Dream!Log [optional]

[dream_nurse]

WHO: Everyone with a dream form.
WHAT: Dream class.
WHERE: The basement infirmary.
WHEN: Thursday, after regular classes.
WARNINGS: Violence, ?

{ooc: This dream!log is optional~punishments for skipping the mandatory dream!log will go into effect soon, but not for this one. Backdated to 3/19.}The dream school has been very bizarre lately.

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lol A stairwell with a choice right in the middle of it

[manipulativeme]

[[ooc: I think it's supposed to be something like this if anyone is confused.

Responses from me might be late after a point. Work.]]He didn't recall going down the stairs, talking with the nurse while he laid down, not even closing his eyes. But when they opened it seemed like he was in one of those paintings that made you think. Fuji sighed and sat up, or at least what he knew as up. There was an upside down staircase right over his head leading straight into a wall

[iwantmother]

Kadaj's eyes set on Fuji. He made a few steps back from the doorway and raised his double-bladed katana. Having the appearance of a small child, perhaps only a twelve year old, the silver-haired boy was cautious of everyone. He hated this damn class, it made him edgy and violent. His form made him... well, it made him want his mother.

As he stepped back, he felt glass under his foot and lowered his gaze. A window? He was stepping on a window. Curiosity crossed him and his eyes couldn't keep from looking outside. Everything out there looked normal. With a sigh, he looked to Fuji again.

"So, are you gonna try and break me or are we allies for this class?"

[manipulativeme]

The black and white teen froze at the sound of a young voice and peered into the classroom, another student it seemed. Fuji stepped within sight and smiled, "I'd rather allies if anything. But just wandering through most likely."

The last couple of times he had allied up with different dreamers had ended oddly, Dark had gone with him on a jaunt until the end of class and he hadn't really caught the name of the other teen. Fuji didn't really care to share the experience with that one again and would most likely evade him.

This child in front of him he had never seen before, mayhaps a new friendship could be brought out of the encounter. But then again it might be a guise like his own to hide attacks.

[iwantmother]

Kadaj nodded once, noting the brightness of the blue of this students eyes. He'd seen him around school. Fuji... something. He was the Tennis Team Captain. With a raised eyebrow, he lowered his weapon.

"Fuji... yeah. You're the tennis captain. Right?" He kept a slight smirk on his face. He didn't want to seem weak or afraid, especially because of his feeble appearance.

He knew that anyone who knew him would recognise him but he hoped, just a little, that Fuji didn't know who he was.

P: Another stairwell, and same work warning.

[deno_henshin]

Ryotaro had been confused when the strange nurse he had never seen came up to him, taken him down to a basement that wasn't there before and told him to sleep on one of the many beds. He was even more confused when he had woken up with some kind of helmet on his head in a place that wasn't the school he knew. "Th-this can't be... What's going on?!"

A little more than frantically he tried to get the black helmet off of his head, it wasn't budging. "This can't be happening..."

Then he took a look around, staggering back at what was around him. "I-I'm in a painting...?"

That didn't explain his outfit though, what exactly was he supposed to be? A superhero?

near a door~reserved for Clownnnnnnnnn

[ladrondenoche]

Dark slammed the door and scratched his head. Daisuke was being more social lately, which left him in an awkward position. He was supposed to be the social half.

Then again, Daisuke was still shy so Dark could keep his title of "the cool half".

Dark looked up, only to see an upside down staircase. "What the hell?" He looked down, seeing another upside down staircase beneath him. This class sucked.

Halloooooo~~~~ 8'DDDD

[car_d_sharp]

Allen wasn't too eager to attend dream class this week but he did it anyway. The mysterious punishment sounded ominous, even if he didn't know what it was. He preferred spending time doing homework or meeting up with friends (he actually had some now!), and there was also that coffee shop he was still volunteering at.

In the Dream, the air split and Clown's white cloak spiraled out, a mask perched in the center of the colorless cloth. As though reflecting its host's unwillingness, the bodiless mass of white crashed into the nearest wall, trying uselessly to cause enough pain for the beads to break.

bonjour!

[ladrondenoche]

Dark was still trying to figure out which direction was up when he heard a rather irritating noise. The purple-haired man finally discovered the source--some sort of odd creature that he could not quite describe was ramming into the wall.

"Could you do that somewhere else?" That was so annoying.

Como estas~? Oh wait that's spanish never mind XD

[car_d_sharp]

Gravity, fortunately, had no effect on the free floating thing, and it backed away to try again when someone's voice reached it. It froze and started twisting until mismatched arms emerged from the folds of the cloak, a head taking place behind the mask.

Clown let out a relieved sigh, having finally been able to reclaim control over this sorry excuse of a body. It looked around briefly, searching for the source of the one who had distracted Allen, and spotted the purple-haired dreamer. Smiling, it made its way over and stopped a few feet away, still floating in mid-air.

"Was that you, mate? I'll have to thank you if it was," Clown made a mock salute, still smiling thankfully. "Would've been a sorry case if I had to leave before the fun even began!"