Escapism Academy - A Surreal High-School RP (Co-GMed by Sam G, Revolverwolf and Sky14Kemea) (closed)

[CloggedDonkey]

Thomas looked at the clock. "Shit, man, time for next class." He grabbed Samantha's hand. "Thanks for the talk, man, good to meet ya." He added, shaking her hand. He bolted out of the room, humming "I've Just Seen a Face" as he did. Eventually he found the kitchen and plopped down in a chair at one of the tables.

Soon, the other students came in the class, and the class started. The instructor, Morgan vanHumbeck, turned to face the class. "GOOD MORNING, CLASS!" He screamed, his voice sounding like he had eaten a gravel smoothie (which he probably had, given the open bag of gravel and dirt blinder in the kitchen), "TODAY, WE WILL MAKE A MEATSHROOM! THE INSTRUCTIONS ARE ON YOUR TABLES!" He finished and went behind a counter, hoping that the students could find their own groups.

Spoiler: OOC

Okay, two answers:

The teacher is Morgan from LRR, and most of the other teachers will be people from various videos too.

And the way classes work is that you have to complete a simple task (or fail hilariously, if that's what we want.)

 

[Sam G]

D3L3T3D

 

[Fury Is Me.]

Shiki grinned, wide in excitement. "HELL YEAH! MEATSHROOM! HAHA! I love Meatshrooms!" She shouted, out loud, not even caring, nor realizing how derogatory it sounded. She quickly picked up the instructions from her table and read them. "FREE YOUR MEAT FROM IT'S BONDINGS!" She held her hand out, open, to her side. A gap opened above her and a large, somehow ornate, cutting knife with the word "Shikieiki" carved into the blade fell into her hands. She quickly cut the strings holding the meat together. "NEXT! CUT YOUR MEAT INTO A CAP!" She jabbed the knife into the side of the beef and started cutting, chuckling like a mad-woman, which she wasn't far from being.

 

[Sam G]

"Um..." Samantha edged away from her partner a little, who was cackling and, apparently, attempting to murder the slab of meat they'd been assigned with her carving knife. "Is, uh... is there anything I could do to help, or...?" Sam warily held up a tray of mushrooms she'd delicately sliced, then popped them down on the table next to the large mallet they'd been assigned for god knows what reason.

 

[XThecommander]

Cecilia made it to cooking class, she despised the fact that her mother wanted her to go to such a class.
Because it will help you be more lady like. To heck with that! Why must she force me to take this? O well... I can't do anything about it now I guess.
She walked in, and found that boy, Lelouch was here as well. She decided to sit next to him, maybe he would hate it all the same.
"I see you are in this class to. Tell me, do you hate it as well?"
You asked, wondering what his answer would be.

 

[Fury Is Me.]

Shiki finished carving the cap, which was actually pretty good, despite the speed shed been going at. "Yeah. SLICE THE ROSEMARY!~" Shiki held out her hand and another gap opened up and dropped out a fresh, wrapped bundle of Rosemary. She darted her eyes to the mushrooms and felt an urge, nay, a NEED to pulverize them. "I'll handle the mushrooms..." She grabbed the mallet and raised it high into the air. "YAAAAAA!!!" She brought it down on the mushrooms with an earpiercing "BRACK!" actually puttin a large crack in the slab of wood she was poundin the mushrooms on. A few bits of mushroom flew outward and as started hammering them to oblivion.

 

[XThecommander]

Spoiler: I'm gonna asume

That we are all in the same class this time, or you don't want to make up a teacher for each grade level.

 

[Fallen-Angel Risen-Demon]

"Yes, only because I normally have to tie my hair up. Other then that its fine I guess. Anyway, lets get to this eh?" He piked up the garlic. "What the fuck do I do with this shite?!" He started making his meatcap. It was pretty shoddy. OK, it was crap. It looked more like a pile of meat. "You think that'll do yeah." He started chopping up the onion. "So, you do much cooking? I don't mind cooking. I'm pretty shite at it though, as you can see..."

 

[Fallen-Angel Risen-Demon]

Om om nom

 

[XThecommander]

She shook her head, and sighed.
"No, in fact, I despise cooking, if anything else."
She looked at how it was going so far, it wasn't to bad.
"I wish I could say no, but after a few years of my mother teaching me cooking..."
She said, she stole the meat away from him, and made it almost exactly perfect to the picture, her hands moving fast, as she made the strange food.
"There, I hate the fact I can still do that, but it isn't a bad skill to have."

 

[Zirat]

He sighed and looked at the ingrediants and reciped in front of him. "This is really stupid" he muttered as he looked around the room, most of the people had been paired up already and were well into working on their 'project'. He diecided to get working on his own for now, he sepearated all the ingredients in order that he would need them, he looked at the tiny knife provided for him to do the job.
"Yeah, that wont do" he said as he tossed the knife over his shoulder and took out his pencil, he set the point of it on the table and quickly etched out an all black handle, with a large outline of a blade coming off it, for consistencies sake he put a stylized Z on the blade. He put the pencil back behind his ear and reached down to pick up the drawn knife, and easily lifted up. The knife grew a third dimesnsion in to compensate for it's change and after testing it's weight in his hand he quickly set into the various meats.

 

[Fallen-Angel Risen-Demon]

"Ha, I like cooking and am crap at it and you hate it and are good at it... The irony... It burns..." He yawned. "So, your mother's a cook? My family is in a band together, they're pretty good I guess. My mum is on the drums, my dad on guitar and my sis sings. They want me to join as the keyboarder but I don't wanna. I wanna start my own band, play the drums. I love the drums."

