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[THE SCIENCE CLASSROOM] [OPEN]

Who: All residents of the Mansion.
Where The Science Room
When: During the Mad Mod event.
Rating: PG. \o/
Summary: Today the Mansion's turned into a most unusual sort of learning environment. Can you survive the perils of Education, now with its own unique Mansion flavor? [Note that while your character can only be in one of the classrooms to start with, they can sure as hell escape... only to land into another. Feel free to interact with one another. \o/ Hey, you might even rescue your poor friends!]
the Story:
The entire ceiling of the ballroom-sized classroom has been turned into the Periodic table (though for some absurd reason, some of them have been replaced-- 'De: Delicious' and 'H: Happy' and so forth), and there’s several large models of helixes and chemical compounds littered throughout the room. Feel like experimenting? Go right ahead, but don't accidentally turn yourself into a worm or a puddle of goo.

Quite the pleasant scientific atmosphere, really, though if you look around enough, you'll realize there's quite an ugly assortment of poorly stuffed animals in one corner-- there's even an ugly rabbit, of all things, holding a flamingo like a club.

But don't take too long to enjoy the sights: there’s some giant vials of steaming, fluorescent acid that look just about ready to tip over, so once you're in, you'd better find a way out.

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One never rested entirely easy on nights after the heralding of an event. Sometimes soon, sometimes in a few days, you could wake up upside down, in someone else's body, with a terminal sickness, with a morgue drawer as your bed...

But waking up in restraints, clamped down to a chair and apparently alone in a checkboarded room was at first entirely more terrifying than expected, although Arland would later never admit it. Perhaps it was because Namine on the Other Side had given him those memories of being strapped down and tinkered with...

And so for several minutes he'd struggled with it in a blind panic, darkness pulsing across the floor in quick shocks of energy and successfully sending the first hypnoscreen that dared flash itself before his face into static. He thrashed at the chair and hollered for Namine, hollered for Vexen, hoping against hope it would be his own and not the mad one...

And after several minutes which seemed like hours, the chair finally decided it had taken enough of the brat, and saw to flip itself over and dump him unceremoniously in what else? ...But a science lab. At least he'd landed in a pile of something soft.

Normally he'd brush himself off with a scornful scoff of irony, but it took several moments to pull himself shaken from the mess of fur, pressure of dark on his heart and adrenaline drumming. He didn't even notice the stuffed cats still blinking.

All this time in the mansion and he hadn't really been exposed to anything like that fear, none that he could remember...fighting something physically only made him feel braver, but when it was a near futile struggle to break free-

Arland scrambled to his knees and stared wildly around at the wide space, instincts on a taut line, and hurried towards the walls and anything that looked as if it might be a door or passageway, shoving one of the oversized helix structures out of his way and calling up Soul Eater into his hand and then trying for the names of his mansion acquaintances at the top of his lungs..

Bad event. Bad event. Not liking this one at all so far.

Being kept in the manor and having to learn everything from his parents' faces to actually speaking didn't leave much room for learning a lot outside of the basics in most subjects - and even then, it was only if the red-head listened to his tutor. Even if he had listened though, or had been taught more than just the basics, he wouldn't have known what was going on in this room. This definitely something you usually found in Auldrant.

His confusion didn't negate the fact that he was going to act like an idiot no matter what the situation though, and a cocky one at that."What the hell is this?" he asked aloud, peering over top a neon green vial. Steam poured over the top of it, which really should have been his first clue not to do so, and it smelled pretty bad too, but that didn't stop curiosity from getting the better of him.

The replica whirled around with a ripple of energy that changed a whole row of floor tiles to black and sent several other vials on the oversized test tube rack into a violent reaction which left them nearly bubbling over, facing the source of a new voice.

"Who's th- Oh..."

He didn't lower Soul Eater though, although the presence of another person seemed to calm him slightly.

"I wouldn't mess around with all of that. Who knows what it is?"

Sometimes Luke was as dense as a brick and couldn't see danger if it smacked him in the head and introduced itself. He saw the black tiles, but was oblivious to any warning they might have been giving off to the person he was talking to. "Who's messing? I just want to know what it is. It has to be important if it's here, right? I mean, I haven't seen anything like it before..."

