--- (dream)

[absinthe_eyed]

[A dream pops into being-not dramatically, but quietly. Hesitantly, almost. The surroundings are vague and indistinct; they’re irrelevant. The ground is solid enough to walk on, but it feels unstable as if it might tilt away at any moment. Justin is present, staring at the featureless walls, barely there himself. He appears to flicker like an

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[dreamsofnoah]

[She'd been watching, watching, so used to watching dreams. It was even better when she didn't have to be the one to drag them up from a person's subconscious. Dreams said so much about the person having them.

She waited until it was over, knowing he wouldn't hear her giggles as golden eyes took everything in.] Such a child, Justin. Suicide? Crime? Relentless fire? [a scream of laughter]

So you still remember~ our game. [said in a whisper, hushed, finger held up to her lips] We had fun that time, didn't we, Justin?

[absinthe_eyed]

[Justin looks mildly baffled by Road's intrusion (almost--aha--like someone waking from a dream). He recovers when she starts laughing.]

It was a flawed philosophy...

[Yes, he remembers that game. No, he doesn't want to. No, it wasn't fun. He speaks just as quietly as she did.] You had fun. It wasn't a game to me.

[dreamsofnoah]

[She's just behind him, her bangs not quite hiding the stigmata across her forehead.]

Philosophies are flawed because~ they're philosophies.

[Humming a few notes of a tune and looking around, ignoring his last statement. She has a habit of tuning him out when he starts complaining.]

[absinthe_eyed]

[As dangerous as it is to keep one's back to Road, Justin does so. If she can disregard him by laughing and humming, he can keep his back to her.]

What are you doing here? ...Is this your dream, or mine?

[chasingmorning]

[The lightless void that she ran from at least had a thin film of familiarity. It's eerie, like this the graveyard she first wandered into. The shining prized specimen in the unknown isn't a bug. Is Justin in here? Shilo fumbles at her side, looking for a bag that's not there with a flashlight inside. With no success, she keeps her arms around herself, it's cold and she doesn't have a coat. The blood on her face, shoulders, arms and dress is still wet enough to be sticky.

Shilo stops walking. She wants to curl up and hide from his dream, her's from thing. This is no place to stop.]

[absinthe_eyed]

[Pulled out of his own dream by Road's intrusion, Justin is wandering aimlessly. It's a lucid dream; he has read about them. He should be able to control what goes on now that he knows he's dreaming. He should be able to wake up, or--if this is similar to the previous dream curse--leave this dream for another. There's no escaping, however. He can't wake up and he can't find anything but dark fog and the occasional whisper... maybe a glance of Richard or Cassie here or there.

It's disconcerting.

Justin very nearly runs into Shilo. Shilo, covered in blood. He stares a moment and then recovers his wits.]

Shilo? ...What happened?

[chasingmorning]

I saw-- Justin, I saw it. I saw everything. Yours. Mine. That's--

[Oh to hell with it. She flings herself his way and holds onto him as tightly as possible.]

You're not a bad person. You're not.

[And that maybe difficult to make out said into his shirt and through tears.]

[absinthe_eyed]

Yours...?

[He wraps his arms around her. The blood doesn't matter that much. It's dream blood--nothing that will be there when they wake up. Shilo's cold... cold enough that he can tell. All the more reason to keep hugging her.

Justin understands her well enough, but the words are hard to take in. He's too numb to think about it and convince himself that Shilo's right or wrong. (There's something about dreams--something very surreal. It's hard to process emotions in such an environment.)]

Sorry you had to come here. [He's not sorry she's here, though.] It's fine, Shilo. We have to wake up eventually. [He rubs one of her bloodied shoulders.] What happened?

[ooc: Ruuunning away to errands and home!]