Get out of dodge

You can't take it, the deja vu is just too strong. Without even a backwards glance or an apology, you walk straight out of the classroom, heart pounding.

It's just- it was too familiar, everything was almost the same as what had gone down an hour ago- only...you were confused, because it sort of felt like it was happening for the first time.

Disoriented, you stop and lean against a locker, for once finding no difficulty in ignoring the multitudes of beautiful 18+ women walking past you. Holding your head, your mutter to yourself:

"This isn't a time loop episode, this is reality. This _is _reality, right? I'm not about to start playing poker with the Enterprise bridge crew and start repeating the same game over and over, am I?"

"That would seem unlikely," an amused voice responds, "If only because you're not a senior officer, and they don't let just anyone play with them."

You jolt at the words and look up. A familiar raven-haired beauty greets you: Jasmine Decker, with her nerdy-as-hell glasses and legs that go for miles.

"You!" You say, "do you know what's going on here?"

"Sure," she says, quirking her lips up slightly, "You're talking to yourself about time loops while hiding against someone else's locker."

"No, no, I mean, do you know why this is all happening again? Why all the girls are beautiful? Why Diana is having me strip in front of her students?"

Jasmine's eyebrows rise high as she smiles broadly. "Well, that sounds like a sight to see. Sadly, I imagine I wouldn't be invited to that particular classroom. I'm already a little too familiar with the subject matter."

"What's the supposed to mean?" You ask sharply.

She shrugs, "Let's just say it's nothing I haven't seen before," she says, gesturing vaguely towards your pants, "but what I'm more concerned with is what you said about the girls all being beautiful. Because you're right- they are. More so than usual. That's strange."

"Ok, so you don't remember talking about this with me earlier?" You ask.

She moves closer to you and leans in to murmur, "I like having this conversation with you. You don't mind if it feels a little repetitive, do you?"

The hairs on your back stand up a bit. What's up with her?