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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[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?

[yosukecantstop]

[His face goes red, and there's just little adolescent squawk in his voice when he answers her. Not that his answer makes any sense.]

Don't ask me, it isn't my subconscious!

[He seems to realize a second too late what a stupid statement that seems to be. Retraction time.]

I saw it on TV. She's... [He gives the TVs a funny look. The girl in the bikini is now wearing a leathery catsuit the color of oil in a pool of water. And drinking a bottle of something called Quelorie Magic. He glances away.] she's an idol.

[curious_copycat]

[Polly watches the "idol" some more, trying to think of something to help him feel better.]

She's very... shiny.

[She glances back at him, and it's kind of obvious that she doesn't quite believe him. She's a telepath, after all, and even if she does try not to pay attention, there are lots of men on the Thor.]

And idol... That means she's a singer, right?

[yosukecantstop]

[Yosuke's not that great of a liar. Which is too bad, because he has a lot of lying to do ever since he met Souji. He's trying to think of a better one than last time when a girl with wavy hair and an orange apron like the one he's suddenly wearing too walks past. His eyes follow her, his face goes a little pale, and he swallows hard.]

Right...

[He shakes his head, and almost forms a more coherent reply when a pen drops out of the girl's pocket. She bends over slowly to pick it up, her school uniform skirt riding up high enough to show off the tops of her long stockings and just a bit of the lace on the edges of her panties. Yosuke's face gets even redder, but he can't quite look away. He even seems to forget Polly is there at all for a minute.]

[curious_copycat]

[Polly smothered a giggle and looked away a moment for both of their sakes. Reaching over she taps Yosuke on the shoulder.]

Um...?

[yosukecantstop]

[He startles, and then dodges to block her view again, looking slightly mortified.]

That's just a memory. [He admits, and then looks horrified at himself for admitting it.] Anyway, never mind her!

[He scrubs a palm over his face, like maybe that will help. It doesn't. The girl on the TVs has started doing an odd, gyrating dance. Yosuke drops his school bag, glances at Polly again, and twitches as he tries to decide whether or not to just make a run for it.]

If you stayed out of people's heads you wouldn't have to see such private things!

[curious_copycat]

[Polly blinked, tilting her head inquisitively at him.]

Well, I've been to dozens of dreams, so far, and never seen anything like this..!

[The movement on the screen draws her attention, and she stares, openly fascinated, head tilting even further.]

How does she move like that?

[yosukecantstop]

[Both his hands are over his face now, and whatever he mumbles at Polly it isn't very understandable through the heel of his right palm. The heel of the left is pressed to his eye to ward off a headache.

To a psychic, though, some mental cursing might be a good giveaway to his general state of mind. His four letter vocabulary is pretty impressive.]

[curious_copycat]

[Frowning sympathetically, she pats him on the shoulder... though the wiggling idol continues to draw her eye.]

It's okay, Yosuke. Lots of people think about these things... I'm just not used to them dreaming them!

[yosukecantstop]

I'm not a pervert!

[And as soon as he objects, they're in a deserted school hallway. He slides a classroom door open and takes a seat at a desk, ignoring the skeleton of a teacher up front. The yellow-gray fog is all that's visible out the windows.]

Why am I dreaming about you, anyway? This can't be real, can it?

[curious_copycat]

[Polly blinks, both at his outburst and at the sudden change in scene.]

Pervert..?

[It was a little like their own school on the Thor, and that makes her feel a little at home. She follows him into the classroom, walking over to look out at the fog.]

Well... You aren't, not really. I'm just kind of... visiting.

[yosukecantstop]

You whores! [A man's voice yells from up front, even though they're alone in the room. Yosuke leans forward over the desk and pulls out the chair in front of him for Polly.]

People don't visit dreams. Or listen to thoughts. That's a good way to find out things you're better off not knowing.

[He's definitely no psychic, but something about his tone of voice rings of personal experience anyway.]

[curious_copycat]

[Polly jumped at the sudden shout, turning in the direction of the sound, frowning at the skeleton at the head of the class.]

[After a moment's hesitation, she accepts the seat.]

But, my kind are better off knowing everything we can. It keeps us going.