[ Suzaku is not embarrassed. no, really. he's totally comfortable. or at least, he's trying very very hard to project that as he comes into the classroom, flashing everyone a quick smile. moves over to the front of the room with what is obviously some uncertainty, then settles on the teacher's desk instead of sitting behind it. fingers laced together, he addresses the room. ]

All right. I guess we should start -- at the very beginning. Sex is a broad thing. There are lots of different ways to have it. It's even possible to have sex without taking off any of your clothes! [ this is meant to be interesting trivia to lighten the mood, and he gives everyone a bemused smile as he says it. ] And it's something that anyone can do... as long as you've got one or more people together, they can have sex.

[ Suzaku's lecture goes on in this way for a little while, and he covers the most basic parts -- sperm + egg = baby; you can have sex without having babies; etc. he covers gay sex as well as straight sex, and as implied above does specifically acknowledge the possibilities of threesomes and moresomes. ]


((ooc: Okay! You can tag this post in a lot of different ways. You can respond to the Lecture thread, where your character can pipe up and ask basic sex or pregnancy questions; you can tag the Before or After Class threads for more hijinx; or you can respond to the Anonymous Questions thread, wherein Suzaku will pass out pieces of paper and characters can write down questions they're too embarrassed to ask out loud. THREADJACKING IS ENCOURAGED, go crazy. ♥))

[Uther is alert right now, staying inside, but still knowing the mysterious creatures are moving about. He does not yet know if they are magical or mundane, but he is wishing it were possible to obtain weapons of some sort.]

How do we dispatch these creatures when the majority of us do not have anything to do battle with? I am aware that it would likely be deemed dangerous to allow weapons in here, but is there not a way we can temporarily obtain some sort of protection?

[He wants his sword really badly right now.]

[Several minutes have already been spent fiddling with the new Present wrapped around His majestic face. He has discerned that it has several functions, and that it is indeed a present, likely from a fan. This new katamari, on the other hand, He has been rolling at it for some time, now, and nothing has stuck just yet.] How peculiar. This katamari seems to be broken.

[Those who care are treated to His regal face dispassionately examining his ball, rolling it around with his hands, His feet, whatever will push it.] This katamari is broken, We recommend replacing it. Perhaps it is because the bumps have fallen off. It is too smooth, too sinister. [Then, He notices the chain.] Is this another new-rule katamari? A pulling katamari! How novel!

[He then begins walking in slow circles, humming a jaunty tune about the majesty of the glorious turtle to those who care to listen. The King is assured that eventually, something will stick. So far, nothing has, much to the very tall man's chagrin.]

( He's positive this was not how it's supposed to go )

Ummm…..I’m not sure whose game this is, and I’m sure it’s a lot of fun, but I need to get back. Need to build up my friend’s hive and, uh, get my hive moved before the meteor lands on it. It’s pretty important. [He looks down again at the ball and chain attached to his ankle.]….that’s just excessive.

[Murmuring to himself as he sits in a building full of puppies and kittens and...is that a dragon?] Okay, I've been in a lot of strange situations, but this is the first time it came with a brochure.

[He thumbs through it again, trying to figure out who might be toying with him. A real trickster this time? The ball and chain seem real enough though, so he decides it's best to just play along for now until he can find Dean figure out what kind of illusion or delusion he's in.]

[He hits the button on his communicator to broadcast.]

Uh, hi. [Pauses awkwardly, not sure what to say or who he is really addressing.]

I guess this makes me the new kid on the cell block. [More pausing, more awkward. He's not really funny. Let's just get to the point.] Dean? Cas? Bobby?

[Richie was on his way back to his dorm when it happened. Suddenly even seems so much bigger. And it kept getting bigger and bigger and he realized it wasn't just a difference in perception.

He was getting smaller.]

H-Hey! [high-pitched, very distressed voice that many may not recognize] Who got their hands on a--?!

[Anyone who walks around this area of the park may find a pile of clothes, but no body, or they may notice a robot that looks more like a spider with four legs instead of one of Acumen's, hurrying through the underbrush, as if searching for something.]

Do a little daaaaance.

[Suddenly, more demanding,] OBEY. [GIR laughs while he orders some angry bots to escort every single one of you to one of the parks. Fighting back will only result in punishment...and believe him, you don't want to know what GIR has cooked up for you then.

