Come Dreamwalk With Me 5 (Open Log)

[curious_copycat]

Who: Polly (curious_copycat) and anyone who feels like it.
What: Nocturnal Telepathic Shenanigans, Random CR, Drama, Exposition, Crack, Surreal Shite, Whatever You Want.
Where: In Your Head, or Polly's
When: Tonight. (But latecomers are always welcome.)
Warnings: A few of Polly's memories might come with her, and there are monsters in that thar head. Beyond that

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[steelalchemy]

It had been almost a week since his last nightmare. They'd been going on for so long he'd nearly forgotten what a decent night of sleep felt like, what having normal dreams were like. The past several days had shown marked improvement, though those close to him would have been able to tell there was still something... not quite right. Something was on Ed's mind.

In his dream, he was sitting in Hohenheim's study, the study that was in the house he'd burned down years ago. Books were piled haphazardly on the floor and shelves and Ed's was sitting at the desk with his back to the door. Propping his check up with one hand, he slowly turned the pages of a book with another. It was in here somewhere, he just had to find it.

[curious_copycat]

Polly walked through the empty hallways of her Mother's house. She hasn't been here in quite some time. She did not like the memories it stirred. She was almost relieved when she turned a corner and found herself elsewhere.

The light from the study drew her, the sight of the books comforting--they always did. Even with Ed facing away, Polly recognized him. Moving quietly, she slips up behind him, standing on tip-toe to look at the book he was paging through.

"Whatcha doin'?"

[steelalchemy]

Ed glanced up as Polly spoke, and grinned a little.

"I'm looking for something," he explained. "I'm not quite sure where it went off to."

He looked back at the book in front of him and turned another page. The pages were covered with dates followed by short paragraphs. It was like a journal of sorts, though the descriptions were of things Ed had never seen and never done... because they're heavily encoded.

On the right-hand side of the page was a blank spot.

"There." Ed pointed to the blank spot. "I'm missing this."

[curious_copycat]

Polly looked down at the blank spot curiously. She leans a little closer, as if looking for some clue of where it might've gone.

"What is it? What's missing?"

Instinctively, she knows it must be something important.

[pattan]

[Currently presiding over an enormous class of samurai, all going through their kata and exercises.]

[He huffs proudly and removes his glasses, wiping them clean before pressing them back onto his face.]

Alright! That's enough for today! Good work everyone!

[The students, all bright eyed and excited, turn to their sensei and bow.]

[Curiously, they're all wearing glasses.]

[curious_copycat]

[Polly is in the process of walking through one of the many abandoned estates of Calabi Yau, when she hears a startlingly familiar voice. Running ahead, she peeks out the back door, and her mouth falls open to suddenly find her silent little dimension so very very full.]

[Slowly.]

[Very slowly.]

[She walks out to join Shinpachi and his army of students. By the time she reaches them, she is grinning.]

[pattan]

Don't forget everyone! Your katana isn't your only weapon! It's a projection of your real self! That's what my mentor taught me, and I want you all to remember that in your daily meditation!

[Sunlight glints off of every one of their hopeful, spectacled faces; perfect rays of hope.]

And be sure to pick up Otsuu-chan's latest single on your way home! She needs all of our support!!

Yes! Shinpachi-sensei!!

[He bows formally to his students as they break up and mill around, swapping photobooks and other paraphernalia.]

[curious_copycat]

[Shinpachi's speech about katana. It was just like what Mr. Jushiro had taught her about Zanpakuto! This similarity cements her certainty that Shinpachi must be a very good teacher.]

[She moves up behind him as the students were dismissed.]

Shinpachi, hi!

[yosukecantstop]

[The fog is so thick it's difficult to see through. There's a yellow-gray haze obscuring the world for the most part. Occasionally someone dashes past wearing a gas mask, but it's no big deal. Yosuke shifts the school bag on his shoulder, switches to a livelier playlist on his mp3 player, and glances around.]

I think I forgot the history essay...damn.

[He frowns, and looks around like he's expecting to see someone. But no one with a discernible face stops or joins him.]

[curious_copycat]

[Polly is walking down the streets of the Eternals' city, when she notices the fog. She'd only ever read about fog--Calabi-Yau didn't have it, like it didn't have so many things.]

[She jumps when the first gas-masked stranger darts by, pressing her fingers to her mouth to smother a cry. Then she sees a vaguely familiar shape a bit ahead.]

Yosuke...?

[yosukecantstop]

[He jumps, and spins guiltily around, eyes wide. Behind him is a stage with a pole that he's trying to stand in front of, in spite of the bass that makes the ground shake. No one is on the stage, but the backdrop is made of TV screens stacked crookedly on top of each other. A girl in pigtails and a bikini giggles and winks on the screens.]

How did you get here?

[curious_copycat]

[Polly blinks, the sudden change in scene--not to mention what the scene was--startling her slightly.]

I'm... not sure.

[And she honestly isn't. She leans over a bit, watching the pigtailed girl.]

Why are we in a strip club?

aaahhhhhh always wanted this

[wishgazer]

[There are no dreams for "Kamui". Even in sleep he's a walking blank. He's always relied on another to weave the dreams for him.

But even without that familiar presence, he knows when someone is near, and not just physically. Perhaps it was time to greet this one personally.]

Re: aaahhhhhh always wanted this

[curious_copycat]

[Polly had been wandering through the upper halls of the council building, when she notices that the hallways seem to be losing definition. Everything is.]

[She wanders out into the bleak, blank in-between place, neither dream nor memory, turning a circle and finding that the way back was fading away.]

[She couldn't come someplace like this alone. Who had brought her?]

Hello...?

[wishgazer]

[Welcome to my parlour, said the spider to the fly. He was no spider, and she was no fly, but still, if she made one stupid move, he would have to remove her from the pitch-black dreamscape he had created especially to receive her.]

Good evening.

[curious_copycat]

[Polly is not in the habit of making stupid moves. Well... at least not threatening ones. She recognizes him, eyes widening slightly. She fidgets slightly, clasping her hands before her.]

Hello.

Have this one now~

[redeyeknight]

[Bodyguarding that moron day in and day out drained Oswald. When he made it back to his room, he stripped out of his armor and left it gathered in his corner of the room, dropping to sleep the moment his head hit the pillow. How often did he dream? Not often for them to be pleasant...]

[This time though... It was something rare. Without his armor and down to his dress shirt and black pants, he was walking through a vast forest. A tall tower could be seen over several trees, but his attention was at the river and stone bridges. He seemed to be looking for someone.]

*picks up and runs away with*

[curious_copycat]

[Polly was not unfamiliar with trees. For the past week she'd been sneaking down to unofficially work at the camp, helping Ed keep an eye on the hikers.]

[What she is not familiar with, is rounding a corner in the silent city in her mind to find that a forest had sprung up in the streets, the buildings gradually fazing out. She walks past the tower, eventually approaching a river, and a bridge. She realizes, slowly that there's a pale figure approaching from the other side.]

Gah! Didn't mean literally!

[redeyeknight]

"Oswald!"

[He hasn't noticed Polly yet, but at the name, he almost turned her way. A pale woman with long silver hair wearing a blue dress runs across the bridge. Feathers decorate her hair and her dark blue eyes are bright, just like her smile. Amazingly, he's smiling too]

Gwendolyn...

"Myris and I went for a stroll. We lost track of the sun..."

`Tis nothing to worry about. I only arrived now.

Oh. :-| *sets him back down*

[curious_copycat]

[Polly starts at the sudden appearance of the woman, but instantly relaxes and smiles as they speak to one another. Rather than interrupt the scene, she chooses to hang back and watch.]