[THE ENGLISH CLASSROOM] [OPEN]

[vitaelamorte.livejournal.com]

Who: All residents of the Mansion.
Where The English 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:
This room is lined wall to wall with books, and right in front of you, in the desk you've been dropped into, is a small, neatly-bound edition of Alice in Wonderland, illustrations and all. In front of the class, there's a faceless teacher (resembling the vendors out back) droning a lecture. He's literally droning-- there isn't an intelligible word in what he's saying, and if you focus too much on it, you'll fall asleep.

If you're not looking for it, at the edges of your vision, you might see words crawling up along the walls... but when you look, they're gone.

Should you eyes stray or you attempt to leave the class, the books will literally fly from the shelves to angrily flutter around you/smack you, babbling excerpts from their contents as they go. The only way out lies within the words of your book.

A sign above the door reads 'What is a raven like?'

Comments

[miserablefate.livejournal.com]

Fakir hadn't even laid eyes on a single word before Yz...Principal Amzy came in, momentarily shook up things in a terrifying sort of way. One of the books, of course, managed to land directly on Fakir's head.

Fakir spared a glance back at Vexen that was something between a sharp glare and a general look of annoyance. He knew failing grades did not matter one bit, but if this was English, he decided he did not want to see what gym looked like. At all. Then, he turned around and scribbled something on the back of the note and tossed it back.

Fine. Though I don't see how some nonsense book will be of any help.

Though, despite his whining, true to his word he opened the book and began to read.

[missichihara.livejournal.com]

Ahh, now this was a bit more like it. Moving words and interesting things. It felt like home already. But the teacher, he had to go. She'd been listening to him for only minutes before she started to fall asleep. So boring, so annoying. So .... sleepy. Her eyes drifted closed before she could think of helping Fakir with the riddle of the door. Head started to turn and drift to the desk. So boring, so sleepy.

THUD!

THUNK

flapflapflap'Friends, Romans, countrymen!'flapflapflap'shall I compare thee ...'flapflapflap'It was a long slow day'flapflapflap

She started swatting at the books, trying to shove them away and stop them from assaulting her.

[cryopathic.livejournal.com]

Vexen caught the note from Fakir, flicking it between his fingers, and nodded, though he knew the boy wouldn't be able to see it. The cuts on his face stung, one of them deep enough to start trickling blood down his cheek-- he heard the fluttering of pages and stiffened, but this time, his own head wasn't the target.

He hesitated-- the woman wasn't a familiar face, and it was her own fault for falling asleep-- and then, with a muttered curse, he stood abruptly from his desk and strode over, ignoring the way books began to peel off the shelves, following him

If nothing else, he might distract the books attacking Yuuko with himself.

Hopefully, Fakir could find a clue and they'd be able to get out of here and not get thrown into Gym class. It didn't sound promising. And wasn't that shrill woman...?

[missichihara.livejournal.com]

If she were able to make them stop then things would be much easier. Still, she grabbed on book and slammed it closed, sweeping at the books attacking the two of them.

"I know the answer." She whispered out. If she were to tell this man then it would be easy to have equal trade. One escape for another after all.

[cryopathic.livejournal.com]

Vexen let out a distinctly undignified yelp as a book 'bit' his fingers, and he retaliated by slamming it against one of the unoccupied desks-- amusingly, the teacher just kept lecturing as though they weren't there.

"What is the answer?" he barked back, not in the mood to play games.

[missichihara.livejournal.com]

She kept swatting away books with the one in her hand. A dictionary of all things silly and unbelievably bizarre. "It's a writing desk, a raven is like a writing desk."

At the yelled answer words burned into the door spelling 'why?' and the door opened.

[cryopathic.livejournal.com]

That was all the opening Vexen needed. Nodding his head curtly, he snapped out at Fakir, jerking his head towards the door. "You, boy!" Fakir was a distant acquaintance at best, and the situation a bit too pressing to recall his name at once. "The door's open! Let's get out of here!"

For a brief moment, he looked at Yuuko, then inclined his head in silent thanks, before smacking away another stray book and bolting through the open door--

And disappearing into an optical illusion.