After the Nightmare: Breakfast (OPEN)

by **Kay Haddock** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 11:36 am

"He's kind of a strange teacher. I heard he does drugs."

by **Mercy Wilkins** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 1:08 pm

"Really?" Mercy raises her brows, looks in the direction Roland went. "Hmmm. Interesting."

by **Steve Jones** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 1:52 pm

"Surely they wouldn't keep an addict on staff."

Steve failed to stifle another yawn.

by **Mercy Wilkins** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 1:59 pm

"Not everyone who does drugs is addicted." Mercy sips her coffee, clinging to it.

by **Steve Jones** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 2:29 pm

I wonder if he has anything that can help me sleep.

He unconsciously felt an area of his stomach, where the knife had left its mark.

"Still doesn't seem like they'd tolerate that," he said.

by **Mercy Wilkins** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 2:31 pm

Mercy shrugs and yawns. She sleepily eyes her coffee. "I should have gone with something with less milk. The latte isn't cutting it this morning."

by **Alex Carpenter** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 2:48 pm

"Yeah, wonder if they'd punish us all if everyone ditched class to go back to sleep," Alex yawned.

by **Mercy Wilkins** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 2:53 pm

"Why's everybody tired? Psychic vampire eating our dreams?"

by **Kay Haddock** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 2:56 pm

"Dunno. Just a really weird astronaut nightmare."

by **Alex Carpenter** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 2:59 pm

"Really? Me too. Kinda 'Space horror', I guess."

by **Mercy Wilkins** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 3:01 pm

Mercy frowns. "Astronauts? Oh... hmmm."

I guess it's a good thing that wasn't my own... stuff.

by **Steve Jones** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 4:48 pm

Oh God oh God they're going to figure it out. I've gotta get out of here.

Steve trembled slightly before he regained control. If he just had another distraction he could get away.

by **Mercy Wilkins** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 5:05 pm

"So... I kinda also... dreamedaboutastronauts."

She takes a long drink of her coffee. "But you know, the murderous kind. I didn't know that was a thing."

by **Steve Jones** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 7:57 pm

They would have killed me too if Coach hadn't shown up.

For an instant he remembered the knife vividly. The image flickered across the minds nearby.

by **Kay Haddock** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 7:59 pm

"Wh-what was that?" Kay gasps, dropping her spoon in her cereal.

by **Mercy Wilkins** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 8:26 pm

Mercy flinches. "Hey! Not interested in an instant replay from whoever that teep was."

by **Steve Jones** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 9:08 pm

"I'm sorry!" Steve yelled nervously as he shot to his feet and immediately ran out of the cafeteria. He was fast too.

by **Mercy Wilkins** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 9:10 pm

"It's too early for this." Mercy whimpers, putting her head on the table and slumping her wings.

by **Kay Haddock** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 9:14 pm

"What's up with him?"

by **Mercy Wilkins** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 9:27 pm

"I think he's the one that flashed the knife image at us... either that or he was just freaked out."

Mercy sighs. "I didn't mean to snap at him."

by **Kay Haddock** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 9:35 pm

"He probably was, yeah, but it's not like it was anything bad... Just something from that nightmare everyone seems to have had."

by **Nash Riley** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 9:39 pm

Nash had just walked up with his breakfast to take a seat nearby, when he heard Kay's comment.

"What's this about a nightmare everyone seems to have had?"

by **Mercy Wilkins** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 9:42 pm

"Murderous astronauts. Like the Uwe Boll version of 2001." Mercy looks up at the newcomer from her flopped posture at the table.

by **Nash Riley** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 9:48 pm

“Can't say I've had that dream, at least that I remember.”

by **Mercy Wilkins** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 9:49 pm

"Well that's even more scary then. Excellent. Now instead of it getting broadcast, some people got targeted."

by **Nash Riley** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:04 pm

"Broadcast? So a teep broadcast their nightmare last night? I must of been awake then, I didn't go to bed until way late, like two something."

by **Kay Haddock** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:06 pm

"Well you dodged a bullet then. It was way scary."

by **Mercy Wilkins** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:07 pm

"Hmmm, I guess it could have been somebody's dream. I was thinking it was something else though. I don't know, it was weird, and really vivid. And I remembered it clearly the next morning, which I don't usually do."

Mercy finishes off her coffee, yawns, and stretches both her arms and wings.

by **Nash Riley** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:13 pm

“Well, maybe it was something else. I just know I didn't get what ever it was.”

by **Mercy Wilkins** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:15 pm

"I"m Mercy, by the way. I don't think I've met you. I'm new."

by **Nash Riley** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:18 pm

"I'm Nash. You arrive yesterday? Thats the first I think I've seen you and those wings are kind of hard to fail to notice."

by **Mercy Wilkins** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:29 pm

"Yeah, yesterday." She flexes her wings. "They do make a statement, don't they? The statement is, 'You're not welcome here!'." She shrugs.

by **Nash Riley** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:38 pm

"At least you can fly, I saw you fly up during the incident here yesterday. Thats got to be fun."

by **Mercy Wilkins** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:43 pm

"It's pretty cool. Makes skirts hazardous though."

She bats the empty coffee cup back and forth between her hands on the table.

"My wings aren't really the part of my power that I like." Dark... something. Some kind of energy or non-Euclidean fluid, black, but seeming to flash colors until you look closely. Whatever it is, it springs from Mercy's hand and envelops the cup, stopping its trajectory. The cup is now encased in darkforce.

by **Regan Rourke** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:48 pm

"I'm sure tableware everywhere quakes in your presence," Regan says.

by **Mercy Wilkins** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:50 pm

"Nope that's the whole show. I can't compare to your superbitch power at all." She smirks at Regan.

by **Nash Riley** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:52 pm

Mercy's skirt comment gives Nash a certain mental image accompanied by a moment in contemplation. Fortunately for Nash Steve isn't there to see it, though others might notice Nash blushing just little a bit.

“What is that?”

They're probably black.

by **Mercy Wilkins** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:54 pm

"Darkforce, or so they tell me. It's uh... energy matter stuff. From a place full of demons. It'll go away eventually, and I can shape it if I want."

by **Regan Rourke** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:58 pm

"Well, I'm sure you'll get used to it," Regan says, "From the look of things, you're probably used to being inadequate anyway."

by **Mercy Wilkins** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 11:00 pm

Mercy leans her chin on her hand, looking up at Regan. "What're you having for breakfast?"

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