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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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[idiotsaurus]

*IN THIS DREAM, you are in New York City.

New York City being destroyed Godzilla-style by a t-rex-like dinosaur the size of a 25-story building.

Although it is a dream. You might very well be appearing in it as large as the dinosaur yourself. If you aren't, well. Better start running.*

[stardust_hobo]

[Tyki is huge right now, just a little smaller than Awesomesaurus itself. And he's sitting on a building nearby.]

[idiotsaurus]

*Storming past him, squishing cars like they're bugs. :D*

[stardust_hobo]

[You have fun, kid. He's grumpy because he can't find a big enough cigarette.]

[halfcocked]

[this dream takes place in a store.

it's the sort of store that sells baby items, only it's obviously being dreamed by someone who's never been inside that kind of store and doesn't know what they're like; everyone in it is a woman and pregnant, or is carrying a baby, and the store is comically huge, filled with normal baby things like diapers and strollers but then other things which are just smaller versions of household items, like a barbecue grill standing two feet tall.

Devit looks a little lost. he also has a list.]

[marreddreams]

[The dream - world? - gives a vicious lurch, enough to send a couple of teddy bears and women into the floor. Someone is most displeased with this dream. Or, perhaps, displeased with the dreamer himself.]

[From somewhere in the distance, there's the sound of a shaking rattle.]

[halfcocked]

[pauses, but whatever just struck him slips away, and he turns toward the sound, as if nothing unusual just happened]

[marreddreams]

[The rattling continues, except the sound itself seems to be moving. Whatever it is, it's hidden behind a shelf of weird-looking stuffed rabbits. There's the sound of a woman's scream, before she comes running into view, looking panicked.]

[technicore]

*Komui's dreaming he's standing on one of the top floors of the old Black Order headquarters, staring over the railing down into the darkness of the floors below. It's dark, and completely quiet.

He seems to be contemplating something...*

[marreddreams]

[There's a soft sound in the air. One that is not really laughter, but sounds like laughing. A voice, but not. Just what are you contemplating, Supervisor?]

[From the darkness below, there's a small white dot. Too far away to make out exactly what it is, but it sounds like that's where the laughter is coming from.]

[technicore]

*Not the Supervisor, just an Exorcist-- though his Innocence doesn't seem to be with him.

Blinks, leaning a bit further over the railing, to get a better look at the dot.*

[marreddreams]

[All Komuis are Supervisors, in Road's mind. Especially in the dressing room. It's just much easier to remember them that way.]

[The laughter turns into a giggle, as the dot seems to move closer, slowly taking shape.]

[A face?]

[churchninja]

[Pies. Pies everywhere. Apple, cherry, blackberry, cream, key lime, mince, lemon meringue, pecan, pumpkin... The delicious aroma just fills the room, perhaps even wafting out into the dream-hall.

And suddenly, Rouvelier is there, commending Link on a job well done. "This is most impressive, Inspector. I daresay you've surpassed my ability," dream-Rouvelier says, looking oddly disproportionate as he floats midair.

"Please, Sir. I simply followed a recipe."

And then Rouvelier evaporates into nothingness, leaving Link to his baking.]

[marreddreams]

[The dream-world gives an extremely vicious lurch, enough to send a few of the pies into the floor. They splatter in a rather disgusting sort of way. At the very least, the pie-filling is still pie-filling and not... well, body parts.]

[Meanwhile, the crust in one of the pies starts moving, as if there's something inside.]

[churchninja]

[Link, having been in the process of adding filling to yet another pie crust, isn't prepared for the lurch and goes stumbling to the floor. He lands on his hands and knees, his palm slapping down into one of those strange pies. At first, he doesn't even realize what's going on besides the glaringly obvious.]

My pies!

[And then, he feels movement beneath his fingers.]

. . . ?

[marreddreams]

[Whatever it is, it's wriggling more, as if something is trying desperately to get out of the pie.]

[Might want to move your hand. Who knows what it is.]

[discordants]

[here's an Allen(?) in a generic hallway. despite it being a dream-hallway, it looks pretty generic. though it is a bit fuzzy and.. odd looking.

maybe vases aren't supposed to be half-sunk into their pedestals like that. maybe that lamp isn't supposed to have a bright blue flame yet still give off warm, yellow light. maybe the floor isn't supposed to resemble cobblestone made of jar lids.

maybe that Allen should have gray eyes, a scar, and a left arm.

but he isn't really "Allen". just a bystander who happened to get caught up and is watching that blue flame flicker.]

((ooc: 14th_rhapsody here with his new journal! just popping in to share his dream and go 'wtf'. isn't really returning for a while, but I thought I'd chuck him in here anyway. :>))

[selfdeluded]

[It's not like dreams are that unusual for him. And Allen is as an Allen does, and if there's one thing nearly all Allen's have in common, it's that they dream.

Still. This particular Allen isn't quite used to dreaming about dead friends. So he remains standing in his spot just a few feet down the hall, staring.

...it doesn't feel like a normal dream.] Fourteenth..?

[discordants]

[..he doesn't like dreams, actually. it means he's sleeping. it means he's sleeping for far too long. kind of scary, the thought of it.

but Allen(?) looks over, blinking. he's heard that name, that title before. it's.. familiar. who's being addressed, though? there is no Fourteenth.

oh. right.]

..He's not here right now.

[selfdeluded]

[He's not very fond of them, either, really. Always means things are going on in his head that he can't control, that just happen, and he hates that.

But the vampire stares at this... person... for a moment longer, before tilting his head. It's a dream, of course, so it's hard to tell. But. You don't... quite sound like Fourteenth.

...his Allen, then..?]

...where is he?