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Who: You =D
When: Day 114, Evening and alll night long~
Where: In ur dreams
What: Dream post!

[Maybe you have gotten used to the regular hum of the HQ's engines as it flies slowly over a rippling canopy. Maybe you even find their sound soothing as you drift off tonight... Or maybe you don't drift off at all, maybe wherever you are, whatever you were doing, you just find yourself inexplicably sleepy.

Whatever it is, you end up in dreams. Your dreams? Or someone else's? It's hard to say.]

((OOC: DREAM POST!

For those of you who have never participated in a dream post, everyone interested in running a character's dream posts a top level comment and people comment to that to be in that character's dream. There are basically no rules about how it works! Be a lucid dreamer, don't be, figure it out halfway through, push and pull between who controls the dream. w/e have fun! If you need an OOC excuse to be asleep you can totally assume Rew's power just made your character unreasonably tired at some point. Solitary dreamers will find ocean waters rising in and drowning out their dreams, but Rew won't be making any appearances in this post.))

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[Huff.] Tripping would be bad too, though.

[Aura of doom surrounding the place, etc etc distant screaming etc. You know the drill.]

I would lead you better than that.

[He is letting the other take the lead. Tyki himself if curious as to what is going on so he is more attentive to the scenery than his traveling companion.

He also realizes how much he misses the sounds of pained screams.]

[Although the place is impeccably sterile for the most part, there are bloody operating rooms and such. The whole vision is basically an exaggerated version of Haunt's memories of it, and it comes off a bit surreal.]

[How mean does he want to be. How mean.

Hmmm. Tyki did enjoy the screaming. He takes the other by the elbow again and tries to pull him into one of those bloody operating rooms that are empty.]

[No. Okay. Not cool with this.]

Stop. The exit's not in here.

I know.

[How successful is the dragging?]

[Fairly successful. He just thinks you want to do some sightseeing.]

Come on. There's nothing too interesting in here. [If you don't count all those shiny machines as interesting...]

[Forces/pushes/coerces him to sit on the operating table. Not lying down, but sitting on the edge of it.]

No. There isn't anything interesting in here. Why are you reacting this way then?

[Definitely starting to lose his cool.]

Gives me bad memories.

[Keeps a hand on his shoulder.]

But you left this place and accomplished what you wanted. It shouldn't have as much of a hold on your fears.

[Shrugs it off.]

I know that.

Yet you still fear it. And not slightly. Enough to keep you up at night.

[Managing a tense smile.]

Yes, well, we can't all be perfect.

It isn't about perfection, it is about figuring out how you can overcome this.

[Having some déjà vu about this conversation, yes.]

Being here isn't helping.

[It does feel kind that way, huh.]

Close your eyes and just ignore those thoughts. It is just a room.

Yes, but it's a room I dislike very much, and it's also covered in blood. Surely unsanitary.

Just do it and stop arguing.

[What]

[What do you want me to do, just sit here]

[Okay. Could be worse. He stays put, looking miserable.]

[Tyki is going to count mentally until twenty. If you last that long, he'll let the other leave the room.]

[He lasts. Very pale and displeased, but no breakdowns.]

[Also, bittyAllen and Haunt's thread is ripe for threadjacking whenever, jsyk.]

[Then he helps him off the operating table and takes him back to the main hallway. Proud of you, man.]

[o/ I am heading to bed so I'll tag it when I wake up so you two can continue and I won't hold it up.]

You're s-such a bastard sometimes.

[Gotcha!]

Am I really? Or do you just need to let go of somethings?

...[Cracks a sharp little grin, more determination than amusement.]

Both. I need to let go, and eventually I will, but you're definitely also a bastard.