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[marreddreams]

[Tonight was promising to be a quiet night in the dressing room. The Tykis may be lounging in the miscellaneous bars and pubs, and the Allens are probably curled up in piles of blankets. Who knows where the Crosses are, but that's nothing new. And Lavis? Well... they're probably head-first in a book, drooling and getting ink on themselves. Yes,

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[dreamlessrecord]

[In this dream, she's just playing in a field of flowers]

[dreamlesslogs]

[Road doesn't move. Doesn't say a word. Almost on instinct, she lifts up her hand to grab the hand that's touching her cheek.

But then she stops.]

...Tyki.

[marreddreams]

[The hand won't allow her to grab it - her fingers will phase through, although it continues to cup her cheek.]

[See? You do remember, Love ♥]

[dreamlesslogs]

You're not supposed to be here. [She pulls away from the touch, wary and afraid.]

[marreddreams]

[There's a quiet pause that's disrupted by an inconvenienced sigh. Although no match is struck, nor any cigarette lit, there comes glint on the end of one, from where the Dream is suddenly taking a drag on the end of a cigarette. The glint is barely enough to light the features on his face.]

[Am I not?]

[dreamlessrecord]

No. This isn't real. [Road turns to leave, wanting to find a way out now.]

[marreddreams]

[The candles in the centerpieces on the table flicker on, bathing the room in a very dim glow - the same dinner hall in the ark where Allen and Tyki had fought. The chair at the end of the table is empty.]

[My, my...]

[And from the floor, right in front of her, Tyki appears, looking nonplussed.]

[Going somewhere, Love?]

[dreamingrecord]

[[ooc; Hope this is ok ._.; Bookman!Road's Noah at your service 8D;;]]

[I'm not. But you are.

The dream gives a sudden lurch, and it's suddenly taken place in a meadow - the sun high above in the sky and the chirping of the birds in the air.

Off somewhere in the middle of the meadow - there's a grand piano standing in a field of flowers and leaning against it is a Road, or someone who looks like Road. She's older, taller, nothing at all like how she would usually appear. Off to the side there's the Bookman apprentice, sleeping.

The woman doesn't look happy.

How long do you intend on playing with this girl's dreams?]