You wake up in a large lecture hall, in a small wooden desk. It's those small, wooden, uncomfortable desks and even is intended for left-handers. You're feeling stiff and uncomfortable. There's a crick in your neck and some drool on your hand. There are several books at your feet. You're also ravenously hungry... and a little horny. Or maybe ravenously horny and a little hungry. You're not quite sure as you're still in a half-awake daze.
There are two doors exiting the hall to the back of you. Up front is a large chalkboard with a bunch of equations written on it. Some light pours in from the small windows on the left and right walls. It appears to be dusk. You can hear a some shuffling around (and perhaps moaning) in a side room that juts off to the left and behind the chalkboard. You can overhear some faint voices in the hallways.
Edit: took out spoiler tags since everyone can read this now.
"Great job, John. You've - yet again - fallen asleep in the classroom. Why did you ever agree to these classes?"
No matter. You've got needs to be satiated. And from the sounds of it, someone else is already tending to their needs as well."
John reaches into his pocket, searching for some loose change that he could toss into a vending machine down the hall.
John whispers to himself, "I hate popcorn. It gets stuck in my teeth, and I spend the next hour sticking my fingernails in my gums trying to pry off the kernels."
"But Doritos are too loud. You don't want to startle whomever else is out there. At least, not until you can make a big scene"
"What kind of big scene?"
"I don't know John, I'm winging it. Just grab the damned popcorn and see if someone is doing the hanky panky next door, or if someone is just moving boxes or something. Keep your distance. But don't look like you're keeping your distance."
John tosses a few quarters into the machine, and taps the numbers for the Smartpop popcorn, trying to act quietly so that he may leer towards the sounds being made by others. He prays and hopes the machine will quietly dispense the popcorn.
"John, look at what you've done. Look at that vending machine. It's jammed. You're still hungry, John. At least, I'm still hungry."
"You know, I am still hungry, you're right. And burnt, or buzzed, or, something. That was quite a shock."
"Yes, John, that was quite a shock. Try not to suck at using a vending machine in the future. How much money do we have now?"
John shrugs in response to his own mental conversation.
"Very astute, John, just shrug. Great. You're an all-star today. Forget whatever is going on in that room with the boxes or intimate encounter or what-not. Let's find the faculty lounge. There must be food there."
"I like big fat men like you. When they fall they make more noise. And sometimes they never get up."
"No worries, John. Let's go."
John proceeds to wander down the hallway in search of the Faculty lounge.
First, am I to just keep making up narrative until a roll is necessary? Is the aim of each voice to prompt a new fight for control, or keep control as long as possible to get their obsessions completed? Grace, will you interject?
I vote that we move this over to a thread for continuity, rather than an every-other geeklist. Thoughts? Otherwise, we could do an entry per scene or so, Grace adds an entry, then we go back again.