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

[twistedspoon]

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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[Edgeworth's Dream] psst dude what did you put down for #12

[un_worthy]

Edgeworth wasn't a guy who had very fancy dreams. His were usually boring and straightforward just like him, and even his nightmares didn't carry much fantasy in them.

At the moment he was in a large lecture hall full of people all working furiously, and there was Edgeworth sitting front and center. In nothing but his underpants. Honestly he was more confused about the test than the lack of clothing -- was this a bar exam? He could have sworn he'd passed this already. With a sigh, he began writing. Maybe if he passed, the bar association would give his clothes back.

[thewrightidea]

Phoenix had traveled through the doors, finding himself in a classroom. Somebody had ushered him to take a seat for the bar exam.

Oh no.... the bar exam... oh god... Everything about this brought up horrible memories for Phoenix, of that trial, of the future, of--

Wait a minute.

What was Edgeworth doing there?

And why was he in his underwear? Phoenix was kind of turned on by this.

"Edgeworth!" he whispered. "Wh--what are you doing here?!"

[un_worthy]

Oh, of course. Not even his dreams were safe from the prying of Phoenix Wright. He glanced up from his test booklet and did a thoroughly displeased double-take. Why did he get to wear clothes? Any more injustice and he'd say this was cruel and unusual punishment.

"I suppose you've come to laugh at me," he grumped as he wrote, "Go ahead. I'm busy."

[thewrightidea]

No, Phoenix wasn't trying to pry. He was just really confused. Were they supposed to take the bar exam in their underwear? That didn't make much sense, but at the same time, it did, almost? Phoenix couldn't really describe it.

"No," he whispered, "I just... want to know why you're in your underwear. Are we supposed to not be wearing clothes?"

Please excuse him, Edgeworth. He's operating on dream logic, okay.

[un_worthy]

DREAM LOGIC ISN'T LOGIC THAT'S NOT FAIR

... Hold on. With Phoenix asking (completely rude, by the way, how dare you invade his dreams-- WAIT...) questions about the situation, he came up with a relatively solid answer to why and where he was.

"Don't tell me you've never had a dream like this, Wright." Everyone has a dream like this at least once. Maybe not being naked during a bar exam, but everybody has at least one 'naked in the classroom' dream, right?

[thewrightidea]

"Huh? A dream?"

Now that Edgeworth mentioned it, this whole thing did seem really off... And there was a train randomly passing through this dream too.

"Oh... This is a dream, isn't it?"

Then he realized that he was dreaming about Edgeworth in his underwear. WHAT.

Suddenly Phoenix forgot about the whispering and spoke, "But why am I dreaming about you in your underwear?!" His face now bore a comically frazzled expression.

pfghfkjdgh I can't

[un_worthy]

"Wh-what!?" Edgeworth all but shouted, and now everyone else in the lecture hall was staring. WONDERFUL... For real, Wright, what is your problem? "What kind of--"

WHAT KIND OF QUESTION WAS THAT? ...Was this a thing that Wright did often? UGH GROSS JUST...

"I was under the impression that this was mine. Is it yours...?" He looked like if Phoenix's answer was yes, he might punch him.

[planking]

"Baaaa." A sheep bleated directly into Edgeworth's ear.

[un_worthy]

"That isn't the answer," replied Edgeworth as he tried to shoo the sheep away.

[planking]

A man on a horse pulls up to the desk next. What was this you were saying about your dreams being boring and straightforward?

"You sure about that? He said the answer is 'D'." Flint since when could you understand sheep talk. Since dreams that's when.

[un_worthy]

"Ah." Yes, that was a cowboy, all right. That was odd, he didn't remember watching any Westerns...

He looked at his booklet and then at the sheep. Was that really the right answer... "Isn't that cheating...?"

[bwaaaaaarm]

A stranger leaned over to Edgeworth just as he was filling in a particular bubble.

"You know that's not correct."

[un_worthy]

"Do I?" He squinted at Leonardo DiCaprio his paper. "But that sheep just told me--"

... ... ... FORGET IT, NONE OF THIS MADE SENSE. WHOSE DREAMS WERE THESE, THEY WERE NOT HIS OWN.

[bwaaaaaarm]

Leonardo DiCaprio the paper Leonardo DiCaprio The man squinted right back.

"The sheep is a projection. Trying to keep you from the real answers."

[un_worthy]

SO THEN WHAT DID THE COWBOY REPRESENT, SMART GUY? No, seriously, he had no clue what was even going on any more. "Then where are the real ones? Inside a cow somewhere?"

Look, man, he was just pointing out that this is ridiculous.

Re: [Edgeworth's Dream] psst dude what did you put down for #12

[obfuskate]

The sheep.

The underpants.

The Leonardo DiCaprio oddly charismatic instructor.

The...

The way his ascot felt tighter?

Yes, he was shoved into his human form, and those ascots laced around his neck, once just a single one, were multiplying.

