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

[thatguywhohasablog]

"Yep," Dave replied. "Zippin up and down the chronological street like it's in a residential area and I'm a forgetful fuckin mailman, that's me."

[princesspowerful]

Molly stared blankly for a minute, obviously people in the future speak weirdly, "You're a mailman?"

[thatguywhohasablog]

He might have been staring back at her, but the shades made it difficult to tell. "No, dude, I'm the motherfucking Knight of Time. Keep up."

[princesspowerful]

Have a big grin, "You're a knight?! Ima superhero!"

[thatguywhohasablog]

Dave raised an eyebrow. "You sure that's the kind of thing you're supposed to be letting slip without your classy little domino mask on? I mean for all you know I'm like the Clock King or whatever and now I know your big secret all your friends and relations are in way deep shit, like up to their fucking teats in all kinds of clock-themed jeopardy. That's like rule number one in the big book of running around in tights shooting lasers out of your face."

[princesspowerful]

"You don't look like a clock," by now Molly has no idea what Dave is saying, she's probably only picking and choosing what she wants to hear.

[thatguywhohasablog]

"Yeah well I wouldn't, would I, I've got my mild-mannered alter ego glasses on." He tapped his shades. "Soon as I whip these babies off I got clocks written all over me. Right now they're like the only thing stopping me from kidnapping some douchebag's wife and tying her to a giant pendulum, probably suspended over a vat of acid or something; mooks left and right, me in the middle with my big clock face cackling up a storm."

[princesspowerful]

Her eyes widen, "Your glasses hide your identity!! That's so cool!"

[thatguywhohasablog]

There was a pause. Possibly, Dave had blinked. "Yeah, okay. Aren't you supposed to like fight villains and shit?"

[princesspowerful]

"I do fight bad guys! We just beat the, um, these really bad guys who wanted to destroy the world." At the moment the fact she can't think of the name of the evil organization her parents were from doesn't seem to phase her.

[thatguywhohasablog]

"Well color me impressed," said Dave, as deadpan as ever. "What were they gonna use, the seriously unpleasant death ray that was gonna wipe out all life on Earth or something, probably?"

[princesspowerful]

"They wanted to sacrifice everyone to aliens!!"

[thatguywhohasablog]

"Oh, shit." It was fairly apparent that Dave wasn't actually taking this particularly seriously. Or maybe it wasn't. His tone of voice probably would have been pretty similar either way. "I thought aliens were more about chilly space equipment in orifices. Or harassing people over the internet, that's all the ones I know ever do."

[princesspowerful]

"Aliens use computers?" You really need to wonder if Molly actually listens to more than a forth of what come out of Dave's mouth.

[thatguywhohasablog]

"Yeah, it's like all these guys do with their time or something, you wouldn't believe it. Practically lining up to hassle me and my friends over IM. Worst aliens ever."

[princesspowerful]

"Those sound like dumb aliens."

[thatguywhohasablog]

Dave smiled, very slightly. "Yeah, they're not the smartest. So hey, you want me to call you your superhero name or your real one? Cause you probably oughtta tell me at least one of them."

[princesspowerful]

Molly stood up on her seat, "I'm Molly Hayes!"