Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Dec 6, 2010 23:19:33 GMT -7
Oliver's eyes flickered open. He let out a yawn and stretched as he sat upward.
His hand went to his head as he recalled his dream from the night before. What a bizarre one it had been too! It seemed to take a page out of Night At The Museum, but took on a distinctly RSOR related spin. Reincarnates in their wax bodies. Reincarnates in their old bodies. At this thought, Oliver's hand went up to his face just above his lips. He did not know what he expected to feel there, but he was not all that surprised to feel smooth skin. Yet he frowned contemplatively as he pulled himself to his feet.
He put together his clothes for the day and got dressed, making sure that he looked respectable enough for his trip. He might not be trying to sell planes on this trip, but he still wanted to look respectable, as he and his fellow students were representing America in a way. Sort of. In all honesty, Oliver just liked to make sure that he looked nice.
The next objective was breakfast.
In order to get breakfast, Oliver had to trek through the wax museum. This was all a bit odd, considering what had happened in his dream the night before. A strange grin remained planted across his face as he remembered clearly what a great many of these figures were doing in his dreams the night before. Joan of Arc playing tag with Bonnie and Clyde. Himself, Orville Wright, walking through the museum with Walt Disney in search of an elusive red pen. Michelangelo and Da Vinci carrying on a heated argument until Bob Marley broke it up. And then? Then he began to notice things.
Jack the Ripper with a band-aid. He recalled the incident from his 'dream' that presented the need for Jack's band-aid, but that had been a dream, right?
Then he came across a Walt Disney figure. This figure looked normal as well, save for one huge detail - The pens. Oliver was almost positive Walt Disney had not had those pens during the tour the night before. However, he could recall very clearly dreaming about a search for pens with none other than Justice Logan, in his old body as Walt Disney. Biting his lip and furrowing his brow, Oliver placed his backpack gently on the ground in front of him and dug to the bottom, pulling out a red pen. He then stuck it into the figure's pocket, all the while muttering to himself that he was getting a bit too carried away with his imagination.
The clincher came, however, when Oliver was just outside of the breakfast hall. There, he overheard a most curious conversation between two members of museum staff, coming in to work.
"How the heck?"
"What's up, Keith?"
"Near the door...there's two wheelchairs stuck together. Looks like someone did it."
"How could anyone have done it? The wheelchairs were just fine last night, I checked! Even counted how many there were! Two wheelchairs were stuck together somehow!"
"Well, I don't know, but...I KNOW! THOSE KIDS!"
"Keith, those kids were locked up all night. The security cameras show it."
A snort. "Then what are you suggesting? One of the wax figures came to life and did it?"
The workers turned the corner at this point.
Oliver headed to a table at once, his head feeling a bit fuzzy, despite the fact that he felt quite well rested. His mind was reeling as he mulled over the workers' conversation in his head. Two wheelchairs welded together. Oliver could clearly remember doing this in his "dream" the night before. He recalled grabbing a few tools from the janitor's closet and welding the two chairs together, just for the fun of it. If two chairs like that really were located near the front entrance...
Then both workers were correct. The "kids" were responsible, and the wax figures had come to life. The "kids", the reincarnates, had become their past selves for the night.
Oliver's eyes widened as he reached this realization, going a bit pale as he ordered a coffee along with bacon and eggs. He looked around, trying to see if anyone knew fairly well was in sight, and half expected to see people wandering in their old bodies once more. Oliver shook his head and blinked a few times. This was going to be one strange trip.
Word count: 761
To: Open!
Notes: Bah, I dunno XD
