[There's no rule against having Christmas themed dreams a few days late, is there? If there is, it's not one River Song ever paid any mind to. Of course, all of the music and decorations are contained in a rusty space ship-looking room, but without windows it might be anything from an old warehouse to a submarine. An excessively roomy submarine ( Read more... )

A massive multi-faceted crystal made up of countless others looms over several smaller similar growths. It's a crystalline garden, but somehow the crystals that make it up seem possessed of life, especially two brightly-shining ones that seem newer than the others somehow. They're all like stars ( Read more... )

( Cut for length: Options: cookie baking, homework help, Ami knitting Christmas presents for family, Ami tearing up her father's sketches he sent her. )

[ today, you've gotten a call from a nurse at Abbott-Alabaster Hospital. there's a family member currently occupying one of their rooms and as their kin, you're notified.

for some reason (to lecture, to scold, to make fun of, to be a good sibling, etc) you've found it in you to take time out of your very busy schedule (or maybe it's an empty one ( Read more... )

[ The Doctor simply nods to the dreamer as they find themselves in The TARDIS console room. He's flying around the console, as par usual, hitting random things and random dials. Sitting on his head is a cowboy hat. Somehow, it just works with the bowtie, suspenders and green coat. Don't ask. ]

Right then! I've got a special treat in mind. [ He ( Read more... )

The forest is quiet, and green. A cloaked man heads towards an altar in a clearing, already laid out with candles and, crosswise, his sword in its sheath. He takes a deep, cleansing breath, and picks it up ( Read more... )

[[OOC: Warning's for slight violence.]]

[It was like a heartbeat. Each passing moment, heartbeats. The steady rhythmic thump that would normally seem so calming, especially when sleeping, was a sure sign something was wrong. Everything was quiet besides the thump-thump. Then a gun is being cocked. Bang. Shotgun. That's what it is.

Thump-thump. Heart ( Read more... )

[ So, here is Umi, hair pulled back in a braid, dressed in a black leotard, pink tights, legwarmers and toe shoes, stretching her muscles out on the barre in front of a mirror. She's working on her plies and her arabesques, silently counting the steps in her mind as she goes through her warm up routine. Arms out, then in, up and then down, sort of ( Read more... )

The landscape appears to be the grounds near his house, though with the fog and dark sky it may not seem too different for those who had visited him in the place. It does seem as though he is mentally trying to hide everything. Any visitors would approach from a side that has a garden. The flowers in it seem wilted, unattended to. He's standing ( Read more... )

[The room is open and bright, all old, dark wood and sunlight spilling in through the large windows. It's a nice enough room, walls lined with bookcases and with a large fireplace on one side. In the centre of the room is a table and two chairs, and on the table a chessboard. The pieces aren't black and white but made of wood, one side the colour ( Read more... )