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]

"You have to suffer and be strong," says Drusilla sympathetically. "Prove yourself worthy of his love."

She watches Vala scribble on a napkin. "Are you writing poetry?"

OOC: Hee! Hey, if you want the hypnosis to last longer than a day or until Dru removes it, feel free. *snicker*

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes. *nods emphatically* I'm no good at poetry! (But fear my Google-fu!;-) But I have to try, right?

*looks up, heartbroken* He's just been alone for so long!


[OOC: Nah, I suspect the day will sufice for her to make a big public fool of herself. ;-) ]

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"You bitch!" Jack bellows. He launches himself at her and knocks them both over onto the floor. He's scrambling to get his hands around her throat.

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

What? *chokes* Jack! No! Not you!

*kicks back at him, getting loose for a moment*

No! No, don't do this! It's too late for us! If Jack finds out what you're doing he'll kill you! in step four I can't leave him with that on his conscience as well!


[OOC: Damn! You beat me to it! ;-) ]

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"You'll never get my secrets! I know you're there, sneaking and twisting and trying to scoop out my brain then kill me." He loses his grip on Vala when she briefly grows spikes out of her skin and rakes at his hands with her teeth. Flinging himself backwards to get away from her, he reaches out and grabs her ankle. "I've got to kill you before you kill me."

[OOC: Too damn many Jacks!]

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

No! You can't kill me! Not before I tell my darling how I feel! *aims to kick Harkness in the teeth* That I return his love! That he has not suffered so long in vain!

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

*twists, barely avoids foot huge heavy club made of some odd shimmering metal, and takes the blow on his shoulder which loosens his grip*

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

*squirms away and backs up*

We have a past; we're friends, so I won't tell him, Harkness. It would just be too much for everyone. Fighting over me... and you'd lose. I'd feel terrible.

But please, please don't make this any harder on yourself than it already is!

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

*Jack tries to stand up, and falls over*

My legs! Someone stole my legs!

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

No! Oh, no! *looks horrified* See? Jack's watching us all the time! You have to stop this before it goes any further! You don't know the things he's capable of!

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

_{[*falls over dead from laughing so hard I can't tell you omg*]}

[crazyvampchick]

"Try 'effulgent,'" says Drusilla wistfully. "I've always found it terribly romantic."

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

*looks awed* Yes! That's it! That's the perfect word to describe our love! *is promptly barrelled over by Harkness*