[THE SCIENCE CLASSROOM] [OPEN]

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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.

Comments

[madeinoblivion.livejournal.com]

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?"

[keptconfined.livejournal.com]

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!"

[madeinoblivion.livejournal.com]

"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..."