Dream Class 4/23 [Mandatory]

[dream_nurse]

WHO: Everyone with a dream form
WHAT: Dream class
WHERE: Basement Infirmary
WHEN: April 23rd
WARNINGS: Violence, Nightmare-inducing/Mature themes, etc.

NOTES: Remember, you can reply to any existing thread or start one of your own. This post hopefully contains all the info that you need

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Detention

[dream_nurse]

You wouldn't have expected it, but you've been called to detention. You ask your teachers why, but they say they don't know, only that they've been handed a piece of paper saying that you need to attend. So you do.

But isn't it weird? The room you were asked to go to, there is a single chair and a single desk, and the Nurse is there. That one Nurse from the infirmary in the Basement. She closes the door (did she lock it?) and leads you to the chair and gives you a cup of tea.

"Relax," she says. "Drink the tea. And then we shall discuss your detention."

Welcome to your detention. You drink the tea, obviously. And even if you don't the Nurse won't let you out. Either way, you'll fall asleep. And that's where it all starts.

You're still sitting down on that chair of course. But you're no longer in the room. You are facing your worst nightmare.

--

Note: All detentionees will dream about their worst fears, their insecurities, their deepest, darkest secrets. It would go on for an hour, but to the dreamer, it will seem forever. An

OOC: O-orz, sorry so late; I've been preoccupied with everything else lately.

[not_the_dreck]

So apparently there was a special class every Thursday. Asch had read it on the schedule of course... and it seemed like utter bullshit; a total and complete joke. So of course he skipped it; he had better things to do, like not doing his homework, or telling his "tutor" to go fuck off

[lucedispada]

It wasn’t his fault they were so uptight about attending every, single, fucking dream class. So what if he skipped a couple times? It shouldn’t be reason for detention. Clearly though, it was

Re: Detention

[philtering]

He had a bad feeling all week. Like something horrible was going to happen. Ignoring the growing anxiety in his gut proved to be a bad idea when he was finally called in for detention.

He sat down as instructed and, after eying it for some time, drank the tea that was offered.

That was a mistake.

As he fell asleep, the image that was before him slowly came into view.. as nothing. He awoke in the chair, alone. The chain that was spouting out of his chest was larger than before, and what it was tied to was clearly visible, the first time since he arrived at the school.

"..." His parents. They were standing there, clear as day, but they wouldn't even look up to acknowledge him. Keigo stood up from the chair, supposed detention forgotten, and he stepped closer.

"Mom..? Dad?" He questioned, but once again, they didn't appear to even realize he was there. He trembled where he stood, the emptiness of the room having more of an effect on him than he wanted to acknowledge.

"He's such a bad kid, you know?" His father said, cigarette

the ballroom

[nolongerlittle]

A pause.

Fingers flexing, tightening over the gun in his hand. Good. He had it with him this time. Slipping it into it's holder by his side, patting it once and forgetting about it for the moment.

Shinichi looked around the... ballroom he found himself in. Kinda pretty. Marble arching over and up, gilt decorations and cherubs sitting way up high amonst carved grapes and leaves, with only scarves concealing their modesty. His footsteps echoed as he walked, exploring the room, not willing to go through the ornate doors leading out just yet. He didn't like to kill... so maybe if he stayed in here, nobody would interrupt him. And nobody would have to tell him they were bad. And then nobody would die, and he could wake up and write a letter to Ran.

Ballroom dancer~

[car_d_sharp]

Clown, as per usual, crawled out of a split in the air, white cloak flaring around a non-existent form as it hovered above the marble floor. The white fur hood was askew and the jester mask just barely hanging onto its face, but that was okay.

The room was wide and spacious. Good thing, because that meant more room to fight and move. Cramped spaces were too confining. Was this a ballroom? It was certainly nicely decorated and well furnished - if ballrooms were supposed to be furnished, anyway.

Right now, Clown could sense someone else in the room with it. Grinning, it turned towards this person and flexed its clawed hand, anxious to get started after so long. Sure, Clown hated the Dream, but hey, you take what you can get. And if Clown was going to be here, Clown was going to have fun.

