smash_logs | I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming

I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming

Who: Everyone
What: DREAMS
When: A whole 24 hours spanning from September 14th-15th
Warnings: Creepy nightmares? Innuendo? I don't know, the usual.

There had been so much buzz about those stupid lollipops for weeks now. Not only out loud, but in her head - thoughts ranging from what's the deal with those things? to gotta have more to pricy as fuck. Eventually, she confused the cravings of others for her own, and it just so happened that her very own roommate had a box right on her side of the room!

Casey wasn't supposed to touch it, but she didn't see why. Money issues, or something. She didn't get the big deal about money either. She wasn't a Meowth, so there was no reason for her to have any. Therefore, the rules about it didn't apply to her.

That was her logic, anyway.

When Ai was asleep, she opened up the box and put her telekinesis to good use. Five of the candies lifted into the air - two green, three yellow - and the wrappers tore off in perfect synchronization. Too bad nobody was watching. The Abra opened her mouth wide and crammed all of them in at once, because she had no concept of savouring anything.

Shortly after, she fell asleep, the sticks still poking out of her mouth. That had to be bad for her teeth.

Soon the dreaming began...

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You open the door to find yourself entering an extravagant-looking restaurant. Anyone familiar with the Striaton City gym would recall that while it has always been tastefully ornate, it had never quite been this ornate. Someone's imagination must be hard at work.

It's not busy. But it sure is crowded. Just how many waiters need to be on shift at one time, anyway?! They sure do have colorful hair. Must come in like... seventeen different hues. All at once, they notice your entrance, a hivemind of turning heads. Then you are assaulted with a flurry of "welcome"s of all assortments from all over the building. It's a little overwhelming, maybe.

There's one waiter in particular who seems very eager to help usher you in. It's Cress. How did you guess? He's the one who approaches you with a smile and chimes with a melodious but tempered zeal, "Yes, welcome to the Striaton City Gym. How may we be serving you today?" He sounds like he's on cloud 9 or something. ~~cloud 17 more like~~

A teenager with a spotted face and a bleeding lip stared back blankly. He didn't answer immediately, taking a moment to glance around at the many bustling people staffing the restaurant. This dream had to belong to just one of them, right? Either way, he didn't belong here.

Unsure whether he was speaking to the dreamer or simply another part of this dream, Vinnie frowned and told Cress, "I just need directions out've here. Have you seen any dreams with a forest?"

His smile disappeared to be replaced with a look of confusion. "Seen any dreams? Why, I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about."

With a bit of extra musing over his guest's words, an idea dawned on Cress. "Ahh, could you be referring to the Dreamyard just east of here? It's only a quick stroll from the gym."

Oh... Vinnie's face fell a little bit seeing Cress's confusion. This guy probably hadn't stumbled out of his own dream yet. But a Dreamyard? The Ivysaur hadn't a clue what sort of place that could be.

He crossed his arms and furrowed his brows. "Maybe...? What the hell's a Dreamyard?"

"You must not be from around here. The Dreamyard is a ruined research facility that was primarily dedicated to researching the dreams of Pokemon," Cress explained. "An abundant but strange power seems to emanate from the source. Therefore, it is a site of intrigue and mystery for many."

Let's break Cress's perfect dream of 17 siblings by relocating one of these 17 siblings and putting them outside the dream for a moment. Chili was awfully rattled and confused after being kicked out of his own kind of embarrassing dream, but he quickly made the decision to enter this dream. Perhaps there was just some magnetic force that led him to it or something, but he had no idea it would end up being his brother's dream.

He entered the Striaton gym and blinked at the vast room and the remodeling job it must have gone through, first of all. It was so much bigger and even fancier than he remembered... Wait, don't I work here?! he thought, realizing that something was off. Something...

Crowded. His eyes widened at the spectrum of brothers until his eyes landed on Cress. He couldn't do much more than just gawk at him.

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No one really noticed anything strange except the dreamer himself. Maybe some kind of subconscious force was at work alerting himself that the dream had been tampered somehow, and so he sent his eyes to wander the room until they met Chili's gaze from across the restaurant. Silent tension pervaded. He stared right back for a long, lingering moment.

The challenge was deciphering what his problem was. Abandoning the table he had just finished polishing up, he made his way over to his fire-type specialist of a brother, casually but with a hint of concern. "Is something the matter?" he asked.

"Who... Who are they?" He asked, pointing in the general direction of the other 15 boys. Even though Cilan was over there (and he recognized him, at least), he felt it went without saying that he knew his name, but those other guys? He'd never seen them in his life, and his expression betrayed that much.

Even though he honestly didn't know who they were... He had a bad feeling about what Cress would tell him.

Really, the look Cress gave Chili said. The blue-haired triplet planted his hands on his hips in a swift and dynamic motion, staring his brother hard in the eyes.

