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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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[sleightofhearts]

[The dream is a rather simple one at the moment, and consists mainly of a large, expansive field surrounded by a wooden fence. A hobo Tyki is sitting on top of the fence, chewing on the end of a wheat stalk, and looking out into the field.]

[He's been here before. This field. This farm. The barn in the middle of the field... he's been looking for it for as long as he can remember.]

[And yet, he can't bring himself to move from the fence yet. This may be the barn he's been looking for, but it doesn't feel quite right.]

[sleightofhearts]

... just me, or does th'barn look familiar?

[sleightofhearts]

Can't shake th'feeling I've been here before.

[He runs his hand over his hair, and clasps his hands behind his head.]

... or maybe I'm spose t'be here.

[sleightofhearts]

[The wheat sticking out of his mouth tosses a bit as he chews on it, and finally he slips down from the fence, holding his elbow out.]

Means we have t'go now, don't it?

[sleightofhearts]

[Sure is. And as they walk, the temperature starts to drop until it's almost frigid. Tyki glances up at the sky - was it always cloudy?]

... good timin', yeah? 't least it'll be warm in there.

[betweenabsentee]

[Hello there, other hobo. Have an apple tossed your way.]

[sleightofhearts]

[The apple being tossed his way catches him off-guard and he almost misses it. When he does catch it, he turns it over a couple times in his hand.]

Oi. Barn look familiar t'ya too?

[betweenabsentee]

[Looking up, noticing the barn for the first time.] Never seen it in my life.

[sleightofhearts]

Can't shake th'feeling I've been in there b'fore.

[betweenabsentee]

[Pulls another apple from who knows where and starts walking towards it. The field turns to cobblestone wherever his feet land.]

Only one way to find out, right?

[sleightofhearts]

Read my mind~

[Blinks at the cobblestone. That's not right. But he doesn't say anything. As they step forward, the air gets colder and colder, until it's almost frigid. Was it always cloudy?]

... looks like we got good timin'. Those are snow clouds.

[betweenabsentee]

Snow in London. Wonderful. [Off in the distance, a train whistle can be heard as giant, white, gray and black snowflakes start to fall.]

Looks like we'll just have to wait it out.