fandomhigh | History in Living Colour - Friday, Period 3 (Week 2)

"Okay!" the Doctor said, bounding into the room when the students had gathered. "No time for chatting, let's get to it. Get to what you might ask? If you are, you didn't read your syllabus! Ask Peyton or Dick for one if you missed out. They're you're TAs and in case you've forgotten, I'm the Doctor."

There were three doors in the room. "Pick a door, any door! Well, except the one leading out of the Danger Shop. One of these three doors, which will lead you to a turning point in history. This week is all about not messing with the turning points, the important stuff, the moments in history that make today the way it is. We're going to learn by doing the wrong thing. Do whatever comes naturally to you once you're on the other side of the door. When you're done, we'll talk about what happened as a result of your actions.

We're all a part of history in some way, shape or form, and there's a lot you can get away with when you're outside of your home time period - by the way, time travel happens, get used to it - but there are some things you should never tamper with. You'll see why. Or, if you read a lot of alternate history fiction, you'll already know. Go on, pick a door." He nodded towards the doors, then commented quietly to himself, "guess we did have time for chatting after all."

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Before the Doctor arrives, while you're waiting for your turn, after you're done, that sort of thing.

It's a very normal-looking door. Behind the door is a dark part of a city. There doesn't seem to be anyone around, except for a fellow in a cloak who just ran off. You're a bit busy to rush off after him, and he's gone anyway, because the building he just left is on fire!

Edited 2008-09-12 05:50 (UTC)

This one looks normal too, but it's a bit darker. On the other side, you can see two men in uniform guarding the front of a large building. They're not the only guards, but the ones in sight. You can see what they don't - a woman, looking worse for wear, is sneaking out.

Edited 2008-09-12 06:08 (UTC)

Door 3 looks like the other two for the most part. Behind it, however, you find yourself in a tunnel. Off to one end, there's a fellow with a wheelbarrow full of what could very well be explosives. But you can hear something he can't - the sound of voices. Whispered, but very much not the friends of the guy with the wheelbarrow.

Edited 2008-09-12 06:01 (UTC)

He's here, coming in and out of the doors with each person after they've had a chat.

Once they ping in.

If you actually want detention in the Doctor's class, let me know in the OOC thread. Anything's doable! Otherwise the standard detention policy in the syllabus applies.

Wes Collins

Warren Peace

Marco

Hey. Fire.

Warren was good with fire, really. And a year of superhero classes at Sky High had worked one important thing into his brain.

Save the Citizen.

With absolutely no regard for the flames that were starting to lick up from the building, Warren made his way inside, looking for survivors or people who might be trapped.

So what if he altered history? It was just the Danger Shop, anyhow.

Marco walked through door number two and glanced around. "Okay?"

Liz Sherman

Thankfully, the building was empty. The fire wasn't large yet, but it was starting to pick up from the corner it had been started in. In fact, it was making its way across to some pots that looked like they were of Roman design. The tapestry on the wall was going up in flames as well. Also Roman design. And that sign on the wall? Latin.

The guards didn't seem to notice Marco, but the woman did. She hurried off in the opposite direction, unfortunately into the path of some other guards. The alarm sounded a moment later and she darted off into the bush.

Here wasn't a very good place to be.

Warren squinted at the sign, walking up to it to get a better look.

Not that he could actually read Latin, really. But it was enough to hold his interest. For... maybe a moment or so.

The place appeared to be empty. Which was good. The pots were just pots. And the tapestry was too far gone to save, and for as much as Warren appreciated the arts... or whatever... he really had better things to do than bother with trying to put it out.

Better to get the heck out of dodge before the building could fall on him. For as much as fire didn't bother him, for whatever reason, he didn't care for being crushed alive. He was weird that way.

He stepped outside, momentarily perplexed, before looking around for people who might be stupid enough to hang around flaming buildings in the dead of night.

Gwen Cooper

Karal Austreben

Gwen eyed the man with the wheelbarrow suspiciously, edging closer to the other voices to try and catch what they were saying.

After a moment's hesitation, Karal chose door number 3, and Altra preceded him through it. Karal froze when he heard the voices, and Altra stiffened, ears pointing straight ahead.

:If there's voices, someone must be making them,: Altra grumbled, glancing both ways down the tunnel.

"Agreed," Karal whispered. "Just wait, though. We don't know what's going on or who anyone is."

A crowd had started to gather outside the building around the other side and the noise of their rumblings could be heard even over the flames. The fire lashed out of windows and onto nearby buildings. The light was enough to see the city a little better. The men and women in Roman garb watched on. There was still a chance to put the fire out, but it wouldn't last long once the fire started to spread further.

"You, boy!" one of the men called. "We need all able bodies to ferry water. Come," he ordered. "Help."

The voices remained where they were for the moment, but as Gwen got closer, she would have been able to hear 'Fawkes,' traitor,' 'have to gut him,' 'should let him lead us there first.'

Guy Fawkes, in his silly hat, kept on down the tunnel.

The man in the very silly hat with the wheelbarrow continued down around one corner. The voices came a little closer, but then held fast where they were. Karal or Altra might have been able to hear murmurings about treason, explosives, Fawkes and letting him come back to them so he didn't bring the tunnel down on them. They hadn't noticed the newcomers yet since they were out of sight.

Both of them heard it, Karal's hearing being far better than it had been, and Altra's hearing far better than that. After only a moment's thought, Karal set out down the tunnel after the man in the funny hat and his wheelbarrow full of explosives, moving as quickly as he could.

If he had a sinking feeling in his heart, he didn't let it show, but Altra did turn to give him a sharp look. This all seemed just a little bit too familiar to Karal, and when he was close enough, he called out to the man, keeping his voice low,"I think that you should stop."

Altra, slinking and sneaking, made his near-invisible way along the tunnel's wall, trying to get as close as he could to the man. If necessary, he would Jump them all away.

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History in Living Colour - Friday, Period 3 (Week 2)

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