✎ vi. (dream) "one can write, think and pray exclusively of others; dreams are all egocentric."

[typeright]

( The scene that opens doesn't seem spectacular; a city that seems more a study in grey than anything else. You can hear something - German, maybe - and the buzz of static. It's tense, uncomfortable, and so still that it hardly seems fitting compared to the bright colours and energy that make up Jules waking hours.

In fact, her dream is basically

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[ebony_bone]

[Dominique finds herself in that white club scene. She isn't fazed by the various couples writhing in the alcoves and on the floors, but she would like to get away from this music. The determined way she's walking through the scene doesn't fit in with the surroundings - or the beat - at all.]

[[ooc: hope this is okay :s ]]

[typeright]

( Spotting Dominique out of the corner of her eye, Jules immediately grins - it rather throws off the way she's dancing, and immediately she waves. The singing stops (at least) but the music is ongoing. ) Dominique! Hello!

( Jules is looking rather dashing with her suit and her tie, but she still grins in that ridiculously cheerful way. The scratches and marks from Zinc's attack aren't visible, now - this is the safe hideaway of her subconscious. ) I... didn't expect to see you here.

( ooc; this is totally fine! Anything is fabulous :') )

[ebony_bone]

[She pauses as the singing stops, as someone says her name. Spotting Jules isn't difficult, considering how most of the people here are rather occupied. Dominique tilts her head slightly.]

I didn't expect to be here.

[Wherever 'here' is.]

Is there some way to stop this music?

[typeright]

Neither did I, to be honest. ( Or Dominique, for that matter. It's rather novel, actually, although a little odd to see she's in her dreams. )

Um! ( Hmm. She looks around, absently straightening the cuffs of her shirt. ) Not that I can think of. Music and this place go rather hand in hand, I think.

( Except... there it goes, stopping. ) ... Nevermind.

( Hum. She likes that song. Oh, wait, there it goes again. )

[aureation]

[The empty crater, the horizon on fire, it all disappears―melts into an enclosed space. Gabrielle becomes herself again, she is no longer Elena. For a moment, it's as if everything is frozen in time―]

[That moment is soon filled with loud music, with white walls surrounding her. A man she doesn't recognize who looks to be singing something. For a moment, she stands there, just to gather her bearings. Then, she realizes... that she recognizes this song very well.]

[And when she looks to see who is singing a certain ex-boyband singer's part... well, she can't really say she's surprised. Instead she just throws her head back and laughs.]

[typeright]

( Freeze frame.

At the sound of laughing, Jules slowly turns, although she was mid-fantastic dance move, so it's a bit fancier than usual. She spots Gabrielle, and grins. She has nothing to be ashamed of! )

I'd think it's a bit rude to peek into other people's dreams and then laugh.

[aureation]

[Her laughter calms down, but the amused smile and tone of her voice makes it very clear she's not quite done laughing yet.]

You look wonderful Jules, it's just a bit... You don't think you should do something more not seven years ago?

[typeright]

( Le what? )

Seven years? Nonsense, Gabrielle, thissong came out just this year. If it were sevenyears ago--

( Oh no. No, no no. Why did that have to come to mind? Thank God she isn't singing, now, but Gabrielle's comment has doomed Jules to think of Britney Spears, and now their surrounds seem a bit more space age.

And flamey. ) Oh God. This is... rather nostalgic, actually.

[tasercopter]

[There's some slow, sarcastic clapping coming from somewhere--oh yes, it's Reno.]

Real nice.

[typeright]

( Reno, she didn't sarcastically clap at your pretty wedding. That's just mean. )

Do you really think so? I never thought this look would really do very well on me, but I think it's rather fun.

( Lalala what she wasn't singing. Or dancing. No.

:| )

[tasercopter]

[Well, Reno would have sarcastically clapped if she'd been you. We can't all be nice, Jules.]

Sure, you look good. Didn't know you could dance like that.

Want to dance with me?