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[marreddreams]

[Tonight was promising to be a quiet night in the dressing room. The Tykis may be lounging in the miscellaneous bars and pubs, and the Allens are probably curled up in piles of blankets. Who knows where the Crosses are, but that's nothing new. And Lavis? Well... they're probably head-first in a book, drooling and getting ink on themselves. Yes,

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[dreamlessrecord]

[In this dream, she's just playing in a field of flowers]

[marreddreams]

[Well, she was playing in a field of flowers. But said flowers themselves are starting to sink into the ground like quicksand, even if the ground feels as solid as pavement.]

[dreamlessrecord]

[Road's eye widens at that and she takes a step back.]

[marreddreams]

[Are there any trees around here, other-me? If so, they're going to start shriveling now, almost like dust being blown away.]

[dreamlesslogs]

[Road looks around, scared for once. And then she'll start running, hoping that there was a way out.]

[marreddreams]

[There is a way out, as a matter of fact. In the form of a heart-shaped door that is slowly coming out of the ground.]

[Except, the handle is going to be hot. Scorching, almost. Still going to open it?]

[dreamlesslogs]

[She does try to open it, but withdraws her hand when she feels the heat. Road grits her teeth, though before looking around when she hears humming]

[marreddreams]

[You aren't going to know what's on the other side until you step through. For now, it's just blackness on the other side.]

[But there's the unmistakable smell of apple pie wafting through the threshold.]

[dreamlessrecord]

[Road looks up at that, curious and wary at the same time. She starts to follow after the smell, hesitating with each step she takes]

[marreddreams]

[The door shuts behind her, leaving her in blackness, penetrated only by several small pinpricks of light - candlelight? - lined up in a long line, as if candelabras along the length of a table.]

[dreamlesslogs]

[She stands at the end of the table, looking around. Finally, Road begins to start walking around it, keeping a hand on the table just in case]

[marreddreams]

[Road.]

[The voice seems to come from everywhere in the darkness, and yet also seems to come from the very end of the table. It's soft and smooth, almost like velvet. Silky and playful. Should sound familiar, and yet not, at the same time.]

[dreamlesslogs]

[Road stops, clutching the end of the table]

Who's there?

[marreddreams]

[Come now, don't you recognize me?]

[And since she's at the end of the table, the voice is coming from right in front of her. Something warm slips over her hand; a large gloved hand. It isn't menacing, but almost a comfort.]

[I'm hurt.]

[dreamlesslogs]

[Stiffens at that, not moving.]

No. I don't know who you are. [But something tells her that she should know who the person is.]

[marreddreams]

[Two small gold flicks blink in the darkness, like a pair of watching eyes.]

[And the hand over hers comes up to touch her cheek, bringing with it the smell of cigarettes -- and blood.]

[At all, Love?]