He turned around when he heard the violent hissing of the vials near the other guy, and then his gaze turned to the weapon he was holding. " Hey, hold it! What's the big idea? I'm not going to attack!"

"Leave it alone." He advised warningly, already backing away from the precarious chemicals. There had to be a proper door around here somewhere, but with all the monochrome and the dizzying reel of spinning circles still occasionally flickering at the corners of his vision, it was hard to search out.

"Good." But Arland didn't let the sword fade away, he just levelled it in an different direction. "...So this isn't the mirror-side."

Studying the ceiling tiles for some kind of hidden clue in the periodic table squares, he paced up and down one length of the wall, dark wisping defensively at his heels, in a creeping shadow that seemingly had no source...the whole room was lit the same throughout.

"I've got to find a way back to Namine, she's got to be somewhere else in the mansion." the replica worried determinedly aloud "If they have her in a chair like that too..."

James was drawn almost immediately to the various compounds and materials scattered around the room. So, he had landed in Potions? It sort of looked like Potions, but with more creepy stuffed animals with moving eyes, and less dark and gloomy in general.

But none of the ingredients we familiar to him at all. They didn't sound like anything James had even heard of before. He picked up one that looked sort of interesting and peered at it through the strange containers - where where all of the cauldrons?

" Die-thigh-lean try...what is this stuff?" he muttered, investigating it. He pick up another vial that swirled a couple of interesting colors.

He began to wonder dangerous things then - what would happen if he drank them? If he gave them to someone else? Or - and he grinned as it occurred to him - what would happen if he mixed them together? It could be amazing, he realized. He'd have to find the two most interesting ones and combine them, just to see.

What was the worst that could happen anyway?

"No! Geez! Are you crazy!" Arland hissed, eyes widening at the appearance of another mansion regular...but at least it was James. At least they were familiar. "Don't mess with that! It's event stuff and they're obviously trying to control us somehow here. Don't trust anything. We need to find the rest of everybody."

" But...they're probably expecting us to be too careful!" James said. " So maybe they'll do something helpful! Or extra helpful, if combined."

Obviously, this was the wrong room to drop James Potter into.

" The odds are just as good that it will do something good, and not something bad," he said. " Those are pretty good odds. I think it's worth a shot, don't you? Maybe it'll explode - that would be incredible! Maybe this purple one would help for that. Purple's a good exploding color, don't you think?"

"No way!" He grit his teeth, already imagining how wonderful it would be if some deadly combination of noxious fumes turned them all into mindless drooling puppets like...like Beast Boy over there (oh crap!), or the suspiciously realistic-looking plush toys in that corner. "No, you- hey, cut that out! James! Help me snap Beast Boy out of it."

Meanwhile, Beast Boy had once again fallen victim to the hypnotic screens. If he was capable of any sort of thought, he'd be extremely pissed off that the mansion had to turn into Mad Mod's school, that he was strapped to the stupid rubber chair in the science room, and that he'd been hypnotized again.

But he wasn't capable of thought. Instead, he just sat in his chair, moaning like a zombie and drooling all over himself while his eyes reflected the hypnotic swirls.

The restraints were not nearly as bad as they could've been, mostly because he was already so thin. (That's CLAMP for you.) The hardest part was trying to wriggle out with his eyes closed. A few minutes later, he had escaped from the chair and was running to the exit as fast he could when he noticed some green thing sitting in a chair, drooling all over himself.

Clovis was about to go on, to save himself of course, but he stopped and thought it over. He couldn't find anyone he knew in this classroom to help him, and the prospect of going alone through the mansion didn't seem at all inviting. He quickly went over to the chair, and pulled on the restraints. It took some time, but eventually, the restraint clicked and snapped off. He waved his hand in front of Beast Boy, trying to get him out of the hypnotic state.

"Hello?" He questioned, waving his hand in front of Beast Boy's face. Impatient, he grabbed the boy only to have his own hands drenched in Beast Boy's drool. He pulled back his hands, and gave a small, surprised (and girly) shriek. Those were his best gloves!