While you walk you may notice that dawn has suddenly become night again, the lighting is still working though it's all very...vibrantly colored and disco-y--maybe a strobe light here and there--and that the once peaceful silence has turned into blaring techno.

GIR starts to sniffle happily.]

Y-you're all so beautiful.



( OOC info under the cut! )

[Lyle is standing out in front of the Shelter away from the entrance. He brought his umbrella in case it is still raining fruit punch and he standing near a wall, smoking a cigarette.]

This place really has gone mad... Nothing decent to eat and food falling from the sky.

[He blows the smoke up into the air. He definitely seems a bit twitchier than usual]

I guess this is a case of careful what you wish for, huh? Now there's only junk food everywhere. I like junk food as much as the next person, but this is a little nuts, huh?

Oh... looks like the lights are back on... [makes a face at the sticky results from the fruit punch rain that morning, however...]

But! We could have a giant prison-wide pizza party outside the new school!

[This is the most serious voice you will ever hear ever Sakamoto speak in. His voice is lower and almost unrecognizable unless you are Japanese and can pick up his accent.]

Fellow inmates, I fear I must inform you of another great tragedy.

[There is a long dramatic pause, as if to honor someone who died.]

There appears to be no alcohol left on the premises.

Oh wow. Is it supposed to be this dark?

[ Shiba's just creeping around in the shelter, trying to find his way around. ]

...Acumen? ...Hellooooooo? LET'S MAKE BABI--

--OOOOOOO~ I CAN SEE ALLLLL OF YOU! YOU'S ALL GONNA BE LIKE ANTS!

[Giggle while GIR proceeds to mess about with certain things in his new surroundings, gleefully asking what 'this does' or 'that does' in the process.

GIR eventually decides that he rather likes the dome in nighttime, so for now all you'll be seeing is darkness. But of course breakfast time doesn't have to suffer because of this! There's a gasp because now GIR has some ideas!

Should you be worried? That is entirely up to you.]

DOLPHINS!



((ooc: Ok, guys, today's the day to meet your new Vermin Overlord! First off, you can always refer to this post for a day-to-day schedule of what's happening. This morning Orihime and Ribbons will be given special attention! GIR will be sending robots to Orihime's house to pamper her senseless and give her candy and as for Ribbons, congratulations, you will be sent a huge shipment of tacos with bacon in them.

Comment as you would any other day post and have fun~))

Latios, this isn't funny anymore!

[A certain red-and-white dragon is zooming around everywhere. She is doing so at very fast speed. Apologies for anything light that might be blown about by her passing]

Where are you hiding?

[She will find you big brother :l And then you will be scolded! But first, finding]


((Latios is gone, so she won't actually be finding him. Someone help a poor dragon?))

[It had been two days, and now he was free. The chain had been removed, and he was no longer being forced to work, which suited him quite well. He'd been grumbling, complaining and fighting them the whole time, and had only complied begrudgingly, often after one of the metal creatures used their weapons on him.

But now, he was at liberty to explore this place and learn its layout, to begin finding out as much as possible. In his mind, it was just like a military situation. He had to learn as much about his enemy as possible in order to discern where there might be weaknesses or anything he could potentially take advantage of or used against them. Of course, if this was, indeed, a different world from the one he knew, he wasn't going to have an easy time, even if he should escape. Still, Uther did not give up easily, and he would not be content to simply submit and remain a prisoner.]

(ooc it had to happen eventually lol)

[It has only been one full day, but Uther is already at his breaking point. His temper is finally getting the better of him. He stands firm when a guard starts trying to herd him after breakfast.]

And what if I refuse? Do you intend to force me?

[He doesn't have his robes, but his royal bearing and typical Uther intimidation stance, the one he usually uses with Merlin when he's scolding him, are present.]

I've had enough of this! I will not submit to any more work!

[said with a growl]

(ooc forget the backpost, we'll just set it at the cafeteria.)

Uther is still in his grumpy, annoyed state, and probably will be for some time. As royalty, he isn't used to being ordered around and working. Training, yes, but working, no. And he's perplexed as to who this man named Giles is]

[grumbles]"I should not have to do physical labor! I am a king, not a servant!"

