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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[telekinetica]

He's never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

Where he is, he doesn't know. It feels... He closes his eyes just for a moment, overwhelmed by the strength of feeling this hazy, glittering place has. It's dark. Old. Sorrowed. And yet... He opens his eyes again and looks at the glimmer of lights around him.

The trees remind him of home, twisted and dead and slowly decaying as they are, charred to bare skeletons holding on only through how carbonized they've become under the heat. The lights, though...

He lifts a hand, calling one of the lights to him, gently, in a tiny flare of aqua, cupping it delicately in his palms and watching it glimmer. At least, that is, until the movement further on catches his attention. He looks up, noticing the figure and blinking at it. It's familiar, somehow, though he isn't sure he--

"Shadow..!" he calls and then blinks to himself. Shadow? Yes, of course. The whole world seems to be whispering it, softly. Achingly. He raises a hand, still cradling his star carefully in one palm as he waves to the dark figure further down the path.

[obfuskate]

Red stripes and fur as black as night whirl around, his bright red eyes softly illuminated in the dark, Chaos Energy bubbling beneath him. Upon Silver coming into view, however, they dim, the energy simmering down instead of boiling over.

Shadow didn't have to be on-guard with this one. Not yet, at least. He didn't really find a reason to. This kid is sweet, too sweet, too naive, too harmless in front of the harsh, cold world. That, he thinks, is going to bite him where it hurt the most one day. No, no thinking; that is a fact in his mind.

"Silver."

He mouths his name quietly, fists unraveling.

"You shouldn't be here." No one should be here. He went to sleep, and now he's dreaming. Why would he dream of Silver?

[telekinetica]

Silver is unaware of the shift in Chaos, not being tuned to it as Shadow is, and so he doesn't recognize it. He does see the shift in light, though. Surprised by it he pauses for a second, before it fades again and Silver just blinks, wondering what it was. Perhaps just part of what makes these beautiful little stars appear?

"Where are we..?" he asks, softly but curiously, as he closes the distance between himself and Shadow. He has a brief glancing thought to the fact that he should be wary around Shadow, the conversation they'd had once before being a warning, but he can't seem to quite remember what the conversation was... nor where they even had it. Everything is just kind of hazy, much like everything else here.

"Is this your world..?" he asks, curling his hands under the softly shining little star he's holding, not even realizing he gravitated, naturally, towards the one glowing a pale purple.

[obfuskate]

"That much is simple. We are dreaming."

Shadow drops his gaze to the little stars dotting the landscape, illuminating the area just lightly to bring the catastrophic qualities to the forefront. He bends to one knee, scooping a gorgeous, sky blue star into his hand, looking into it fondly.

"As for where we are... I would call it a world of endless possibility." Truly, that's what it is. This is nowhere in particular, nowhere he's ever been to before. He simply manifested the area in his mind, deep within his subconscious, and it has come to fruition here.