Next stop: Utopia Academy

[utopiamods]

You're falling, and you can't remember why. It's a sickening feeling that makes your insides lurch; the darkness and the vertigo combine, and all you can think of is a story you heard once, somewhere.

-I remember now. It's a simple story that everyone knows. A legend of a Princess, the Demon Lord who kidnapped her, and the Knight who fought to save her.

The Demon Lord had kidnapped the Princess countless times, but every time the Knight bested his challenges and rescued the Princess.

No matter what tricks and ploys the Demon Lord used, the Knight would always triumph in the end. This was because--

The world tilts on its axis one last time, and the dream slips from your mind as easily as it arrived. A new voice intrudes on your sleep.

"Next stop: Academy Main Entrance. This tramline terminates here; all change. Next stop: Academy Main Entrance. All change."

Sunlight streams through the windows of the long carriage, making the seats almost uncomfortably warm beneath its sleeping passengers. The air is muggy and thick, the atmosphere relaxing. Almost too relaxing; the warmth and the silence make it difficult to immediately muster any kind of reaction or thought. Your nausea settles, slowly. The last of the dream fades.

"We have arrived at Utopia. Repeat, we have arrived at Utopia Academy. Could all passengers please leave the tram, as it is terminating here."

Comments

[myownfuture]

Reiko shifted where she was sitting and mumbled a little in her sleep. It was nice and warm and she didn't want to wake up.

She was still a little disoriented as she opened her eyes. Where was this? It didn't look like the school grounds. It looked like...

...a train? Utopia Academy. Could all passengers please...

She sat bolt upright in her seat, possibly disturbing whoever was next to her. "What's going on?"

[greennotgold]

The warmth of the train and the voice on the speaker pulled Fletcher out of his sleep, and slowly, his dream faded. He couldn't remember what he'd dreamt about anymore, which was normal for him, but somehow this dream seemed important. He could only grasp on to tiny details: A forest, a voice saying something about a promise... and a story.

He pushed himself up and rubbed his eyes with his hands, then opened them wide. Then closed them, and opened them again. Where was this? "...Brother?"

[summerstars]

Usually, she woke up easily; heat didn't make it harder to do so, rather more easy. And a kid growling and snapping on the seat on the other side of the corridor didn't make it any easier to stay asleep. This time though, it was remarkably hard to struggle in an upright position and shake the sleep from her mind.

She had dreamt. The most annoying thing was that the dream insisted the story it had told was familiar, and her body was insisting with it, but she was quite sure that... sure... Frag it. She'd already forgotten. Grenn stared around the tram car. What in... This design was so ancient even the most curious of history tech museums wouldn't have it! And it was working. Where was she?

That question was then briefly and instantly discarded when she realized that while her prostethics were neatly tucked into a bag beside her that she didn't recognize, her hover chair was nowhere to be seen.

...

That was worse than not knowing where she was, and considering the people around here, she probably couldn't if they'd seen a floating chair. She tried to look around again, but everything was distressingly primitive. She glaced at the person opposite, but they seemed to still be in the process of waking up.

[trollofthree]

Gino, currently slumped over someone's shoulder near the end of the carriage, woke quickly enough that the transition from 'fast asleep' to 'faking it rather well' went off without a hitch. Perhaps a slight flicker of his eyelids, or a tensing of muscles, but with the raised voices of teenagers and children around him, they could have been dismissed as the shifting of the tram.

And, really, making obvious movements wouldn't really help any. From what he could gather whilst feigning sleep, he seemed to be in a bad situation. Hostages, maybe? The engine humming beneath them wasn't anything he recognised. And the dream. It was a weird one, alright. Sounded like it came straight out of a classroom. Knights protecting princesses from evil monsters? Like that was news.

He shifted a little, so he could crack one eye open and survey the the other passengers. A girl and a little boy were up at the front talking to the conductor, and some of the others seemed to be awake. He closed his eye again. More worrying was his memory of promising someone something. That could mean anything, and if it meant one thing in particular...

With nothing else to do, he tilted his head and inspected the person he was currently using as a pillow.

Well.

That was interesting.

[willbeurprincess]

Koharu's eyes opened slowly, the dream just fading from her mind. Utopia Academy, it was where...where she was from right? She sat up suddenly, blinking widely.

Where was Sora a-and...the. Rest of them. She struggled to remember what Yuki or anyone else looked like but it slid away. Not important, what was important was why was she on a train and why couldn't she remember what happened in between.

"Strange..."

[princesspowerful]

Molly shot up as the memory of the story of the Demon Lord filled her mind, "I'll save the-!" she cut herself short when she realized she didn't know where she was. A train?

We have arrived at Utopia Academy.

"Aww man, you mean I need to go to school?!"

[isur2ndprincess]

Utopia Academy? When did she leave the Academy that made her need to come back? Did she fail at finding the ultimate weapon for Sora and get sent to the hospital? She checked over her body, she seemed okay, no more damage than usual.

"Sora? Koharu?" She looked around at the other people on the train but no one looked familiar. Are they new students? "Anyone?"

[queenscheckmate]

Kallen wasn't the one to fall asleep on trains. When the train announced the last stop, her eyes opened. A small book was in hand (because she was reading it on the way) and the sunlight beamed into her blue eyes. She questioned herself. Just what was that dream and...

...

Either, she got up and exited the car. This was her stop after all. Wait... was it? This wasn't Ashford Academy and Kallen was PRETTY SURE she hadn't transferred. Did she miss her stop?

[frozen_desires]

As dreams went, he could honestly say this wasn't the worst he'd ever experienced but it was definitely the only one that had ever made his stomach churn. So when the voice interrupted the sequence, just as the world began to spin again, he was grateful.

Opening his eyes slowly, Tougyu lifted his head slowly and ignored the protesting stab of pain from his neck as he looked up and out at the train. ... wait.

Why am I on a...?

Something definitely wasn't right. Getting to his feet, Tougyu put one hand on the back of the seat in front of him to steady himself before looking out at the brightly lit carriage with a look of blank curiosity.

[bitofafiction]

The moment Sherlock catches himself dozing, he startles into full alertness. For a long moment, though, he doesn't move.

Whatever he dreamed about, it's not available to him anymore. He'll think about that later. Right now he is more concerned with examining his surroundings. Heat and glare of sunlight, smell of brass and leather. (Why does a faint scent of snowy pine linger in the back of his mind? Later.)

Still taking in new data and storing it away for later use, Sherlock gets to his feet and goes looking for someone to interrogate.