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The Multiverse is F'd, Y'all; Wednesday, Second Period [12/20].
Wednesday, December 20th, 2023 05:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
somethingwithturquoise"Alright, guys," Summer came into the classroom that day just a smidge late, coat covered in splotches of color from the snow outside, with her arms full of a box of donuts and a to-go carrier of drinks, "hope you didn't get too comfortable, because we're skipping the preamble and getting right into it today, since it's our last class. I'm bringing treats with me, though, so hopefully that'll make up for it."
The portal, even, had pretty much been ready to go even before Summer got there, and, unless anyone was feeling particularly ambitious and decided to forge ahead without her, she told everyone to get up and hop on through and they'll get started...
....in another classroom.
That looked exactly like the classroom they'd just been in. Except, actually, no, wait, it wasn't exactly the same. At first glance, it definitely looked like it, but the more you looked, the more you noticed the little details: the blackboard was actually dark green, the style of the desks were different, the desk at the front was actually bigger, and the numbers on the clock on the wall were unfamiliar. A glance out the window would reveal not a scenic view of an island off the coast of Maryland, but instead surrounding snow-capped mountains. There was something a little off about the birds flying around out the window, too, and it probably wouldn't take too long to notice a chipmunk scribbling away in a tiny notebook in the room, too.
Summer made no comments on any of this, sliding the box of donuts next to another box of donuts that was already on the desk, and putting down the drinks. She opened both boxes: both had donuts, but different donuts from the other. In fact, the donuts in the box already there were decidedly squeare And then she turned to the class.
"So today," she explained, "is our last class, and I thought I'd bring it around full circle. I'd mostly like to just talk about what we experienced here, so come on up and grab some donuts if you want, I didn't know what you guys like to drink, so there's coffee, tea, and hot chocolate to choose from. And then we're just going to...talk. About what you guys learned in this class, how you're feeling about it, was there something you wished we'd done more of, do you have any further general questions? And I mean, we can also still definitely go somewhere else if there's something you still want to experience and I know a good way to go there, too. So....yeah. That's the class today. I'll mostly hand it over to you guys and feel out if you feel you're a bit more prepared for what the multiverse at large might throw at you.
"Although, even if we stay put, we do have to head back a little earlier than usual. Eventually, this dimension's version of this class is going to show up to use the classroom. In my experience, in most dimensions, the whole thing about you dying if you meet your doppelganger is totally untrue, although many versions of me have tried to kill me and, obviously, failed, but the version of me in this dimension is actually blonde? And that just weirds me out on a deeply fundamental level, so the less I have to worry about dealing with her, the better."
Also, she did tend to have a bad habit of getting into fights with herself in these encounters (see: previous comment about trying to kill each other, actually), and she was pretty sure both she and her blonde!dimension self would agree that that was not a cute look.
"So, here we go," she lifted her own peppermint mocha in a toast, "last class. What've you go for me?"
The portal, even, had pretty much been ready to go even before Summer got there, and, unless anyone was feeling particularly ambitious and decided to forge ahead without her, she told everyone to get up and hop on through and they'll get started...
....in another classroom.
That looked exactly like the classroom they'd just been in. Except, actually, no, wait, it wasn't exactly the same. At first glance, it definitely looked like it, but the more you looked, the more you noticed the little details: the blackboard was actually dark green, the style of the desks were different, the desk at the front was actually bigger, and the numbers on the clock on the wall were unfamiliar. A glance out the window would reveal not a scenic view of an island off the coast of Maryland, but instead surrounding snow-capped mountains. There was something a little off about the birds flying around out the window, too, and it probably wouldn't take too long to notice a chipmunk scribbling away in a tiny notebook in the room, too.
Summer made no comments on any of this, sliding the box of donuts next to another box of donuts that was already on the desk, and putting down the drinks. She opened both boxes: both had donuts, but different donuts from the other. In fact, the donuts in the box already there were decidedly squeare And then she turned to the class.
"So today," she explained, "is our last class, and I thought I'd bring it around full circle. I'd mostly like to just talk about what we experienced here, so come on up and grab some donuts if you want, I didn't know what you guys like to drink, so there's coffee, tea, and hot chocolate to choose from. And then we're just going to...talk. About what you guys learned in this class, how you're feeling about it, was there something you wished we'd done more of, do you have any further general questions? And I mean, we can also still definitely go somewhere else if there's something you still want to experience and I know a good way to go there, too. So....yeah. That's the class today. I'll mostly hand it over to you guys and feel out if you feel you're a bit more prepared for what the multiverse at large might throw at you.
"Although, even if we stay put, we do have to head back a little earlier than usual. Eventually, this dimension's version of this class is going to show up to use the classroom. In my experience, in most dimensions, the whole thing about you dying if you meet your doppelganger is totally untrue, although many versions of me have tried to kill me and, obviously, failed, but the version of me in this dimension is actually blonde? And that just weirds me out on a deeply fundamental level, so the less I have to worry about dealing with her, the better."
Also, she did tend to have a bad habit of getting into fights with herself in these encounters (see: previous comment about trying to kill each other, actually), and she was pretty sure both she and her blonde!dimension self would agree that that was not a cute look.
"So, here we go," she lifted her own peppermint mocha in a toast, "last class. What've you go for me?"