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. :)

Comments

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

*Jack signs in*

[[OOC: Since I picked my favorite disorder based on how much fun the sounds were, feel free to switch it on me or keep it.]]

[crazyvampchick]

She waits until Jack signs in and takes a seat. "I'm very disappointed in you," says Drusilla sternly. She holds up a piece of paper with the definition of Tardive Dyskenisia on it. "This is a neurological disorder, not a psychological one." She takes out a pen and writes "FAILED" on it in bright turquoise blue ink. "Would you like to make it up to me today?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Please don't kill me I want to live.

Yes, definitely. What do I need to do?

[crazyvampchick]

I wouldn't kill you now, beautiful boy, there are too many witnesses. It wouldn't be nearly so much fun.

"You need to participate in the class exercise," snaps Drusilla. "Properly." She holds his gaze, twisting and turning in his mind until she has what she wants. "You have paranoid schizophrenia. Everyone--yes, everyone--is out to harm you. Perhaps you're even out to harm yourself? Act like it."

OOC: Okay, the usual spiel: You have been whammied. It lasts either through the class period or for a day, whichever you want. Please feel free to interact with Dru, the other students in class, and students outside of class. Mostly, have fun with it.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

{OOC: Definitely need to show up in Speech class like this tomorrow, just to mess with CJ's head, so at least a 24-hour period. Now going to go attack Vala. Whee!)

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack propels his chair back so sharply that it falls over backwards. He falls to the ground and realizes that it's covered with shards of glass that all seem intent on jumping up and biting him. "Arrrrgh!" He smacks them off, and they skitter away, laughing to each other.

He looks around wildly. Everyone seems to be gelatinous blobs not unlike Rover's lava lamp except one. Vala. She's studiously bending over a piece of paper, but he knows she's the one who did this to him.

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

*watches with interest*

oR mayBE it's THE other way arOUnd?