Detention, 02/11

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

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.]

Comments

Re: Talk to each other

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia adds a sort of trilling flourish to some of the high notes.

She's wondering how long Dream's likely to let them get away with this. It doesn't really seem like detention-y behavior, but, dammit, she's bored and she didn't do anything wrong yet.

Re: Talk to each other

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John adds some foot tapping again because his foot cannot stay still. It's got a mind of it's own when it comes to music.

Re: Talk to each other

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

Dream is beginning to regret his indulgence.

"Nadia. John. Is there a reason we are being subjected to your musical talents? I do not believe I look like Professor Logan, save in the most superficial of ways."

Re: Talk to each other

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia doesn't know who Professor Logan is (though she assumes he's probably the music teacher people keep telling her to talk to), but she's getting pretty tired of being punished when she hasn't actually been bad.

So she decides to be bad.

"Gee, I guess I didn't realize you weren't a music lover. Maybe if you gave us more interesting things to do or something, we wouldn't be trying to keep ourselves occupied." Her voice is practically dripping with accented sarcasm. She might even roll her eyes, too. She starts to drum a quick little beat on her desk and sings: "Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus. . . ."

Re: Talk to each other

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

And John adds in an air guitar just for kicks!

"Thank you Fandom! I'll be here all week!"

Re: Talk to each other

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

"I see," Dream says, curtly. "Very well, then."

"Follow me, please. (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/627657.html?thread=29791945#t29791945)"