The shriek caught the replica's attention from across the room, and Arland looked between James, Clovis and Beast Boy in an uneasy panic. If those chairs were here too-

"What's wrong with Beast Boy?" He risked abandoning Potter to his purple chemical explosions for a moment, skidding to a stop beside the chair and lifting his shoe with a low, disgusted noise...yeah, BB was drooling a lot. "Is he awake? What did the mansion do to- Did Kite Data Drain him?" That was the next plausible explanation, although the tell-tale spirals in his eyes and the memory of those screens came to mind shortly after.

"Hey! Snap out of it, Beast Boy! C'mon, we've gotta... (Here, help me get him loose.)" Arland looked desperately at the blonde, then yanked Beast Boy's head up by the hair and roughed him from side to side a little, trying to jar him out of it. "Hey! Beast Boy! Wake up! Its an event! You idiot, c'mon, get up, we've gotta move! Beaaaasstt boooooooy, I'm stealing your moped! I'm slathering raw steak all over your tofu! Kite's dumped you for Saix's raptor! I'm putting saran wrap over your toilet seat! Your pants are on the chandelier!"

He'd finally managed his escape from the computer lab. Worse for wear as he was wearing what Soubi had decided to put him in. He'd been hoping for a closet to change out of this stupid outfit. Soubi was such a stupid pervert. Why couldn't he have just left him alone to try and get out of there. Instead he had to play dress up and put him in this. Stupid, stupid Soubi.

He felt a large hand grab him by the back of the corset and literally boot him into the science lab. "AND DON'T LET US CATCH YOU SKIPPING AGAIN!"

Thump!

SKIIIIIIIDDDDDDD

CRASH! Right into a table holding a batch of chemicals. Of course they fell and covered the boy in bright neon colors .... and his hair turned a lovely shade of BRIGHT RED.

Conserving what little dignity he had left at this point he tugged down on the corset and straightened it before looking around. There were people in here, so it could be worse right? And no one could play dress up with him here. At least he hoped not .... unless they're going put him in something normal. He noticed Arland and Beast Boy and a few other people that he had seen over the network. "What's going on? What's wrong with him?"

Even Clovis' hilariously girly scream of horrified disgust wasn't enough to arouse Beast Boy from his hypnotized state. Under normal circumstances, he would have chuckled and thanked the other guy for helping him out of his bonds. Under current circumstances, all he could manage was to fall to the side and lean heavily on Clovis, drooling like a rabid dog all the while. At this point, one had to wonder just how it was physically possible to produce this much saliva. But luckily, no one really cared enough to question this minor lapse in logic, so the excuse 'It's Teen Titans' remained a perfectly acceptable explanation.

"Ahhhhhhhhh...." was Beast Boy's eloquent response to Clovis' shriek. No matter how loud anyone yelled or how hard they hit, Beast Boy would remain to stare blankly with swirling eyes. No, there was only one way for him to regain his mind and inform everyone what was going on.

He had to laugh.

Given BB's sense of humor and his usual company, that achievement may take a while.

Arland peered into his eyes as long as he dared before dizzily shaking his head, stepping again out of the trickle of saliva. Yeah. That was pretty gross.

"Geez, Beast Boy, you're like a spit faucet or something." He grumbled, not even having the heart to pull a decent prank on him while he was out in a stupor.

"...I'm going to call you Loogie from now on."

In one brilliant, shining moment, Beast Boy was just immature enough to find the word "loogie" hilarious. He snorted, chuckling to himself as his eyes cleared. It only took two seconds for him to realize that his entire front was drenched in drool and that he couldn't remember a single thing from the past few hours.

Beast Boy blinked. And then he let out a long, angry scream before going on a small rant.

"NOT AGAIN! I SWEAR, IF I GET HYPNOTIZED ONE MORE TIME IN MY ENTIRE LIFE, I'LL GO NUTS. LIKE, ARKHAM NUTS."

Breathing heavily from his outburst and trying desperately to wipe as much drool off of himself as possible, he calmed down just enough to realize what was going on.

"...Since when did the mansion become Mad Mod's place?"

Oh hey. Welcome to the waking world, Beast Boy. Arland flinched back from the scream, ears already hurting from Clovis' shriek.