[nolongerlittle]

Shi spun, safety clicking off his gun, pointing dead at the stranger. His arms were steady, feet planted in the classic shooting stance, face blank. He tilted his ehad at Clown's incongruous apperance, before smiling widely, letting the gun hang by his side.

"Who are you~?" he asked cheerfully, appearing eager to meet new people, even though he wanted nothing but.

[car_d_sharp]

Clown smiled at the weapon, ready for an attack, only to falter when it was dropped. Aw. So they weren't going to have fun just yet. But that was perfectly fine, so long as it happened eventually.

"Just a fellow dreamer~" Clown replied with equal cheer, thought whether it was real or not couldn't be discerned. "Who might you be?"

Colonel Mustard in the Library with the candlestick! (AKA: .. The Library)

[mutedly]

It was a rest of familiar and unexplainable fear that burrowed deep inside Nill's chest, the petite blonde's fingers curling against her scalp.

Situated "safely" beneath a wide-oak table, the only sound she emitted was a soft rustle as her feet skirted against the wood floor. Arms raised and her hands upon her head, she daydreamed aimlessly, attempting to calm the rapid waves of delusional panic as she felt her heart pound against her rib cage.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

She hated this place.

[zealotries]

He's reading; he's relaxed. And the staccato clack of his heel against the ground keeps time.

Clack.

Clack.

Clack.

There has to be more to it than just this; it's almost disappointing. His fingers drum against the table, strips of gauze winding loose with the motion.

But he doesn't look; he doesn't tend the bloodied mess that's been revealed.

Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present.

An interesting read, indeed.

[mutedly]

There's an itch in her legs, the overwhelming sensation that she needs to run, to flee--

Someone's coming!

Swallowing the bile that threatens to spill, Nill turns her curiosity toward the tender rap of fingertips above her head. And yet as she shrinks from the noise, scooting across the floor as she pulls at the brown cloth around her shoulders, her hand hits the table leg with a startling bang.

Jerking her hand back as though she were burned, she looks toward the far side of the table...

Waiting.

Hurr. idk A hallway

[extremesunlight]

Ryohei stared up at the large portrait that took up most of the wall space between two rooms. Who in their right mind would get their picture blown up that big.

The kangaroo snorted and looked around the slippery area. He had already fallen once!

This was so not the ideal place for a kangaroo.

WINE CELLAR

[manipulativeme]

The first thing he noticed was how cold and damp it was, then how dark it was when he opened his eyes. The dream classes would never be in his favor would they...? Fuji sighed and ran a hand through his hair, the other going to rest over his stomach to make sure that cut was gone.

He would be sure to pick a different opponent next time he got the urge to fight.

The monochrome teen sighed and stood up, searching along the walls for something similar to a light switch or a way out at least. Inquiring fingers stumbled upon the plastic knob and he flipped it up, revealing the room to be wall to wall with wine bottles nestled in criss-crossed shelves.

"Now the way out is where..."

[fillthegaps]

It was cold when the drastic change in surroundings occurred. Coming up from an awkward slouched position against the wall, a hand touched along the side of his face to trace along where he knew an accessory was missing.

He opened his eyes in time for them to squint at the sudden light filling the room. Instead of their usual pale blue, eyes of silver took in the additional company in the vicinity, curious.

If this was part of a dream, it felt more real than that, a stretch of virtual reality. Looking down he may have noticed the way he and his clothes were masking themselves by taking on the coloration of the wall behind. Rather, he was focused on the oddity before him -- a figure who could have escaped from a black-and-white film.

[manipulativeme]

Unaware that he was being watched or even that there was another person in the wine cellar with him Fuji continued to wander around in search for the door. It was not simply a wall to wall rack but several rows and it appeared that he (and his companion) was located near the back of the room.

Fuji tilted his head to the side as he could feel eyes on him but didn't know where from. He ignored the peculiar feeling and walked from the area he had appeared in, going towards the front of the cellar. It was surprisingly free of cobwebs and dust, someone must come down constantly or it could have all been a fabrication of the dream.

He smiled a little wickedly, maybe he could surprise them with a little present if they appeared.