DAN 101 MWF 0930-1100

[redcinemareel]

[Class had just gotten underway and the instructor divided all the students by gender. We all know where Grell stands, right? All the numbers had been picked out and people went with their perspective partners, ready to begin.

Except one redhead. And apparently his partner whom he left stranded.

Grell doesm't care. Someone would take pity on him and pair him up with another person, or even the instructor would volunteer. He stands off to the side with a frown, arms crossed defiantly as he leans against the wall. This was all so ridiculous! He refused to be defined by what he was born as, and he certainly refused to take on the MALE ROLE in this dance.

This was the fifth time this happened since classes started too.]

Nonsense... [Mutters, ignoring the instructor insisting on him joining the class. Again.]

action; [QUAD] a very unexpected occurrence

[macgyvered.livejournal.com]

[ two and a half months ago, and einiona canning is setting her maths textbook on her chest and closing her eyes for a short rest, expecting to be woken by some passing instructor shouting at her for oversleeping close to curfew or some odd nonsense like that. she closes her eyes on the warm glow of a midday sun.

[ two and a half months later, einiona canning opens her eyes and it's still midday and she is suddenly very aware that something unnatural has just happened, although she can't explain why or what causes her to think this except the color of the sunlight above her face. she doesn't see anything missing, so -

[ it's just a feeling. but it's a bloody pissing persistent one and it won't go away, not for all the repeated attempts at sleeping again einiona makes in the whole wide world.

[ so she begins investigating her surroundings. as you do, when you're a right and truly obnoxious utterly manic welsh problem child from a family of problem children with a marked tendency towards obsessively picking and pulling apart everything you can get your hands on to find out what makes it tick so as to make it all a little less intimidating and upsetting to deal with. nothing immediately leaps out and screams "I AM WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOUR SIGNAL" until ...

[ until einiona looks at the calendar display.

[ and looks.

[ and looks.

[ and looks. ]

... aw, now that's not humanly possible.

[ i'm afraid it is, einiona. you've somehow lost nearly three months' time and you'll have to make up all the homework you've missed for the duration. best come to terms with it; your teachers sure aren't going to be very happy with you for it. ]

((SLEEPING BE BACK TOMORROW))