[Round 3, Day 5] another brick in the wall [OPEN//CLASSROOM]

[utopiamods]

Characters: EVERYONE
Format: ACTION/PROSE/IAMBIC PENTAMETER/LIMERICK
This log is: open
Location: Classroom D7
Summary: It's politics class! Today we're having group discussions about the disadvantages of constitutional monarchy. Or what you're having for lunch, either one.
Warnings: to be added

[your teacher is sitting at the desk, marking your homework from the previous week. There aren't many sheets in front of her, mainly because very few students actually bothered to hand in any work. She doesn't seem entirely worried by this, and will only look up if someone makes a wide movement or voices get too raised.

The tables seat six apiece and are scattered around the room with enough space to walk between them easily. There are textbooks and notes on every table relevant to the debate, although the information tends to vary wildly on what world and timeline it's purportedly from.]

Comments

[formerly_known_as_prince]

"Sometimes" roses "the ruler" a car "is the most" tuna fish sandwiches "corrupt" so many roses "of them all."

Utena almost shook as she forced the words out.

[allurprincess]

"But..." Sora frowned down at the text, several half-baked impressions going through her mind. Kings and queens were good, right? They always were in the stories. She looked back at Utena and started: the other girl looked ill. And her shaking meant that she got Sora's hand over hers on the table.

"Utena, what's wrong?"

[formerly_known_as_prince]

Utena could barely feel her hand. It was from a world she was only partially present in. Her eyes looked very far away. "Sora...You shouldn't trust princes and princesses...You're too noble...they'll...I saw the first prince...He had become..."

And then she made a low sound of pain and clutched at a spot on her stomach, between two ribs. She toppled from her chair, unconscious but with her hand still over the spot, which corresponded to the patched and sewn together part of her uniform.

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[allurprincess]

"Utena!" The sudden collapse had her scrambling too late to catch her friend, so she had to content herself with pulling her head and shoulders onto her folded legs to hold her close.

"Miss, over he--" but the teacher had already stood up, walking over with a crisp step.

"The infirmary, I feel," she said, calm and straight-faced. "If we could have some volunteers to take Ms. Tenjou there?"