mister brightside

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Characters: Mao and YOU
Setting: Anywhere, really. Backdated to just after the event ends.
Format: Either.
Summary: After a week of being locked in a loony bin where he belongs, Mao is back in the tower... and he's not feeling too good.
Warnings: ...TBA. I would say creeper warning, but he's actually not doing it today.



[Anyone who discovers Mao today is in for something of a surprise -- if they're at all familiar with him, that is. Instead of stalking around looking mighty proud of himself, our friend the demon dean is dazed, shaking, and occasionally muttering things like "I'm not crazy!" under his breath. Anyone care to approach?]

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[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

[She'll just walk by and purposefully knock her shoulder into him]

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

[Have a VERY LOUD SQUEAK as you push him, Santana. It's pretty amusing, actually.]

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

[He didn't really recognize Mao, not really having gotten to know many of the other inhabitants of the tower, and he looked curiously at the other, raising a brow] Ah, privet. Is good to hear that! [After all, what did someone say to 'I'm not crazy' anyway?]

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

E-eh?! What? [Mao jumps and looks around, finding a very tall man looking down at him. Needless to say, he's looking quite scared. Eep.] W-what do you want?

You asked for it!

[knightofangst.livejournal.com]

Are you alright? [Have a slightly concerned looking Suzaku at your side. He didn't seem alright at all, Suzaku wondered if he had been sent to some strange not real version of his home as well.

Suzaku really wasn't very good at comforting people but he stood and watched him, waiting for an answer]

THE ATTENTION, IT BURNS

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

No![Before he can stop himself, and without even turning around to see who was talking to him, Mao finds himself shouting.]

...

...Yes!

[knightofangst.livejournal.com]

[Suzaku blinked, he obviously wasn't alright, so he ignored the yes and asked]

What is wrong? Are you hurt?

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

No! [Well, it's not a complete lie. He's not hurt physically.] I just... saw one of those phantoms, that's all! [This, however, this is a lie.]

[knightofangst.livejournal.com]

Oh [He looks around but it seems to be gone now] They are mostly harmless, in the daytime anyways.

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

[She wants to keep walking but she can tell something is wrong] What's up with you?

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Nothing! Perfectly fine! [He's still talking much more shrilly than normal, which is saying something.]

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

You're a horrible liar, do you know that?

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Shut up! I am a gifted liar! I'm an honor student, I have to know how to lie...

[He starts squeaking again shortly after the words 'honor student'.]

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

...Well, they should be out of here! They're annoying!

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

Yeah well, I'm giving an F in that class.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

...

[He glares at her, noticeably half-hearted, and then looks away, pouting.]

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

Wow, okay, now I know something is up. Just spill so I don't have to be around you any more than I have to.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

[And to this, his only response is:]

...They said I was crazy...
Why...

[Of course, this is the absolute barebones description of what happened -- the real events of his week in his hellish old world involved a lot more turncoats, confinement, and plain old douchebagginess at his expense.

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Nothing, I do not think! [Bright smile] You were saying you were not crazy, so I had to be replying, da?

[knightofangst.livejournal.com]

[Annoying wasn't exactly the word he would use to describe them but he nodded anyways.]

I think they most likely are trapped.

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

Uh, maybe because you're batshit insane? I didn't realize that would be news to you or I would have written up an article about it.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

No I'm not Stop it! [Squeak squeak squeak.]

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

Hold up, hold up. Are you trying to tell me that you think you're sane? That's hi-larious. You are like, the least sane person I've ever met, and you don't know most the people I've met.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Uh... right! Good! That is exactly what you should be saying!

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Of course I'm sane! I'm perfectly fine! They were just... wrong, that's all!

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

How the hell are you sane?

hi guess who derped on mao :c

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

How am I not?

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Da, da! Of course. [Small pause] Are you being alright? Or, ah! You must just be excited, da?

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

Look, you're batshit insane. End of story.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Well I happen to think you're batshit insane. [He folds his arms, looking at Santana with this ridiculous expression of superiority on his face.]

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

...Y-yes. Excited. Right.

[It's quite a bit more than 'excited', needless to say -- and when the creak of footsteps comes from the floor above, he just about jumps a foot in the air from surprise.] ...G-gah!

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

...Like we're trapped. [Mao doesn't like this, not at all. Though... if it's this or what's become of Evil Academy...]

[knightofangst.livejournal.com]

[He nodded] Yes, like we are trapped. It seems to be the function of this tower, trapping things.

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm not the sanest person around, I can deal with that. But you take the cake.

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

[Ivan's brows raised and he frowned a little, cocking his head to the side] Are you sure you are okay? Not crazy? You are acting very jumpy.... [And surely someone could not be that excited, right?]