fandomhigh | Adventuring Survival Tactics, April 6. Period 4

The Doctor's paint-splattered classroom had no chairs. No bean bags. No swatches of carpet. The desk was gone.

Was the room entirely empty, then? Of course not. There were matresses. Lining the floors. The walls. Everything. The room was entirely padded with matresses. (and how did they get there? He has a time and space machine that can travel anywhere and is bigger on the inside and the out. He does these sort of things). So once everyone sat down, he began his lecture.

"First of all, I would like to make a statement that public nudity is not acceptable where the law prohibits such acts," the Doctor said. "Second, I'd like to talk a bit about redemption. No, I'm not going to tell you about any sort of religious savior, don't worry. I may have padded the walls but that does not mean I've gone mad. What I am saying, is that sometimes, some of the worst people in the universe can become some of the greatest. It all just depends on what they're doing. Ex-nazis helped put a man on the moon, the Renaissance bred warfare death and wonderful art, but really, that's not what I'm getting at, either."

The Doctor paused for a moment.

"There is such a thing as irreedemable evil. But in the long run, it's very hard to reach that. I've committed terrible acts in my life, but also acts of great good. The same goes for the Master, if you remember him from my previous classes. Now admittedly, a lot of the great acts I've seen from people who have done great wrongs are the type that involve self-sacrifice to save people from the bad things they'd done. But that's not always the case. Lives can always be rededicate to good. Never be too quick to judge a fellow who seems to have had a change of heart. Suspicion is all well and good, but don't let yourself be too tainted by their past misdeeds. Unless they are Charles Manson, because that fellow is just a right nutter."

The Doctor smiled and went a bit more in depth into the subject ~~in a totally modable way~~.

"As for the rest of the class... have fun with the padded room. I'll be sitting here, eating an apple."

And he sat down, and proceeded to start eating an apple.

[ooc: OCD UP. Have at it.]

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"All night and into the day," he said with a smirk. "If you're going to do something, you have to do it right." He leaned sideways and rested his head on her shoulder. "Otherwise what's the point?"

"I'll check my calendar. See if I can find a block of time you can fill," she said, turning and kissing the top of his head. "How'd things go last night?"

"Okay. They both stayed. No one freaked out, though Cedric came close. I actually managed to get some sleep." He shrugged. "I just want this to be over." Dropping his voice to barely above a whisper, he added, "Thank you for telling Sam."

"You're not mad?" Isabel had hoped he wouldn't be. Things were on edge enough, Sam knowing the truth about what was going on hopefully prevented things from getting even more out of control.

"No, she needed to know why I was acting like a freak, and I couldn't tell her," he replied. "She understood, I think, but I'm going to have some serious making up to do."

"No, she knows it's not your fault," Isabel said. "But some pampering wouldn't be bad."

"I'll make it up to her," he promised, ignoring the irrational twinge of anger he felt at saying it. "I'm trying not to give into it, but it feels so real."

"I know. But it'll be over soon," she promised, bumping against him. "And then you'll realize it was just a really nasty head game."

He tried out a smile and opted to change the subject. "There's a seahorse party tonight, in Jaye's room. We can invite SOs and little sibs. Seeing as I don't have a little sib, do you want to come?"

"Maybe. I was planning on going and sitting with Cedric until this ended," Isabel replied. "So it depends on what shape he's in."

"It has to end soon, or I'm just going to go insane and hide in the closet. Seriously." He leaned on her. "Okay. Stay with Cedric, which is good, because I don't think I helped him, and given I can't stop thinking he set me up, I'm probably not going to. When it breaks, if he's okay, bring him by." He paused and took a deep breath. "Whatever happens, leave me a voicemail, okay? I need to know he's all right."

"I will," she promised, still holding onto his hand. "Why don't we put these mattress to use? Not dirty. Close your eyes and relax. I'll keep watch."

"Are you sure?" He glanced around the room, gaze shying away from Lana.

"Yes. I got a decent night's sleep last night. And fighting killer robots didn't take too much energy," Isabel shrugged. "You've had a rough week. And you'll need your energy for the party. Tell me, is it a shirtless party?"

"Of course it is. It's a Seahorse party," he said, slipping down so he could put his head on her thigh, and closed his eyes. "I'm going to bring the body paint, too."

"Oh! Kinky," she laughed, running her hand over his hair. "Can I still get in if I'm not shirtless? Because...well, you know."

"Of course you can, you're Isabel. And I'll paint a heart on your hand, or a birdie on your foot or something," he said, yawning as he nuzzled against her leg. "Whatever you want."

"That...I might actually do. We'll see," Isabel said, smiling down at him. "Now go to sleep."

"Yes, Izzy," he mumbled, curling his body around her and drifting into a light doze.

Isabel leaned back against the wall, gently stroking Jack's hair and keeping a wary eye on Lana.

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