[He picks at the food, missing the delicacies he was accustomed to in his everyday life]

[ he's sitting at a table in the shelter, where the shiny magic-looking-but-apparently-not-magical creatures had herded all of the chained prisoners for dinner. The plate once containing his food was scraped clean--prison food it may be here, but it was better than he got most days back home, and he'd been ravenous. The day had been exhausting, he was completely un-used to doing so much work without magical assistance. Instead of lazing on his bed reading while Arthur's clothes washed themselves, he'd been elbow-deep in icy, soapy water for what seemed ages, and he wasn't sure his fingers would ever lose the look of dried fruit. ]

Tell me it gets easier? [ he grumbles; his plate cleared to one side, and his head flopped in its place, using his crossed arms as an impromptu pillow ]

Uther was moving only grudgingly, glaring at the bots that were essentially forcing him. He didn't understand what they were exactly, but he didn't like it. He had the typical attitude of nobles, really-no noble would ever lower himself to do actual work, especially a royal like himself. He hadn't always been king, granted, but he had still been nobility and still had servants to do his bidding.

"This is an outrage! A king does not labor, and I refuse to do anything of the sort!" he yelled. "Fetch that imbecile Merlin and put him to work. He is the servant, let him do it!"

[ there's a sudden cacophony of noise in his ear, voices talking over and around each other; it is like listening in on the Druids and yet...not. There are words, too, hovering before his eyes, forcing him to blink and focus on the message. ]

What? [ he chokes out (unknowingly over the network), reaching up to grab at the message that has suddenly turned his blood to ice and made the fine hairs prickle on his neck. A slight tug at his ear and the message falls away, along with the chatter, and he's holding a very strangle little object in his hand. What if someone else saw, what if... ]

I...uh, don't think we're in Camelot any more, Arthur. [ turns as casually as he can to look at Arthur...aaand then keeps turning, searching the vacant area behind him for a sign of the overbearing Prince, who'd been right there just moments ago... There is no one else around, though, just a basket of strange goods sitting on the ground near his feet, and what looks like a heavy metal ball attached to a shackle about his ankle. If this was imprisonment, it was like nothing he'd ever heard of in Camelot, let alone the rest of Albion. Had he messed up a spell and sent himself further? The view is certainly quite unlike anything he has ever seen before. Buildings and streets, surely too smoothly perfect to be made by anything other than magic, and a sky that curves rather alarmingly overhead. ]

[ he's not yet panicking...not really, and calls out, more confidently than he feels: ] Hello? Is there anyone else here? [ looks down at the strange thing gripped in his hand, frowning. Was it really some sort of strange new magic? A...dream? ]


[ OOC: Communicator is not being worn (though it's probably still turned on), so he can understand you only if you speak English. Someone come and help the poor medieval guy learn about technology! ]

Uther slowly sat up, disoriented and confused. He did not know where he was or what had happened to him. It was quickly obvious, though, that something was very wrong. He had been stripped of his royal robes and even his trousers, and he was dressed in a simple combination of garments which were totally unfit for a king to wear. The room he was in was some kind of dome, with blue water visible overhead. There was a heavy iron ball attached to one of his legs. He was immediately outraged and a bit frightened at the same time,though he would never display it. Only powerful magic could allow a place like this to even exist.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" He roared. He spotted the welcome message on the communicator almost immediately, and quickly read through it. It explained that he was a criminal, in here because he was a danger to himself and others. He just as quickly yanked the communicator device off, throwing it across the room. It was some kind of sorcery, just like the building itself, there was no other explanation for it, and he would not go near it again. He was outraged that an enemy would use magic on him, and more angry that he was thought of as a criminal.

"I demand release IMMEDIATELY!" He roared. "They were not crimes. They were necessary for the protection of my kingdom." He was yelling loudly, even though he was unsure if he'd be heard. "You cannot truly understand my position, no one can, because only I am king. The people I executed were sorcerers, and they were evil. They were guilty under the laws of Camelot. I do only what must be done to ensure my kingdom does not fall and that its people are safe Magic is evil, and it corrupts all who use it I will not allow Camelot to fall to magic while I am king. I demand you release me from this place immediately! And believe me, you will pay dearly for this outrage!"

He was yelling loudly now, not caring who heard him or if there were consequences. He made it to the door that he saw with great effort because of the chain. He saw that he was locked in this room, and even if he had not been, it wouldn't have been possible to walk a great distance with the ball and chain. He wasn't going to give up easily though. He had to get out of here and back to Camelot as soon as possible, because even though Arthur was there to watch things in his absence, the neighboring kings would certainly seize on this to invade Camelot and destroy it.

(ooc Uther is not gonna go near that communicator for a while. Someone's gonna have to get it through his thick skull that it's not magic lol)