"You're already Arkham Nuts, whatever that is." He responded with a wrinkle of his nose, wishing there were tissues or something to shove at the drooling shapeshifter, so he could mop down his front.

Hauling him out of his seat, after the darkness crept and crawled off his hands and ate away at at the restraints, he frowned and shrugged. "...Since we woke up strapped down in rubber chairs."

And the thought of that again made him feel unsettled, anxious to get out of here.

"Mad what? Wait, you know what all this is?"

"I'm not Arkham nuts 'till I try and kill people with laughing gas or plants or something," he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand one more time for good measure.

Beast Boy stumbled as he was hauled to his feet, not even batting an eyelash at Arland's display of darkness. He'd have time to talk powers later. He rubbed his head tiredly; hypnosis always gave him headaches.

"Yeah, Mad Mod. Villain on our world. This looks like the demented school he sent my team to after he decided that we were 'misbehaving' or something by saving the world. Lots of illusions, lots of lasers, lots of hypno screens. Last time, he had to fill our--"

Beast Boy's mind blanked as he tried to finish the sentence. He knew there was a word that was supposed to go there, and he knew that he'd known it. Still, his mind danced around the word and his tongue refused to say it. A flash of worry spread through him, that holy shit, the mansion took his memory too! But he had to push it aside for now. He'd have to deal with it when he wasn't trapped in some cracked-out science room.

He shook his head before continuing. "--knock out gas. Anyway. If you see a British dude with red hair and white pants and bad teeth, kick his butt."

"Gas, huh." Surprisingly, for being a little woozy, Beast Boy seemed to be the only one with any idea of what was going on, so he threw a little trust to the sort-of-rival and steadied him "Well don't go that nuts then, and don't look at those screens. C'mon-"

The chemicals were now frothing up and spilling over dangerously, and there didn't seem much reason to stick around and play. Not when there were illusions and lazers around, and potentially a girlfriend in trouble.

"Lets just get out of here before James tries and explodes anything." Arland decided for the good of both of them, half-dragging him by the arm towards the door. "I've got to find Namine and you should probably find Kite."

He paused at that description, unsure at the description, but the butt kicking part should be no issue. "...British- Um, got it. Bad teeth."

Beast Boy nodded, stumbling after Arland as he tried to keep his head clear. "And by the way, if those things get me again, say something funny. Apparently that wakes me up from Mod's screens."

The main hallway to Mad Mod's mansion was a sight BB had never thought, nor hoped, he'd ever see again. The spiral staircase and endless doors remained unchanged, mocking anyone who ever thought one of the doors could possibly lead to a way out. The hero glared at the familiar sight before turning to Arland.

"Okay, first thing's first: none of these doors are gonna lead to outside. They're just gonna lead to more hallways or right back here. Or... at least that's how it was with Mad Mod's school. Not sure how it's gonna work with the mansion. But if we can't find Kite and Namine inside anywhere, let's just start blasting our way out."

"Something funny like what?" He half-growled, eyes darting around their newly refurbished mansion. Great. Monochrome like Oblivion, with a penchant for more checkered patches of black and the occasional Union Jack.

At least there were no more restraining chairs in sight.

"Blasting?" For once he actually listened to Beast Boy's plan, nodding thoughtfully. Doors that went around in circles. No getting outside. Not that outside would be any help. "Okay. You turn into an elephant or something, I'll see what the darkness can-"

He squinted around at the forced perspective, the harsh contrast of the place a little dizzying in and of itself.

"Hm. So is this all just a head-trick in here, what we can see?"

"I dunno! Jokes, funny words, burping, those kinds of things!" Jeez, did no one around here have a sense of humor?! Beast Boy crossed his arms irritably before continuing with a shrug.

"No clue. Last time, Robin had to go and find the real Mad Mod and mess around with the control room, but I've got no clue if there even is a control room if there's no Mad Mod..."

The mansion had ways of distorting memories to its own purposes, after all. Who knew what it would do with his? Oh well, at least it wasn't anything with Slade or Terra or Raven's dad or Robin's craziness.

"I say we go looking for 'em. Just be careful and know that not everything is what it seems."

