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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. :)

Date: 2005-10-13 09:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/
*shakes head*
"Secrets are bad. Very very. Sometimes you just need to strangle someone and get it over with."

Date: 2005-10-13 09:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aka-vala.livejournal.com
*nods* Oh, I know. He's probably done horrible, horrible things.

But he loves me? How can I not forgive that?

Date: 2005-10-13 09:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/
"And sometimes the horses like to eat people and make cookies." She nods sagely.

Date: 2005-10-13 09:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aka-vala.livejournal.com
*shakes head... unrequited love... it's so sad*

He'll never understand it from that. *pats her shoulder* Keep trying though. Don't ever give up! *smiles dreamily* It's worth it!

Date: 2005-10-13 09:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/
Faith glares at Vala. "And the black helicopters will blow off Auntie Em and dance on tables. And then you'll see-eeee!"

Date: 2005-10-13 11:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] medusae-x.livejournal.com
Duce glares at Faith and Vala as they talk, scowling darkly. A muscle in her jaw begins to twitch as though she's rapidly clenching and unclenching her jaw. Catching Faith's glare, Duce explodes out of her seat, bellowing at Vala, "Would you just SHUT THE FUCK UP already?! Can't you see you're bothering her? For the love of yellow rubbery fuck just. shut. up!"

Date: 2005-10-13 11:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/
Faith stared at Duce, and smiled. "You fly in the helicopters over the rainbow too!" She began to applaud, but stopped quickly, glancing at Vala.
"Sorry. The curry and paintings don't talk to you. I shouldn't be funny."

Date: 2005-10-13 11:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] medusae-x.livejournal.com
Visibly calming at Faith's words, Duce nods absently, "We have our own curry. It's ok that you're funny. Funny isn't trout laughing thing."

Date: 2005-10-13 11:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/
Faith shuddered. "Trout. What can you do? The taxis and the listerine can help with that, you know."

Date: 2005-10-13 11:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] medusae-x.livejournal.com
Duce tilts her head inquiringly, "Really? Listerine? We thought you had to farthingale the emo trunk to get it to stop."

Date: 2005-10-13 11:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/
"Emo trunk?" Faith stares in shock. "Are you mad? The cameras and bones make it crazy and not fluffy."

Date: 2005-10-14 02:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] medusae-x.livejournal.com
"Totally not fluffy." Duce shakes her head sadly, "But we've never gotten the mattress to slide along the skateboard without it before, except that one time, with the flies." Wrinkling her nose, she expounds, "We hate baseball umpires."

Date: 2005-10-14 01:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marsheadtilt.livejournal.com
[ooc: *giggle* was someone listening to Rent??]

Date: 2005-10-14 02:06 am (UTC)

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