Sweet dreams are made of these...

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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

A Abigail Hobbs Aiya/Gray Nightingale Adrasteius Anor'thalion Ahsoka Tano Alex Russo Allen Walker Anders Anthony Crowley Asteffiel Axel

B - D Belthazar Spellscry Beverly Crusher Bran Stark Caesar Zeppeli Cayde-6 Cheese Sandwich Clay Terran Coil Cole Davesprite Duke Pantarei

E - I Elecman.exe Elena Gilbert Elize Lutus Felix Harrowgate Fenris Finrod Haruka Tenoh/Sailor Uranus Imperator Furiosa Isabela Issac Lahey

J - M Jade Harley James Barnes/Jim James Barnes/Winter Joseph Joestar Katara Katniss Everdeen/Nova Kirito/Kazuto Kirigaya Kurt Wagner Leanne Loki Maladict(a) Max Caulfield Megaman Mordin Solus

Comments

[geonomy]

[Clay glances at her, as if he heard her, but just seems to shrink in further on himself instead of answering. Behind her, a couple of classmates snicker. The boy on her right shoots a glare over his shoulder, and they quiet down from that, but still whisper among themselves. Something about watch this.]

This exercise will teach you about the organs. How do they feel? How stiff is it? Is it compressible?

[She wheels the cooler around to the front of the class, then stands with her hands on her hips, regarding the rest of the class. The teacher herself looks like a kindly woman, white hair done up in a bun, glasses obnoxiously square. But she appears to be a bit blurry around the edges, like Clay doesn't remember her very well.]

I know some of you don't want to do this, but it's a vital part of learning about biology. Find a group, and once you're settled, I'll give you your frog!

[The kids in the back give a furtive whisper and seem to lean forward, and Clay's shoulders tense. But before they can ask him to be in their group and thus have easy access to pick on him, the boy on Alex's right speaks up while patting first her back, then Clay's.]

These two are with me.

[Clay looks at him, surprised, yet relieved. He isn't sure what he'd do if the kids actually got to him first.]

Perfect! [The teacher is in front of their table now, cooler beside her.] Are you ready for your frog?

[delincuente]

[Alex is surprised when the unfamiliar boy touches her, but she thinks she understands. She turns towards him, and gestures to Clay.]

I get it, he's your Harper.

[They're a little older than she was when she met her old best friend, but it's a similar scenario. She hopes that whoever he is, he's still in Clay's life.

Turning back to the dream-Clay, ]

You were a freaking cute kid, dude.

[geonomy]

[Thankfully, Alex can't really interact with this, or else it'd be incredibly awkward all around.]

Okay.

[It's Clay who speaks up this time, having finally lifted his head and trying to look like he's okay with this. But then the teacher turns, opens the cooler, and takes out a metal tray to set in front of them. And on that tray is, of course, a dead frog lying on its back, ready to be dissected.

Clay looks tense, but doesn't protest. It's not like the frog is cut open yet and all.]

[delincuente]

Ew, okay, not sticking around for this.

[Alex slides off her stool, looking around for a way out. She is not about that life.]