 

[maddawg IAJI]

Adam took one look at the mirror that has just been placed on his desk and reached for as fast as he possibly could, fumbling it in his in the process. He saw his pretty mug in the reflection and his breathing began to regulate. His heart stopped pumping so hard and color began to return to his face. He picked up the broken glass shards on his desk and put them back in his bag. He would give it a proper burial later, but until he would have to go to class. Or would he?

The bell rang and one by one, the students got up from their seats and headed to their respected classes. Soon, Adam and Sky were the last two to leave the homeroom. The hall was practically empty on the way to cooking class and Adam got a mischievous idea. He looked over his shoulder and down empty hallways before tapping Sky on the shoulder. "Come on, we got better things to do then waste time in Cooking. I mean, when are we ever gonna need that in real life?" he said, motioning for him to follow him as he detoured out of one hallway and down the other hallway that would lead to the soccer field. "We can just relax under the bleachers until class ends."

 

[XThecommander]

"I see, unfortunatley..."
She stopped, putting the knife down, and looking away from him.
"my fahter was killed in an accident."
She said, she hated to say those words, it was no accident, her mother was stupid for dismissing it as an accident, she knew much more had happend.

 

[Fallen-Angel Risen-Demon]

om?

 

[sky14kemea]

Sky grinned and followed Adam through the now empty hallways. Soon they were outside, and sprinting across to the soccer field to avoid being seen by teachers.

They both retreated into the shade of the bleachers, and Sky immediately started yawning. He sat down on the cool grass, and leaned against the side of the bleachers.
"This beats cooking anyday." He said, stretching and drifting off into another nap.

Spoiler: ooc

damn short post =[

 

[maddawg IAJI]

"Your telling me. Beats getting flour all over our clothes and having to deal with exploding ovens and fires and man-eating cakes." Adam said, pulling out the new square mirror and looking himself over once again. "I still don't know how that moron ended up making a cake when we were suppose to make Apple Pies."

He put the mirror down and began digging through his bag, finding a small tennis ball in one of the smaller pockets and his gloves in another. He zipped the bag up and threw the ball at the nearby wall. When the ball bounced back, he brought up his force field which sent the ball back toward the wall. Most people would catch it, but as Adam once said "If I try to catch it, I risk the chance of missing it and if I miss I risk the chance of injuring this gorgeous face!"

 

[BoosterGold]

Booster grabbed one of the knives provided by the class, and set to work chopping the MANLY Onions. He then began chopping other MANLYVegetables. He grabbed 5 gloves of Garlic, and chopped them down into Sections. "You what they say If you have garlic, YOU NEED MORE GARLIC RRRAHHHHHHH" He said adding five more cloves to the ingredients.

"I love these things" said Booster, "They are as tasty as they are manly, Zi hows that meat coming he said to his partner.

 

[Sam G]

Samantha's eyes widened when she saw the board split and jumped about 10 feet away from the table. Her partner seemed like the sort of young woman who valued her space, and Samantha decided for the sake of her own health to respect this value. Glancing down at the bundle or rosemary she'd managed to liberate from Shiki's war-zone, Sam considered how long it would take her to slice into neat little precision segments using the tiny knife she'd been supplied with. Well, that was alright, wasn't it? After all, time's a worthy sacrifice to make in order to make a delicious meal, and if the pieces were too big or uneven, the flavour might be too strong...
Sam glanced around the room. She spotted a young man hacking away at his meat with a chainsaw, the teacher himself demonstrating how to tenderize the beef by smashing it repeatedly with his forehead, and then her gaze returned to her own partner, who was continuing to transform the mushrooms into paste with her ridiculously large mallet. It was at this point that Samantha clicked; she was doing it wrong. Screw moderation. Screw flavour. In fact, screw the whole meal; all that mattered was that you looked awesome making it. Sam wasn't at home learning to bake a cake with mum anymore; this was the freaking Escapism Academy. Screw everything except looking awesome doing it.

A flame of determination burned in Samantha's eyes, and she tossed the bundle of rosemary into the air before summoning her gunblades. They weren't large - each blade was about the length of her forearm, and no wider - but damn, could Samantha use them. As the herbs fell towards the ground, Samantha mumbled under her breath at lightning-speed: "XcircletriangleleftsquarecircletrianglecircleX". Just as the bundle of greenery passed by Samantha's head she executed her combo, moving her blades like a blur in front of her. 100 hits? 200? Stop thinking so small, you goddamn pansy. 500? 600? Samantha breezed past those numbers. When at last the little counter in her mind hit 999, Samantha stepped forward and dispelled her blades. The rosemary fell to the ground around her like powder. Samantha blinked for a good few seconds, then opened her eyes. Then the common sense she'd been fending off for so long kicked in.
"Uh..." Sam turned back to Shiki and gestured at the ground around her feet. "I... sliced the rosemary..."

 

[Fury Is Me.]

Shiki had finished pulverizin the mushrooms into very very tiny, almost-paste-like bits and wiped her brow. "PHEW!" she exclaimed, turnin to Samantha, with a smile. She looked at the "Sliced" rosemary around her and chuckled. "Good job! a Rosemary powder would be better than a few slices anyway! They get stuck in your teeth, always do! Powder doesn't!" She patted Sam on the head and smiled wider. "And you looked AWESOME doing it! Now gather it up while I put the mushrooms and cheese in." She said, before setting off to do just that... Or she would have, if her gaps hadn't already just done it for her by makin the mushrooms and cheese fall straight into the cap. She smirked and folded her arms. A red, cresent gap opened up behind her and she sat on it, because it was a more solid variety than the others, though, only solid for her, they would harmlessly pass through anyone else. "Papricka, black pepper, all the good, down home fixins!" a number of gaps opened up above the cap and the spices all floated down, like snowflakes, into the cap of meat. "Girl! Two questions! What's your name? And what else should we put in?! Screw the recipe!"