Deity College.

Rowan sat up slightly taller and leaned forward, her fingers loosening from the death grip she had on her pen. "Field trip?" she thought to herself, squinting to try and see the book that the Prof had held to his chest. She glanced over at the aid and her fellow students, stealing glances at the book every so often.
 
Madison

Blushing a little, that he would make such a fuss of her work, she did her best to remain professional. "I have no objections, of cause professor." she had never felt so proud of herself as she did at that moment.
 
Gregory:

"Its a lovely peice of work... I enjoyed the tropical climes you wrote especially." Gregory said nonchalantly to Maddy then turned back to the class. "Okay, this is how it works, you each come down to the front here, and place your hand on the books cover, your fingertips aligned with the five marks then simply state the name of Maddy's world here, New Haven wasn't it?" Maddy nodded. "Then you will be transported into her world, when you get there, stay put, and wait for me, I will have with me an amulet, the only way to get back out..." Gregory noticed few students shift a little at that comment. "Don't worry, Maddy will stay here in class, she knows where to find more amulets if for some reason this one gets lost..." He said as he lifted the amulet around his neck, untucking it from beneith his shirt. "We will only stay in her world until the end of class, and she will be expecting us back by that time. And, well, I don't expect anything to happen to me or the amulet while we are in... So... Come on down, one at a time please?"
 
Rowan decided it was now or never, and put away her things slinging her bag over her shoulder, just in case the prof didn't leave them enough time to gather their things after class. After taking a deep breath she got up and made her way to the front of the room carefully.
 
Madison

Maddy was thrilled that he thought so much of her work, that he would show it to others. As he showed them the amulet about his neck, she became more aware of her own sacred stone, ticked securely into her shirt and hanging just above her heart. As the students took their places about the professor, she cast him a soft smile, one that wished him well, but needed no words.
 
Gregory:

"Ah, Miss Rowen, you would like to go first I take it? Quite an adventurous spirit I see." Gregory said as he sat the book closed down in front of her. "I'll see you inside." He added as he watched her place her hand on the book.
 
Rowan gave the prof a slight smile before taking a deep breath. She placed her hand on the book, unconciously shifting her ring and murmering the words "New Haven" all the while trying to calm her nerves.
 
Scene shift:

Rowan was no longer in the class room, instead she found herself standing in the middle of an open wheat field. Off in the distance was a farm house surrounded by several trees. Behind her was a dirt road leading left and right, its perfect line being cut off only by a curve to the north and the horison to the south. It was midday.
 
Rowan looked around, squinting her eyes at the bright light and reaching for her sunglasses, glad she had brought her bag. Looking around she took in everything, pulling her bag tight to her body and staying put as her prof had told her to. "I hope they get here soon" thought Rowan with the after thought that she wished he had warned them that it would be daylight, she hated anything but the barest minimum of light.
 
Everyone else was hanging back, having just seen Rowan disappear. Corinna knew the quiet girl would be all alone, so she quickly volunteered to go next, despite being terrified herself.

She stood and gathered her things. As she did so, she bent over and whispered to the student closest to her, the smart-looking student just behind her, "Wish me luck."

Corinna gave Professor Gregory a look that conveyed more confidence than she felt. Looking directly into his eyes, she said,
"I'm ready."
 
"Good luck," he said, grabbing the notebooks and things and placing them into his backpack. Standing up, he flipped it over his shoulder, making the weight even on his back. He turned to the rest of the class, letting his eyesbrows go up and down in a comic fashion.
"You only live once... technically."
He walked up behind Corinna, having a line already waiting. Automatic transportation. Simply amazing, was it a construct piece of technology or an already inverted pattern from the text itself? He was sure, another question for the profesor though.
Moving around Corinna, he knew she had some things to discuss with the teacher, so he quickly put his hand on the book and spoke the words.


Ouch.

He stood up, rubbing the pain on his ass. The first thing he saw was an actualy wheat field.
"Whoah..."
He walked up to it, glancing down. He pulled on the long strand, picking up a small handful of wheat. It was real? He didn't think it would be real. He thought it was like a computer game or a cartoon. It's only real if it's highlighted or important. Such detail in a single grain of wheat. If he didn't know any better, he swore he was still on earth, looking at a wheat field.
Ahhh, the other person.
"Oh, hello," he said, extending his hand to her, "My name is Athen. More famously known as the local nerd. It is a pleasure to meet you."
 
Rowan took the proffered hand, shaking it quickly and then returning her hands to the pocket of her coat
"Hello, I'm Rowan, better known as the freak. Nice to meet you."

She sized up Athen then went back to looking around, studying the house from a distance before speaking again.

"What do you think of this place?"
 
Gregory:

Looking up at the clock that sat on the wall at the back of the class, Gregory nodded as the students became less and less hesitant, coming up to the book. They would have about half an hour's time to explore Maddy's world, then he would have to gather them up and return them to class. He smiled as Corinna stepped up to the book.
 
Timothy Westran


"Well, now or never I guess." he said, wiping his sweaty palms on his already well worn jeans. Getting in line, behind the rest of the students, Timothy patiently waited. Finally his turn came up. "Uhh, prof? This isn't gonna hurt, is it?" he said, giving a slight, but worried smile. "No, of couse not." Gregory said, with a smile. Looking up to Madison, Tim gave a wink, "New Haven, is it? Nice name for a world, I guess." He placed his hand on the book, as Gregory instructed, and awaited the transfer into the new world.......