Ritsuka had been standing behind Arland and listening the whole time. Red chemical dripping from his hair onto his corset and the floor. He'd preferred to keep a low profile after what Soubi had done to him in the computer lab.

"So all we have to do is find the Mad Mod?" Not that Ritsuka knew anything about him, but from the description he'd probably stand out. Maybe he and Soubi could help then. Or just him.

Beast Boy nodded. "Even if the real one isn't here, there's probably an illusion of him somewhere. Or at least someone like him running this place. Maybe one of the original residents? If we can just--"

Before he could utter another word, and hypno screen popped out of the wall directly in front of his face. Beast Boy wobbled unsteadily for a moment before falling on Arland, once again moaning like a zombie and drooling everywhere.

"You're...looking really weird there" Arland told Ritsuka flat out, glancing over his shoulder once with a grimace at...whatever the hell that was the mad mansion had shoved the poor boy in.

...By the time he'd turned his attention to Beast Boy again, the Teen Titan was collapsing back into his arms...catching him with a grunt, the replica heaved him upright and murmured quickly in his ear the most ludicrous thing he could think of, which was- "Vexen in a tutu."

The boy frowned, annoyed with Soubi all over again.

"Soubi and I were locked in the computer lab. Don't let anyone play with your dress up doll." He noticed Beast Boy collapsing again.

"Uh .... " He really couldn't think of anything, so he hoped Arland could. Instead he just walked around and stood in front of Beast Boy.

"Next time just remind him of me. Maybe that would help." Seriously, the boy KNEW he looked ridiculous.

Unfortunately, Beast Boy was traumatized from the last incident of seeing Vexen crossdress, so all Arland earned in response was a tongue lolling out of the corner of the hero's mouth, dripping saliva onto Arland's shoulder.

TRY AGAIN, REPLICA.

"Ew..." He grimaced and brushed the string of drool off his shoulder, rubbing it off like a true gentleman on the thighs of his own jumpsuit.

"So no tutu, huh...Puppy-Marluxia down the garbage chute?" Arland offered weakly, starting along across the hall while pulling Beast Boy with a hand on each arm. "Uh..." He wracked his brain for something hilarious, and after taking another glance at Ritsuka, the first thing that came to his mind were the 40's Pin-Ups he's seen in Jack Harkness' room during the event where they'd all swapped bodies. Classic. Scandalous. Intriguing. Curvy. Slightly Horrific.

"Uh..eheh- B-" The boy snorted into a smirking hiss of a laugh a bit, before blurting the rest out sheepishly. "..Boob Tassles?"

Ritsuka looked sick. "You're disgusting." That just sounded like something Soubi would say .... or wear.

It was like a flip switched in his mind. Immediately the drooling ceased and his eyes became bright as Beast Boy erupted into laughter. Good thing he was immature enough to find that absolutely hilarious.

After he managed to catch his breath, he stared down in dismay at the front of his shirt.

"Damn it!"

Arland arched a brow at him, folding his arms.

"Yeah, you're kinda disgusting." No comment about how he thought 'Boob tassles' just might do the trick, he was just relieved to have Beast Boy upright and conscious again.

He motioned the shapeshifter and Ritsuka into a huddle.

"So I have an idea." He announced, looking carefully to Beast Boy, who might be the one to confirm this. "If this is all an illusion or some kind of crazy mind trick, what if we all just walk around closing our eyes?" We can feel around our way to a part of the mansion we're familiar with, then find where everything's supposed to be."

"Unless the event's given the illusion more power. Since the mansion can change itself it could be real here." He sighed, running his hand through his hair in frustration and annoyance. He just wanted this event to end.

Florian wasn't sure how he'd managed to escape that chair, but the classroom he'd found himself in was pretty interesting. What were all these funny bottles and figures and stuff? And the ceiling was fun to look at, too, though he couldn't read all of it very well.

"Ooh..." He'd caught sight of the stuffed animals now. They were weird-looking, sure, but that didn't stop him from wanting to play around with them. And oh, were those drinks over there? They were all different colors, too! Maybe they were different kinds of fruit juice. He dragged one of the deformed animals over to the table, wondering if he should try drinking something.

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