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Classics/Foreign Lit, 4/18, Period 2

Dream nods in greeting to the students as they file in. An array of fresh fruit -- including plums, kumquats and starfruit as well as apples and bananas -- is offered in baskets at the front of the classroom.

Foreign Lit: Dream lectures on African literature for precisely half of the class.

Classics: Dream lectures on Roman mythology for the other half of the class.

At the end, Dream addresses all students as a group. "This is the final unit of new material for all of you. Next week, you will begin work on your end-of-term projects, which will be due on May 3. Each of you will be expected to ~~handwave~~ write a paper on one of the topics we have discussed in class; classics students may write in Latin, Greek or English, though you will be expected to refer to relevant texts in the original tongues if you write in English. I will expect proposals from each of you a week from today, on April 25."

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Listen to the lectures, pass notes, ask questions. Etc.

Janet took a lot of notes on Roman mythology, looking for any Tok'ra names she recognized. She'd listened curiously to the African literature lecture for a while too.

"Professor, do you have any information on Egeria? I think she was supposed to be a Roman patron deity of fountains." She didn't look over at Liz when she asked.

Dream nodded. "She was a water nymph, known as the second wife and counselor of the second king of Rome, Numa Pompilius.

"She gave wisdom and prophecy in return for simple libations of water or milk at her sacred grove, near where the Baths of Caracalla were erected in the 3rd century. Egeria was associated by Romans with Diana, and women in childbirth called for her aid."

"She sounds much nicer than some of the more major deities," said Janet. "Thanks, Professor."

Elizabeth was too busy making a mess with the plums to react to anything.

"Hungry?" whispered Janet. She hadn't even bothered to try slicing her starfruit up and was nibbling on it instead.

Elizabeth looked up, sucking plumb juice from her fingers. "I missed breakfast," she said sheepishly.

Janet blinked slowly at that sight. "That was probably a bad idea," she said. "Did you oversleep?"

"Probably, yes. I have a granola bar in my bag, but hey, there's fruit," Elizabeth grinned, eying up another plum and then her now (mostly clean) hands. "I did. Normally you wake me when you leave for ACJ on Tuesdays."

"I can't argue with that," said Janet, nodding at the starfruit she was eating. "You know, I noticed you were still sleeping, but I figured you had your alarm clock set."

Elizabeth picked up an apple instead. She wouldn't make as much of a mess with that. "I thought I had done, but obviously not. At least I woke up before class!"

"As long as you don't try and blame me," said Janet, rolling her eyes. "Yes, getting to class on time is good, especially as we were told about our final projects today."

"I wouldn't dream of blaming you for it," Elizabeth said wide-eyed. "Well, I like being on time just in general. I hate being late. Absolutely hate it."

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Anders, having given up on the soapy coffee, retrieves a bottle of Gatorade from his backpack and sips from that all through class as he takes notes.

"What's with the Romans co-opting everybody else's gods, anyway?" he asks. "Were their own gods kinda crappy? ~~Like Jeff the God of Biscuits and Simon the God of Hairdos?~~?"

Dream almost chuckled at that. "In a way," he said. "They built their civilization largely by borrowing, rather than creating."

Anders grinned sheepishly. "Well, at least they had pretty good taste when they picked 'em. It's pretty interesting that farming and fighting both got so much focus in their religion."

John, still sleepy, puts his head on the desk. Just for a moment.

[[what happens if John sleeps and dreams in Dream's class?]]

Not interrupting his lecture, Dream lightly went to stand by the young man and concetrated on seeing what was inside that always-drowsy head.

[OOC: Something like this, if you want.]

It only takes a minute for John to dream, and what a normal dream it was. At first. It never starts off as a nightmare.

[[sure. Something I've been wanting to do all semester is have John fall asleep in Dream's class]]

Dream looked more closely, testing, tasting the realm of the dream. It seemed as though there could be great evil in it, or great good.

The other students in the room would notice nothing.

New in the tableau was Miss Agatha Clay, decked in labcoat and blonde Einstein hairdo, with a hunchbacked Sam Carter, working in a laboratory--make that a laboratory, a metal skeleton on the slab. Lightning thundered overhead as Sam cranked a lightning rod to the heavens.

In the shadows, Dream observed.

"Mrs. Shelley," was his only comment.

The lightning rod strained to meet the heavens, which were under as much turmoil as teens dealing with hormones. Lightning played overhead as thunder deafened. Dingbots huddled in the corners. In large glass bottles, the heads of Kawalsky, Janet, Kiki, and Sydney oversee the events and turn to talk to each other.

Everything was ready.

Purely to amuse himself, Dream flooded the room with strawberry jam. Thousands of wee, toothless sharks swam through the foot-deep jelly.

The heads of his friends started bobbing along to the jamflood, eating as much as bodiless heads in jars can eat. Agatha started making corrections, and the Terminator now has a butterknife attatchment on each forefinger.