[locked to ume :D] - Thanksgiving Night

[theycallmeoufan]

Frank rolls on the guest bed, and makes a little snory noise. He can hear the city sounds again. The roar of the freeway, and the thumping music from the clubs lull him to sleep. The city's breath lulls him to sleep.

ChinaA quaint tea shop. Jars and jars of dried leaves line the walls, and the shopkeeper, Guanguan Li, stood behind the counter

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[not_violentgirl]

Ume enters his mind easily enough. Anybody can do it if you just know the trick. She puts her hands casually behind her back, and stands out of his line of vision. In the dreamscape, she might look nothing more than a statue.

A girl with blue hair and 'green' eyes carefully pushes a door open, looking around. "Frank?"

[theycallmeoufan]

The smells dissipate, as does GuanGuan.

"Hm?" Frank squints at her blue hair. He realizes that he's not wearing regular clothes- a disguise! Clothes that might be considered slightly communistic. Grey, grey, grey. And a red-star pin. His hair is longer than usual and pulled into a tight ponytail.

"Mel?"

[not_violentgirl]

The girl frowns, and then takes a step back. "... I don't know you. Who are you?"

The dream-Mel is frowning mightily, and almost looks ready to attack.

[theycallmeoufan]

Frank steps back. The tea behind him comes to life, as it begins to draw moisture from the air around it. Roots, leaves stems all stretch around him.

He knows her stance. He knows it well.

Before he can feel the net of safety created by the flourishing plants, his strength begins to wane. The tea plants (they had begone to sprout spines) shrivel and die.

"Crap- M-mel... don't... What's wrong with you?"