"Your own brothers. Why so foolish of a question?"

His bad feeling was well-founded, it seemed. This wasn't right at all.

"No," he began, sweeping his index finger over the crowd of unfamiliar family members. He kept his eyes locked on Cress's. "No, I don't know those people. What are you trying to tell me, huh? Is this some practical joke? You're just trying to fire me up!"

That Chili would forget his own family was a knife to his chest. The way Cress now looked at him was a fine line between offended and worried. He tapped his foot and shot out a hasty sigh, swinging around to walk away from his fire-type specialist of a brother.

"Come this way," he invited. "Allow Cress to reintroduce you to your brothers."

"Cress, I don't need you to reintroduce me to these fakes!" proclaimed Chili, crossing his arms and looking away from Cress. "I already know my brothers: You and Cilan. You can't fool me!"

You and Cilan: the words to end it all. Before he could show off Chervil or Ceylon or even Chicory, the patiently waiting figures began to dissipate one-by-one with the exception of Cilan, who looked about confusedly as though he too were waking from some really bizarre dream.

Cress stopped midway. He stood there rigid, back turned to Chili.

...Oh hell. Chili could feel something was incredibly off about this.

And not just the disappearance of the brothers.

It was Cress. "...Uh." He looked to Cilan.

Cilan looked just about as stumped as Chili, with a touch of worriment. Sorry bro, he couldn't help you.

Cress did not turn around. He remained motionless, except... did his shoulders sag a little?

There were no words for a moment. Then...

"Cress...?"

A sniffle cut the silence between them. Then, it became pretty obvious what Cress was doing.

"You've ruined everything... W-we... We were a family..."

Chili huffed.

"Oh, come on, Cress! Don't do this for the sake of a bunch of made-up people!" he said, gesturing to the empty room with empty palms. The red-headed brother approached Cress and tried to get him to face him. "I don't even know who those people are, anyway! To me, you and Cilan are my triplet brothers. That's it!"

Chili tried, and at first, Cress half-heartedly allowed himself to be whipped around like a rotating door. But midway through the action he stood his ground and resisted being disregarded so lightly. In his dream, this WAS his family! Dream logic was the only thing that mattered! Cress was hardly in tune with reality and in his mind, Chili was being absolutely cruel, an oppressive force trying to steal away pieces of his imaginary kin because he was bossy and didn't understand him and hated happiness.

He wrenched away. "You have no idea what these "made-up" people mean to me..."

His jaw dropped. Was Cress being serious about this? Chili just stared at him with wide eyes.

"Eh? What they... mean to you?" he repeated, dumbfounded. So he tried to fill in the blanks on his own. "You mean, those fake brothers? Cress, they aren't real! How much could they mean to you?"

"Why does something have to be real to mean something to you?" he shrieked in a level volume, grabbing the air like he was yanking out of frustration at a tablecloth that refused to give way. "Haven't you ever had a dream? A hope? A thought so fantastic you would spend hours pondering it? They're no flesh and blood, but they're there, and- and-"

Give him a moment; he needs to sniffle.

"In my dream... Just a bit ago... Yes, I remember. Cress had been taking on too many orders, and felt a little overwhelmed balancing all those trays... I never told anyone, though. Despite that... Citron tapped Cress on the shoulder and offered to help out. I was so grateful..."

It was clear that Cress had invested quite a lot of feelings into these figments of his imagination.

Chili huffed.

"You have two brothers. Real brothers. Who can help you out with orders!" he reminded him, clearly getting a bit ticked. "That's me and Cilan, remember?! You don't need any other brothers to be there for you! Unless we're not good enough. Is that it, Cress?!"

"That's... not what I'm implying," he returned, eyes still searching the floor. "I couldn't live without you two. It's just... It was a lot of fun, having a big family like this. But then they had to leave so suddenly. And now you're angry with me for that."

Chili stops to think this over. Was it possible that he just didn't understand the connection Cress had between these made-up people? He certainly didn't feel attached to them. That didn't mean Cress couldn't, though.

"Maybe I just don't feel the same way toward these people," he replied thoughtfully, framing his chin with his forefinger and thumb. "I don't even know their names! And they're definitely not my brothers! Maybe they're yours, but not mine. I know who my brothers are: the two people stand by my side through thick and thin!"

"I suppose fantasies were simply never cut out to mean anything to anyone else," he hummed dismissively, cocking his head to glare off somewhere to the side in passive tear-stained annoyance. "My flesh-and-blood brothers do take precedence over any of these dream brothers. But... even if... suppose you were to pass away. Are you real anymore? I could still keep you alive somehow in my memories." The blue-haired brother gripped onto the fabric of Chili's sleeves. "That is the power of the mind! Do you understand now?"

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I kind of doubt Cress's sanity at times

me too. always.

everything about this thread is so pathetic

UGH CRESS... UGH...

he's so gross