? "First day; right," Jack said. "So, uh, what's this Institute thing about?"
"It's a mental hospital, of course," she said. "Now, if you'll come with me, it's time for you to go to the sun room to join the other patients! You missed breakfast, I'm afraid."
"A mental hospital?" he asked, focusing on that (though the fact it wasn't breakfast for once was interesting and very, very ( ... )
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