To that, Shadow tried to hide it with a hand, pretending that he was adjusting it (ahem, them) rather than covering something. "I suspected you had more dignity than that."

[un_worthy]

...And now the hedgehog was dropping in. It was difficult enough to concentrate on his test with all these distractions, but an insult to his pride was impossible not to address.

"I must have missed the memo that this was a public affair!" Edgeworth was taking much offense to this statement, but then his clothes fell from the sky onto his test, neatly folded. The shoes followed suit (that's a clothing joke). Hm. Well. That was convenient timing.

[obfuskate]

Oh. WELL THEN.

"... Surely you can stop that test long enough to cloth yourself," informed Shadow, gesturing towards the tidily-folded clothes with one hand. The hand that was once hiding his ascot(s).

Oh.

Just- Just putting that back now and pretending nothing's amiss with himself.

[un_worthy]

HE WAS GETTIN' THERE, SHADOW. There was much rubbing of the temples and groaning to be done before that. Seriously, ever since Phoenix wandered in his dream was a mess.

"That is what I hoped to do, yes." Edgeworth huffed as he unfolded and put on his clothes with little incident, but eventually he ran into a problem: Three cravats. He always carried a spare (don't ask), but two spares was ridiculous. He frowned and cast one aside.

He was not a man to criticize fashion, but wearing two ascots at a time? Really? What purpose did that serve? "Do you always wear two of those, or is barging into my privacy a special occasion?"

[obfuskate]

"Of course not," hissed Shadow, ears raising high and alert as a sign of offense. He lowered his hand just slightly to peek down at the two ascots that were there. "This was not of my own voli... tion."

Where there were two ascots, there were now four.

He looked up to Edgeworth, the look on his face nothing short of astonished. SEE, HE'S NOT JUST CRAZY.

[gunplay]

Finally, a room full of living people. It was a nice change for Ocelot, who has spent nearly all of his dreams in the past few years unwillingly staring into the Other Side. But the change in scenery didn't mean he was clear of the attention of the dead. He was still dreaming, which meant he was still a beacon to their confessions. They followed him into Edgeworth's dream; faded gray people torn up by fatal injuries or emaciated from an overwhelming sickness.

"I die innocent."
"I have not told half of what I saw."
“Lenger og lenger mot nord...”
"Sero. Haec est fides."
"God, I'm bored."

Ocelot's entrance, with his clamoring associates and jangling spurs, and habit of throwing open doors like he was entering a saloon, certainly interrupted the academic silence of writing papers.

Actively seeking distraction from the spirits, nothing really jumped out at him in this polished arena of students. ...Except maybe one person up front. Ocelot squinted inquisitively, peering at the man's bare shoulders. Was he... naked...?

[un_worthy]

Ocelot's disruption did not go unnoticed. After such a long (and well-overdue) silence, all those loud noises startled him enough to make him jump. Plus, you know, the sudden overbearing gloom that entered with his appearance. He whirled around in his seat and glared at Ocelot, as if offended by his stare. As if he had any reason to judge him while wearing that ridiculous outfit. Another cowboy? Really? Whoever else was dreaming this up was getting uncreative.

He turned back around to continue his work, "If you're looking for the sheep, you just missed them."

[gunplay]

"Sheep? ...Heh. No, I'm not counting those, I'm already asleep."

Ocelot grinned at the confused naked man. Interesting, how unintimidated he was.

He decided to move closer, and pulled out one revolver to whirl over his finger. The whirring of the gun and the jingling clomp of his boots interrupted the silence as much as the otherwordly ghosts mourning their own deaths.

Stepping into the second row, Ocelot put his hand on the generic dream-built face of the student behind Edgeworth and casually shoved them onto the floor. Stealing the seat, he crossed his boots onto the surface in front of him, lounging back comfortably in the chair.

"Aren't you cold like that?" he asked, a clear note of amusement in his voice as he observed the man just beyond his boots, while the gun continued spinning over his finger.

[un_worthy]

Oh, good, he wasn't leaving. When Ocelot propped his feet up on the desk behind him, he sighed and turned around again. If he was going to be forced into a conversation he would at least do so face-to-face.

Edgeworth had half a mind to push those boots off of the table (um excuse you whose dream is this? I don't come into your dreams and track mud all over the floor), but he settled for a condescending stare. Dude. Come on.

"Not particularly, no." If he hadn't noticed the gun already, he most definitely would have by now, but he didn't seem to be reacting to it much yet. "Is there a reason you're he-- ... No, nevermind." None of his other unwelcome visitors had a good reason to drop in, so clearly this gun-twirling up-start wouldn't have one, either. "Bored of your own dreams, I suppose?"

[gunplay]

The heels of those boots were dirtying and crunching up that poor dream-figment's exam. Just helping you get to the top of the class, Miles.

"You could say that."

A bloody mess of a pale gray woman drifted through the third row just beyond Ocelot's shoulders, cursing her killer.

"This one's interesting enough," he said suddenly, grinning creepily and fingergunning with his free hand.