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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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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.

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