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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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I doubt it will make a difference in the end.

[Glancing around the room. It is the same uncomfortable white as the hallway in the beginning.] I hate this color...

[Taking the city street painting off the wall and handing it to him.]

Focus on this then.

[Holding onto it and closing his eyes.]

[The walls flood with color in a manner similar to the picture, replicating the scene. Still just an image, but far more interesting than white.]

Oh. Better.

Hah.

[That isn't what he meant at all, but, okay. That seems to work.

Taking a stroll around this room touching another frame or two.]

[They flicker through a succession of completely random images-- chair, apple, whip, cat, chandelier, gun, flower, chains, so on and so forth-- as he does.]

[That is trippy.]

What is this room exactly? Surely you have a guess.

Not sure. Maybe it's just things I think about in the day.

[While most of the frames show random things, a few seem to have a theme. One showing only faces, for instance, and one showing just various blood splatters.]

[If he was feeling more sadistic at the moment, he'd choose blood spatters. For the time being though, he'll tap the ones with the faces to see if he recognizes anyone.]

At least you've got variety. And so far this is the most pleasant room we've encountered.

[The frame enlarges itself. Most of the faces seem to just be random people, but occasionally others will be seen. The other Noah feature frequently, as do the Exorcists. A brief flash of emotion corresponds with each face. Affection for the Twins, fear for Lenalee, etc etc.]

[Fear of Lenalee. You poor thing. He leaves the frame where it is though. Sort of that awkward feeling of seeing something you shouldn't. But since he already has the knowledge.]

She really isn't that scary, you know.

She is. She has the worst frowns.

[Scared of a teenage girl, yes.]

No. That man who wants to be a woman with the pony tail wins that contest.

Would you like to move on, or do you enjoy it here?

Just don't let him catch you calling him that.

Move on? How? [Seeing as all the exits have melted away.]

I'm not scared of him either.

[Looks around.]

Hmm. [Goes and finds a portrait with a door if one exists and hands it to him. If not, he'll find the least scary thing in the room like a flower.]

Concentrate on this then.

[He shakes his head.]

No, I think...

[The portions of wall that still have the cityscape on them ripple, and quite suddenly they're 3D.]

[Gives that a glance.]

That looks untrustworthy.

[Welp. Untrustworthy or not, we are finding ourselves getting sucked into it and then standing on the same street.]

...Interesting.

[Side stepping things that are popping out of the ground as best he can as if it was an infectious disease. Doesn't really help.]

That is all you have to say about this?

Could be so much worse. Be happy.

[Though this place is a little dreary in and of itself.]

Be happy?

[Walking down the street not really feeling adventurous enough to walk into a building. Mostly because he believes it is fake and he'll smack right into an invisible or hidden wall.]

Yes. Would you rather more blood and fire?

[It is real. As real as anything here can be, anyway.]

The bloody rain wasn't too terrible all things considered.

[Tapping the street with the heel of his boot. It does feel real.]

Do you recognize this particular street?

I used to stand here and ask for change, I think.

Were you successful?

[Taking off down the street.]

Marginally.

[The same not!people from the beginning start to appear and populate the area. Every time one turns its head towards the two, there is a definite feeling that emanates from them. It is, approximately:]

[They don't like you and are probably laughing at you right now and also are possibly planning to kill you and god why are you even trying these people are not fucking around about how much they don't like you ! ! ! ]

[Haunt doesn't like strangers much, does he]