"Whoa..." Timothy said, shaking his head a little. "I guess its different for everyone." making note of the shift into the "notebook" world. Taking a look around, seeing all the students, the farm house, and wheat field, Timothy couldnt help but give a stare of awe. "Wow..." he whispered. "This is what we get to do, huh? I could get into this..." he said, staring at the farm house up ahead.......
 
Athen gave a small smile, "Very complicated, and descript. It looks awesome... kinda like the place you want to retire at or something."
He nodded to more arrivals, still not being able to get over the detail. He walked over to the dirt road, feeling the soil in his hand. It was cold, even temperature difference... that was so sweet.
He wanted to know how to do this... honestly. How could one create a world out of paper and a pencil? Cold soil... cold soil.
It even stuck to his hand, he had to brush it clean on his pants.
"Amazing, simply amazing..."
 
Trinity Vanhorn

Trinity sat WAAAY down the back of the class completely dressed in black... but not necessarily fashionably.

Black denim jeans... a tight black t-shirt and a oversized black shirt. Her dark hair hung straight and unadorned down her back. It was long and could have been a striking asset if she'd ever chosen to be striking.

She chose to be unobtrusive and she was very good at blending into the background. She'd managed to escape the self introduction. God she hated that shit.

She'd hoped to just sail through this class like every other. Never drawing attention to herself and just acing the final like she always did. Now she watched in shocked consternation as her fellow class mates stood up to disappear... into what would seem to be... a book.

She wasn't expecting this.

She glanced around nervously. Maybe it was a practical joke?

No one was snickering or pointing at her.

She glared at the professor, before finally standing up and swinging her back pack over her shoulder and stomping down the stairs towards the front of the class.

"Does the school board know about this?" She asked the teacher with a scowl. She was of two minds about leaving the class right now. But, although she couldn't admit it to herself, she was curious. And it took a great deal to get her curious about anything.
 
Suenos

Suenos had been called upon to speak, but was saved by the timely intervention of visual aids. Leaving everything behind he was more than happy to step through the nexus. taking only his black scketch pad and multicolored pens. This was more like it he thought... Suenos was far more sensory driven, and this magnifecent example was a good start. He stepped back from every one and began to scketch, everything from the way the light played off the others to, the way the trees swayed in the breeze.
 
Gregory:

"Yes Miss..." Gregory trailed off for a moment. Trinity took the cue and stated her name. "Miss Trinity, yes, they know, they ARE the ones that fund this class after all." He smiled a charming smile in the hopes to aliviate whatever misgivings she had about this trip. She was the only one left to enter New Haven, and then he himself would join them all and explain a few of the basics to them as they took in the mavel of what they all could accomplish. He pushed the book toward her, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly, glancing over toward Maddy as he did, then focused back on Trinity.
 
In New Haven:

As the gathered students stood around, waiting for the Professor to show, a middle aged man came out of the farm house, following after him was a somewhat pudgy lady wearing a blue and white dress. She was holding a tray... They started walking toward the gathering of students. As they drew closer, the man waved to them all calling something out, but he was still to far away for it to have made any sence.
 
Rowan turned and squinted to make out the incoming people, muttering to herself.

"Looks like we get to meet the Natives."
 
Timothy Westran

"What the hell?....." he said, taking notice of the farmer, and what looked to be his wife make their way to the students. "People actually live on this thing?" Tim said, giving a heavy sigh, and running his fingers through his hair. "This is gonna be harder than I thought......I gotta make people on here to? Shit." Tim said, pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket, and lighting one......
 
Corinna Martin

Corinna didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to do. While the other students 'ooohed' and 'ahhhed' about the place, she stood silent, a terrified look on her face.

Never in her life had this ever happened before. For the first time in her life, she didn't have the perfect response at her fingertips. Corinna actually felt out of her element. She flinched as another student swore and nearly fainted as she saw people coming up to them.

"C-c-could I have one of those?" She asked the student with the cigarettes. Corinna had never smoked.
 
Timothy Westran

"Uhh, sure. Here. Pretty freaky shit huh?" he said, pulling out a winston for Corrina, and lighting it. Closing his zippo, he continued. "My name's Tim." he said, extending his hand to Corrina........
 
Rowan glanced at her fellow students and then back at the people making their way in the general direction. She desperately wished she hadn't given up smoking a month ago, she could have used one right about now. She cleared her throat and spoke to her fellow students in a voice barely loud enough to be heard.

"The Prof told us to stay put, but did he happen to mention anything about interacting with people in here?"
 
The basis of time.
There was a basis of time here. There had to be, if people were here. Just astonishing. Quickly, he took out a notebook, writing like crazy. At first he assumed it was just an ellaborate picture. A picture that you could walk in and touch and everything, but this wasn't a picture at all. This seemed more and more like an actual world somewhere in the universe. Maybe that's what it was.
Is it possible that somehow the profesor had tapped into a power that could develop real worlds out of words and sentences?
Writing that down, he put a question mark next to it, and then underlined. Finally, he circled it, and took out his highlighter and highlighted it.
He shook his head. For the first time in his life he was completely dumbfounded. Honestly, he had no answer for this. He would have to wait for the explanation from their instructor.
Kneeling one more time he picked up a strand of wheat, putting it in his hair. He chuckled to himself, a nice country boy look if he didn't say so himself.
 
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