Tenth Designation

[just_a_commoner]

WHAT: Haruhi's dream!
WHO: Haruhi and you! Yes. You.
WHEN: Any time during the nighttime hours thurs-sun

The scene is a large music room whose decorations can't really decide on what they want to be. One moment it's an accurately humid and dense rainforest, the next a lavishly decorated Sultan's palace, and then a mad tea party with rose bushes and little plush mice here and there poking their heads out of tea kettles. The room was busy with girls, giggling and enjoying whatever sweets or drinks were available with the current theme.

Haruhi was milling about, mostly in awe of the decorations. While extremes seemed to be common with her, they always took her by surprise, and she felt that she had to acknowledge the work that... who was it that set these things up, anyway? It didn't really matter, anyway, because she was alone for the time being, apparently waiting for something. Is it you?

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[growinmushrooms]

Tamaki tried to move with the stealth and grace of a proper butler... or sultan-butler-jungle-native... without quite as much success as he had hoped. By the time he had finished serving the tea, Haruhi was simply a floating bruit basket in the forest, and he set down the tray, made his excuses, and hurried after her with rather less concern for delicacy of movement than usual.

"Ah... Haru-hiiiii....."

[just_a_commoner]

Ah! Dammit! She'd been seen! She ducked behind a large tree and took off into the forest, stumbling over the overgrown roots and fallen foliage, dropping a steady trail of fruit as she went. Just how deep was this forest? It seemed that as soon as the thought left her mind, Haruhi's foot caught a brick and sent her forward onto her face. When she looked up, she found herself in a cafe setting inside the Third Music Room. She pulled herself to her feet and looked around at all of the tables, each of them occupied save for one with the most outrageous, outlandish decorations she'd ever seen in her life.

A gigantic glittering heart centerpiece with a bright pink tablecloth and bits of heart confetti and rose petals covering the surface of the table. Yes. It was ridiculous, but it was her only hope of escape. She swallowed her pride and ran to the table, ducking underneath it.