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Casey ([personal profile] twistedspoon) wrote in [community profile] smash_logs2012-09-13 09:08 am

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...
telekinetica: (Listening)

[personal profile] telekinetica 2012-09-14 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
The sound catches his attention and as soon as he turns towards it he sees the familiar dancing light of flames. Before he's even thought about it, he's moving, hands shifting at his sides as cyan flares to life around him and he lifts from the ground, streaking towards the alley way as fast as he can, eyes watching intently as he does.

"Blaze..?!"
vela_nova: (The power of flame)

[personal profile] vela_nova 2012-09-14 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
When he arrived, he was treated to quite the frightening sight. Blaze stood in the middle of a small group of pirate themed robots, all attempting to attack and/or restrain her. She threw flames at them, pushing and kicking to send them flying, shattering their casings. She was angry. That much was plain on her face. And she was taking it out on the robots that were stupid enough to take her on.