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Detention, Saturday, 3/25, 9 a.m.-5:30 p.m.
Dream appears bored and a little contemptuous of the four teenagers who file into the Danger Room for detention. Half the room is set up as a conventional classroom; the other half holds four military-style cots. A table in the classroom half holds some food for later.
Dream inclines his head in a nod of greeting. "Hello. You are in my care for the duration of the day. I promise I will not harm you, permanently."
It might be that he gives slightly more significant glances to Marty and Angel, who both served detention under him several months before. He might also give Angel a look that could say, I have not forgotten what we talked about.
Or it might all just be a trick of the light, and he may give no student any particular attention.
The list of names on the board is:
Angel
Martin Blank
Logan Echolls
Isabel Evans
[OOC: I will be on SP after 1 p.m. Drop an email if you need me, if I'm not on IM.]
Dream inclines his head in a nod of greeting. "Hello. You are in my care for the duration of the day. I promise I will not harm you, permanently."
It might be that he gives slightly more significant glances to Marty and Angel, who both served detention under him several months before. He might also give Angel a look that could say, I have not forgotten what we talked about.
Or it might all just be a trick of the light, and he may give no student any particular attention.
The list of names on the board is:
[OOC: I will be on SP after 1 p.m. Drop an email if you need me, if I'm not on IM.]
Re: Activity three, 3/25
She remembered the night air, cool against her skin. Watching the lights of the car approach as she held Max's hand, even then, so young, his grip firm, promising her that he'd always be there.
She remembered walking into her room for the first time, her mother, her earth mother a comforting presence at her back. The room was yellow, sunny and bright and for the first time, she felt like she had a place to call home.
She remembered her relief at finally finding Michael when they started school. It was better when it was the three of them, united together against a hostile world.
The memories went by faster. She remembered being in the Crashdown with Liz and Max, Maria and Michael. Alex was there, laughing as she poured tabasco over her ice cream.
And then she was in Fandom. She remembered walking up to the school and into the welcome reception, meeting Peter, the Muppet chicken invasion. Isabel laughed softly to herself as she remembered removing the ink from Angel.
It changed suddenly, Isabel couldn't recognize the room but she did recognize Liz, Maria and Parker as they laughed and fixed their make-up in a large mirror. She started to step towards them and stopped, suprised by the feel of the heavy, white material of the gown she was wearing. And then Max and Michael were there, smiling at her. "Come on, he's waiting for you."