Abnormal Psychology (10-13-05)

[crazyvampchick]

The blinds are gone, replaced by thin, gauzy, cream-colored curtains, but the windows have been covered over with thick, black paint that flakes off if touched. The student's desks have been removed, and six small, round tables covered in white linen tablecloths and set for tea are in the room instead. If one were to open a teapot and look inside, there is black tea steeping within, and under covered plates are pastries for students to snack on. Each table has three chairs at it. The overhead lights are off, but floor lamps have been set up by each table, giving a small radius of light around each grouping of students.

"Some of you weren't here," says Drusilla, sitting cross-legged on top of her desk. "Not for a class or two, at least, and last week was cancelled because Daddy Angelus needed a clear space for his little project at the elections. Some of you had excused absences." She makes a little meowing sound, and laughs to herself. "Some of you probably forgot that you signed up for classes...or just vanished."

She hops off the desk and walks over to the blackboard, which is shattered and cracked except for one small square. Drusilla picks up a piece of chalk and begins writing. "Detention," she says, giggling to herself. "Such fun, such fun..."

The list of students with detention reads as follows: Anders ([Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]), Roy ([Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]), Carrie Bradshaw ([Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]), and Londo Mollari ([Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]).

After writing out the detention list, she pulls open one of her desk drawers and slips out a small, bound book. Were one able to look more closely at it, the page would have the names of the students who have attended each class. "Show up to class today and play along, and I may be nice enough to take your name off my list."

"Now," says Drusilla. "Let's have class. We're going to perform an applied exercise once you've all arrived and signed in. Those of you who want to apply to be my Teaching Assistant should fill out the form after we've begun the class exercise. Your answers will be kept private."

OOC: I asked yesterday if people minded if Drusilla hypnotized their characters. If you don't mind, and didn't get a chance to answer, please post in that thread and let me know if it's okay. Drusilla will not hypnotize anyone without OOC consent. Also, if you didn't show up to the last class, and you want to be hypnotized, you get whatever disorder Dru pulls out of her sick, diseased little mind.

Also, no harm will come to anyone who drinks the tea or eats the biscuits. It's ordinary food this time.

ETA: OOC Note: Today's class is important, so please post by tomorrow morning at the latest or Dru will schedule you for detention this weekend. And then she'll run detention. :)

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[crazyvampchick]

"But such a delightful perfume," murmurs Drusilla. "I hope the trip was entertaining." She smiles at Wednesday and hands her a sheet of paper containing the definition of Dementia. "Do you remember our last class?"

[addams-daughter.livejournal.com]

"I do." Wednesday glanced down at the sheet.

[crazyvampchick]

"Tell me," then, says Drusilla, glancing around the room at the other students. "Do you like dementia best in others, or in yourself?"

[addams-daughter.livejournal.com]

Wednesday looked around at the rest of the class thoughtfully. "It's all in perspective, really. I've never suffered from dementia myself, after all. I would have to say that it would be extremely interesting to see people lose their perspective and their time sense... but most of them act like that already."

[crazyvampchick]

"Is it loss of perspective?" asks Drusilla. "Or are their priorities different from yours?" She glances over at Vala. "Though I am curious why you say their sense of time has melted into the air." She waits patiently for Wednesday to meet her eyes. She can be patient. It will happen eventually.

[addams-daughter.livejournal.com]

"Because they don't pay attention." Wednesday frowned slightly before looking up, as if to prove her point. "You don't get anywhere if you don't pay attention to the details."



((OOC: Thus proving herself totally unobservant. *headdesk* Crazy Wednesday. She's thinking about that TA application instead of her insane professor. That'll teach her. One hopes.))

[crazyvampchick]

"That's right, darling girl," purrs Drusilla, leaning forward. "Details are so very important, but the delusional never see them." She smiles as she stares, searchingly, into Wednesday's eyes, delving into dark and shadowed places that make Drusilla laugh in delight. "The class exercise today is to have dementia." Drusilla pulls back as she twists and turns the channels of thought enough to fit just right. "And to show the others what it's really like."


OOC: *laughing* Oh, God, I adore, adore, adore her. I wish she'd won the SC election, though you'd probably have no spare time if she had. And BTW, if you hadn't figured it out, as got prior permission last night, this is the hypnosis comment. Cool? The atmosphere works out so much better if you don't have to do a comment asking if it's okay.

Feel free to make it last for the class period, or longer if you want. It should last about a day, Dru's thinking. Interact with the other students--Vala's busy pining over Dean Bristow right now--and have fun. Oh, and fill out the TA application. :)

[addams-daughter.livejournal.com]

Wednesday blinked once, twice, looked down at her books and then up at Drusilla again. "I'm going to be late for Deviancy!" Grabbing her books, she shot to her feet and fled the classroom... apparently unaware that her Sociology class had been yesterday.


((OOC: ... the TA app turned into an exercise of slightly demented free-association. Not at all what I'd had in mind, but here's hoping it amuses.))

[crazyvampchick]

Drusilla waved at Wednesday's fleeing figure.

((OOC: Oh, it was beautiful. I nearly died laughing while reading it!))

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

*falls into step behind her*

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lalala except maybe an orange one
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