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[meteo_sniper]

Characters: Lockon Stratos and OPEN TO ALL
When: Dreamscape
Where: In a dream. Technically it's somewhere on borders of one's consciousness, right?
Rating: PG-13 may go up
Summary: Take a look at Lockon's mind and memories

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[truedeath02]

Of course Duo tried to get in the house, but it changed. What had seemed like a welcoming home quickly turned into something that felt more like a haunted house, pushing him away. But, the look hadn't changed... not much, at least. He cautiously explored, his thief's instincts taking over, and the basement window was open. He crouched and looked in for a moment.

[meteo_sniper]

The basement seemed more like a part of a house, than just a storage room. There were furniture - old and used though, not the kind you keep in living room, more like the one you throw away from it upon buying new set - and even if a slight dust lingered here and there, it could easily be used as a spare room. There where photos scattered around the table and couch, and several doors leading to other rooms, and places.

[truedeath02]

It looked almost too easy. However, not knowing there was another open window on the first floor on the other side, he figured to try this way first. Wriggling through the window easily, as he was still a somewhat skinny teenager, he carefully lowered himself down from the window until he was standing firmly on the floor. Moving about, he paused silently to look over the photos.

[meteo_sniper]

People, that was what was on those photos. Not views or things, but always people. Surroundings varied from some tropical island, some kind of facility, and a spaceship, but most important were always people. Some faces were familiar - Setsuna, Tieria, Allelujah, Sumeragi - others were not. Small happenings were pictured on photos.

Not counting the several doors to smaller rooms around, there was a staircase leading up here. And heavily locked, almost barricaded door on the opposite corner of the basement.

Wednesday ; late night

[nimquesse]

The house wasn't that big but it she still found it a slight feeling of warmth from it almost like if it was welcoming her it was a slight familiar feeling for her one that she had forgotten but apparently the person that resided there didn’t wanted anyone to be inside because the door was locked, she had tried to open it a few times but it didn’t budged, it was also probable that she was in someone else's mind.

Slowly she walked around the house and found two windows that could allow her access in the house, despite that it conflicted with her a bit she decided to use the half-open window that probably led to the first floor to get inside the house.

Wednesday ; late night

[meteo_sniper]

The window led to the house hallway. Small plants around windowsills, framed pictures around the walls - people from adstring recognizable on them - and doors, doors, doors. Some half open, some closed shut.

Apparently no one was home, but a fleeting sound of steps, either floor up, or down could be heard.

Wednesday ; late night

[nimquesse]

Rinoa looked around the place, after she had gotten over the fact that she was once again invading, for a few seconds she ran her fingers through the leafs of the small plants around the windowsills before she started to examine the place a bit more closely.

The first thing she noticed were the pictures in the wall, she quickly recognized some of the people in the pictures from Adstring, with a small smile she walked down the hall finding some doors opened, that led to warm rooms with more pictures of memories from the small world they have been thrown in.

Concluding that the first floor mostly consisted on memories from Adstring and that some doors were locked, she decided to move to another parts of the house, judging by the sounds she could either go up or down, after slight consideration she decided to go down.

Wednesday ; late night

[meteo_sniper]

The basement looked as if it was continuation of the first floor. Only with older and more used furniture, and a thin layer of dust here and there. Still, it was definitely more of additional rooms, than a storage area. Only a few doors here, and all of them half open - except for one, which was heavily locked.

Pattern of photos continued here, but instead of being framed on the wall, they were scattered around, among other items.

Thursday, late night

[alle_halle]

Allelujah comes closer to the house; it's so warm and welcoming him like he belongs there. For a moment he just looks around wondering whos dream it is this time. He approaches the house, knocking to the door first. There's no answer, so he tries to open it only to get pushed away; looks like the dream owner doesn't like people trying to get inside. Still, Allelujah checks around to find the basement window. It won't hurt to try it, right? So he does, slipping inside easily.

For such heavily guarded house, this one is really homely inside. Allelujah looks around curiously, for now not touching anything.

Thursday, late night

[meteo_sniper]

The furniture, instead of tools and mess, indicates that this place is rather a part of living part, than just a storage. Photos are scattered around, and they present very familiar places and faces.

