Enter Sandman

[thelordofdreams]

Dream walked into the rec room with a spiral bound notebook under one arm. To occupy himself lately he'd been writing... well, memoirs of a sort. His mortality lingered over his head like a storm cloud, and he felt as if he had some obligation to preserve himself somehow. And besides, he thought with some degree of pleasure, perhaps it would be

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[endlessdel]

Delirium skipped over and climbed over the couch to get to her big brother. She had a strange moose shaped oven mitt on her right hand and she waved it at her brother. "miSter sanDman bRing mE a dream," Delirium sang to her brother pinching his cheeks with her left hand. He wasn't quite as scary now that he was human. "HeLLo biG broTHer. i haVE missed You VERY muchLY."

[thelordofdreams]

Dream indulgently pushed her gloved hand away. "I haven't been anywhere, Delirium," he said patiently. "I am simply not as... exuberant in my presence as you are."

[endlessdel]

"yOU MEAn You bRooD and waLLow aND shAG yOur sHAkespEARe and YOu don'T HAVe anY timE FOr mE." Delirium said with a pout and brought her legs up to her knees. Delirium touched the star he had given her doggie once, to help find her. He was so strange her brother, Daniel was a pushover but Dream-Morpheus was well butt-stickery.

"thiS iS Not sO DiffERent as hMMm hoMe cEPT i haVE a mAN pERSOn nOw aND BARnabas aNd i'M isLAnd OLdER THAn yOU Now cOS i chEATed." Delirium said pulling a tongue at him. Delirium giggled at her moose mitt protecting her hand and held it to his face. "hOw arE You bROther whO shouLD bE Dead? arE you LivinG YET?"

[thelordofdreams]

"Tell me about your man person," Dream said as he sat down on the couch. The best way he'd found to deal with his sister was to simply choose one thing at a time and try to make sense of it.

[flowers_on_skin]

"My goodness," said Eostre, standing in front of the bookshelf with a hand pressed into the small of her back. "Could you make it be any noiser do you imagine? Tell it your the King and see what happens."

She blew her hair out of her eyes.

[thelordofdreams]

Dream blinked at her. "You certainly are pregnant, Eostre."

[flowers_on_skin]

Eostre gave Dream a flat look, a book hanging from her hand.

"How do you function when everything is so blindingly obvious to you, Dream? It must get in the day to day living of your life."

[thelordofdreams]

Dream snapped out of it. "Forgive me. I suppose it has simply been a while since I've seen you. It is a good look on you, Eostre. A vision of fertility and nurturing."

[get_a_lifetime]

Death walked in from the kitchen, eating. Again. All she seemed to do anymore was eat. It was starting to show, in fact, and although she was still slight, her stomach had begun to curve out. It was more noticable this week than last, and her tight black tanktop rode up over it.

"Metallica! Keen," she smiled, shoving the last of a leftover taco into her mouth.

[thelordofdreams]

Dream rolled his eyes again, and then frowned at her, his eyes flicking down to her middrift. "Sister, have you been eating some of those pastries you were trying to shove at me?"

[get_a_lifetime]

"Shut up, Dream. I'm hungry," she shot back, tugging her top down. "This is a good song. It reminds me of you when you're mad."

[thelordofdreams]

"Overindulgence is so very human," Dream sighed, then glanced at the jukebox. "When I'm mad, I do not tend to scream."

[cryptogam]

Stephen was still pondering the curious case of Mr. Bennet, and was in search of books regarding the treatment of radiation burns. He made a slight grimace of distaste as he entered the rec room - not only due to the hideous music, but also because Death's unpleasant brother was lurking about like an overgrown vulture.

"Good day, sir," he said, schooling his features carefully as he went to the bookshelf. "The jukebox seems to have taken a mislike to you."

[thelordofdreams]

"Indeed," said Dream evenly. He recognized the man as a friend of Death's - more than a friend, more like - but had never spoken to him.

[cryptogam]

"How are you adapting to being human, sir? I daresay it must be very difficult," Stephen said, frowning at a book about a lady scientist named Marie Curie. He suspected Dream was not adapting very well at all; no doubt he still thought himself better than the mere mortals with whom he was surrounded.

[thelordofdreams]

"I am adapting very poorly," said Dream, all manner of sincere. "But then, I have never been one to take to change. My sister is doing a much better job of it."

[thecompanyman]

Bennet watched curiously, leaning on his crutch as a cane, not having abandoned his plan to search the entire building from top to bottom, every last corner to see what he might find. "Do you have a problem with this song." It wasn't a question, really, not the way it came out, but almost an accusation.

[thelordofdreams]

"Yes," said Dream. "It is an exaggeration of a personification of an idea that was largely incorrect to begin with."

[thecompanyman]

Bennet just arched a brow. "And you dislike it for that reason," he assumed. "I think the beat is catchy," he offered mildly.

[thelordofdreams]

"Yes," said Dream, "I dislike it for that reason. Though I find it preferable to other songs on the subject. Are there any songs about you?"