[Dream Post]

[pureplainpatron]

Unwilling to sit back and wait
when girls fear to become sedate:
The plans have been set;
Now likewise the net.
And Erland will play as the

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[observershikou]

*Shikou was certainly running-- but from what, he isn't about to say.

However, once he gets to this alleyway, this door, he pauses once he feels like he isn't being chased anymore... Looking around, wondering.

Where did this place come from? ... and why did the door close out of nowhere?*

[observershikou]

*Let's do the side-areas, here.*

[pureplainpatron]

::Fortunately, the side areas seem rather empty. The doll things seem to look out over the stage, but not away from it. They don't seem as aggressive as before, like they're just carrying out assigned roles, but it's hard to tell. Especially since they just seem to chitter to one another.::

::There is the door that Seichi left through before, assuming Shikou chose the same side. Otherwise, he gets to look outside the massive glass window at the chair.::

[observershikou]

*... probably good he got away from the stage, then. What odd things...

He probably went the opposite side, to be different here. ... Why is there such a large chair here, anyway.*

[pureplainpatron]

::Well, if Shikou looks over to the side of the curved glass wall, he may notice some old-fashioned TV knobs, each roughly twice his height. I imagine he's smart enough to figure out where he is now.::

[observershikou]

*... He would be. If he knew what those were exactly.

However, he does realize one thing: He seems to be basically trapped as long as he stays in this theater.*

[pureplainpatron]

"Hmm hmm hmm."

::Seems you aren't quite alone anymore, Shikou.::

[observershikou]

*Oh dear what. He turns, looking, his stance defensive*

Who's there!?

[pureplainpatron]

::Erland is poking his head over the edge of the orchestra pit.::

I'm a bit surprised... a sword like that and you didn't even really use it.

I suppose it's for the best. Otherwise you might have slipped into level 3.

[observershikou]

*... His expression changes from less wary to more... unamused. He keeps a grip on the sword all the same.*

I tend to avoid cutting when I'm able to. What are you doing here, Erland? ... And what do you mean by "level 3"?

[pureplainpatron]

::Erland blinks at him, half smirking at the questions.::

Well, it's only natural I'd be in my dream, isn't it?

As for level 3... well, this is level 2.

::Erland motions around, highlighting the changes to the scenery, particularly the infusion of more grotesque elements.::

[observershikou]

*... he seems surprised at your statement*

This... Is a dream?

[pureplainpatron]

Oh yes. Well, sort of. You're dreaming. For me, it's a bit more complex.

[observershikou]

... And just what are you doing then, exactly?

[pureplainpatron]

'I'm huntin' wabbits. Nhahahahaha.'

[observershikou]

*Very unamused.*

Erland, make sense, please.