Meisters and Ptolemy crew, either on spaceship, Liu's island or any other of the bases. Allelujah was present on them as well, including the awkward situation when he walked on Lockon comforting Feldt - only from Lockon point of view, obviously.

Thursday, late night

[alle_halle]

Allelujah can't hide the smile as he reaches for the few photos to look at them closely. Each one reminds him of happier, past times, ofthe moments they all spend together. It's almost funny to see that photo considering the fact that Feldt appeared here recently.

He puts it down, deciding to explore further. After all, this is only one chance to see some part of Lockon's memories, or even of Neil if he's lucky enough. He continues walking further into the basement, noticing that all of the things here seem to be tied to CB.

Thursday, late night

[meteo_sniper]

It's not photos. There is a familiar cellphone, lying under the newspaper, or the wrench Ian threw once in rare fit of rage, as drunk Lasse was performing something that was probably supposed to be a striptease. Never drag the main mechanic on drinking party without his consent, was Lockon comment back then. A lone Haro, apparently in sleep mode, resting under the table, and other things like this. Thing being familiar only for those who know them too.

Most of the doors around are either half open, or not shut at all. All, except one. The one in dark corner, barricaded and locked heavily. One that is not supposed to be opened.

[miss_confidence]

Marie looked around, not recognizing her surroundings. She quickly assumed this was a dream, despite many happenings that were hard to believe lately. The eerie feeling she was experiencing as she approached the house only proved her theory.

Knocking on the closed door didn't seem to get her anywhere, but she still waited a moment, hoping someone would come out. Only after a few minutes- or she thought it was a few, it's hard to tell in a dream- she decided to try and see if there was anyone at the back of the house.
Finding no one, she turned her attention to an open window. Calling out, she tried to look inside, still expecting someone's presence. Upon receiving no answer, she slipped inside through the window on the first floor.

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[meteo_sniper]

Open window led to a house hallway, sunlit and silent. No one was home apparently, but there was a fleeting feeling as if someone just passed by. It was decorated with framed photos hanging on the walls. Most of them, no, all of them consisted of various people and situation from Adstrigendum.

Among them was the infamous incident with Soma and curler, as well as many photos from the time of sickness she spend in the same room with Lockon, while Allelujah took care of them. Allelujah, and several other people, - like Setsuna, Tieria, pink haired girl, and someone who looked like younger Ginia - were generally reoccurring theme.

Suddenly, quick steps from above were heard, as if someone was running on the upper floor.

[miss_confidence]

Marie smiled while she passed by pictures, looking at each of them. It felt funny to find herself in someone else's memories. They couldn't be hers- she didn't know some of the people appearing on those pictures.

Sound of movement immediately caught Marie's attention and she looked in the direction it came from.

"H-hello? I'm sorry for intruding... You don't have to hide from me."

Following the sound, she found the stairs and headed upstairs cautiously.

[meteo_sniper]

Sound of steps was repeated, but this time, they were more cautious, sneaky.

The second floor was sunlit, and very homely. There were random toys lying in the corner of the floor, and coats hanging on hall tree. Some of them in size for adults, other small, for children.

A pair of green eyes peeks at you, from behind the coat on hat-stand. Looks like a child is hiding there.

[rokkuseikatsu]

While coming up to the house, there's a small smile when he gets closer to the warmth and to the house. Naruto knocks first, yet doesn't try to open the door. When he observes that the landscape is strange, he knocks again in concern and tries the doorhandle, wondering if something is wrong. "Hey! Anybody in there?".

[meteo_sniper]

The house stops giving the calm aura, and starts to feel...alert. Not yet hostile, or pushing away, but just being there and observing the intruder. As much as a house could observe anyone, of course.

Perhaps it was just weird impression given by someone in the house? Suddenly, a curtain flutters on a second floor, but outside of that everything is silent and unmoving.

[rokkuseikatsu]

Duly noted and the curtain flutters, he feels the shift in the aura. "Something's wrong'ttebayo." Luckily, Naruto doesn't really have to open that door since....well duh he's a ninja. He walks around the perimeter, and finds the open window after going completely around the house in the opposite direction of the window. The blond is now in the basement and being cautious, as well as aware.

[meteo_sniper]

The basement, is furnitured sparsely, but still, well furnitured. It looked like a part of house, with smaller rooms, and couch with a table in the middle. Photos scattered all around among other items, and no sign of anybody around.