And all the time he's mumbling.

[There is a young man standing on the fountain. Yes, simply standing; his legs are spread and planted firmly, a defiant yet proud look on his face... for just a moment before it fades into utter and complete wide-eyed confusion. This is not his classroom. It's not any part of Welton. It's not... anywhere he's ever seen. And it looks like no other place he's seen before, either. Then he notices he's standing on a fountain. He stumbles slightly, but stabilizes himself and slowly climbs down, staring in wonder around him. There was no way this was real. He'd been in the classroom, he'd been standing on his desk-- but then he wasn't. He'd barely so much as blinked and here he was, in-- in-- whatever this place was. None of his classmates were here, nor Mr. Keating, nor Nolan. This was... impossible. He must have lost it. He must have.]

U-um... hello?



[ooc: Ohhhhh my god I have to go to bed. Feel free to tag away and I will stammer and stutter back at'cha sometime between all the things I have to do tomorrow bbz. XDD]