fandomhigh | Detention, 02/11

The Danger Room is set up to look like an ordinary classroom today, with slightly squeaky desks arranged in a semicircle, alphabets of many nations bordering the walls, and a flag hanging above the blackboard at the front of the room. The air smells, although not unpleasantly, of chalkdust and stale cafeteria food. In a room off to the side that resembles a formal Victorian dining room, there are a table, chairs and a sideboard from which students will take their lunch, though no food is visible at first.

The names of the students with detention are written on the chalkboard in Dream's flowing hand. He crosses each name off as the student enters:

~~John Crichton~~
~~Hamlet Dane, Jr.~~
Lily Evans
~~Janet Fraiser~~
Yuffie Kisagari
~~Nadia Santos~~
Kristy Thomas

Dream stands before the assembled students in his formal robes.

"Hello. I trust you all know why you are here.

I have been asked to furnish activities, and have done so. Likewise your lunch will be provided. Should all go well, I anticipate releasing you well in time for your evening meal. Should all not go well, you may learn what imprisonment truly is."

"Now, sign in and begin your assigned activities."

At 12:30 p.m. FHT, Dream briefly enters the lunchroom. When he leaves, a banquet has been arranged. Students may now eat, should they want to.

At 7 p.m. FHT, he rouses the sleepers and sends all of the students out the door.

[OOC note: Dream-mun has left the building for the night. I'll try to wrap these threads tomorrow. Also, minimal/handwaved participation on some activities is fine for those of you who might sign in late.]

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Janet shifted a little, but settled down when John stopped flailing. If he'd kept flailing, she'd probably have woken up.

She slept on, though, quietly drifting into REM sleep, and finding herself in a large military base, full of echoing, empty halls. The equipment was stripped out, and there were no supplies, just a pool of water that emptied and refilled at irregular intervals.

She didn't think she'd drown if she fell into the pool.

The water ripples, inviting her, glimmering more than earth water ever did, hinting at depths below the surface.

Dream watches, not quite visible, though he could perhaps be sensed.

Janet looked around. Somebody's here. Someone familiar. But that wasn't possible. She'd been here before. No one was ever here any more. She'd fallen into those waters before. It really was beautiful, a paler shade of blue than any ocean on Earth. But what would happen on the other side?

She took a deep breath and jumped.

A thousand tiny minnows appear in the water, darting around Janet.

[OOC: Remember, I don't know SG, so this is just me putting in weird Dream things. Let me know if you want something specific.]

Janet laughed in wonder and reached out towards the fishes, which darted away from her. Or was she moving away from them? She seemed to be falling down an impossibly long tunnel, minnows darting all around her, and she couldn't seem to hold onto anything.

There were vague memories of what she'd find at the other end. Maybe nothing would have changed?

OOC: Don't worry about it. I love the weird Dream things. After all, dreams are supposed to be surreal.

The end of the tunnel seemed to glow with a blue fire as Janet came closer. The minnows were bigger, now, and some seemed to have fangs.

Strangely, breathing did not seem to be an issue.

Janet started rushing downward, falling faster toward the blue fire, the flames burning brightly and cold. Like a zat. The minnows were huge, some of them with fangs, and large heads, almost like deep sea fish, but not quite. Instead of reaching for them, her outstretched hands batted at them, tried to shove them away as they nipped and bit at her.

Then she was falling through the fire, and it burned her side. She crashed to the ground and rolled onto her back, then sat up, leaning back on her hands, her arms outstretched just behind her. Now she was in an Egyptian temple. Torches flickered in the dark, casting shadows against the thick, stone roof and the walls covered in paintings and hieroglyphs.

One of the heiroglyphs began to speak in an ancient voice. "Detention is over, Miss Frasier. You may leave."

Janet woke up and looked sheepish. But she didn't have a problem with leaving detention either. "See you in class, Professor," she said, waving as she went to game night.

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