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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[obfuskate]

Oh, he tried. Golly, he tried. Try as he might, however, every time Shadow plucked one off, another grew in its place. Sometimes, two grew in its place, and within only three tugs, he wound up with a grand total of eight ascots stuffing him up.

"... This. Is not. My doing."

Why was he growing ascots like rampant chest hair?

[un_worthy]

"Well, it isn't mine," Edgeworth said as he removed cravat upon cravat from his pockets. As if to assert their dominance over Edgeworth the cravats erupted into an unwieldy number with a loud "WHUMF" sound.

...Maybe he should have left the clothes off.

[obfuskate]

Oh, fuck this.

In a sudden 'poof' of air, the tall, human man with the funny ears and tail became one (1) Shadow the Hedgehog. He made a mighty leap into the mass of cravats, trying to tear through them and remove all but one.

This was proving difficult for one reason and one reason only:

He was kind of getting lost in the forest of cravats.

[un_worthy]

Somewhere in Cravat Town sat Edgeworth, looking like a darn fool and hating it.

"Thfmf mgf mmghfrth," he shouted as he continued to untie the things. But alas, no matter how hard he tried, he could never remove them all. He got close one time and managed to repeat what he tried to yell before ("This is ludicrous!"), and then it was back to Too Many Cravats.

[obfuskate]

Shadow never thought he'd have to say these words to anyone, let alone to a man he barely knew yet, but he knew it was their best bet. This all started once he got his clothes on. He felt he didn't have a choice in the matter as he yelled to him, slightly muffled by sheer amount of Fancy Neck Garments.

"Take your clothes off!"

Oh.

[un_worthy]

"I-I BEG YOUR PARD--" After the initial shock of 'DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME TO STRIP WHAT SORT OF DREAM DO YOU THINK THIS IS, MISTER,' he came to the same conclusion. Since Shadow had ditched his ascots they stopped multiplying, so perhaps if he...

Well, what was the worst that would happen? This dream had already wounded his dignity more than once, after all. With an exasperated groan he stripped back down to his shorts and, while he was still surrounded by white fabric, at least it wasn't multiplying any more.

[obfuskate]

Yes, good. At least they stopped the Mob of Cravats from invading their territory and trying to devour their crops- err, or just invading their territory. Right.

Shadow played his part, grabbing cravat after cravat and ripping them off. No, he didn't care about untying them. As long as one remained unscathed, there was no need to be so dainty. Someone had to do the dirty work, and it was going to be him.

"Now we are seeing progress!" Finally.

[un_worthy]

Yes, well, Edgeworth didn't fancy himself some sort of uncouth barbarian, so he was untying every single one. Like a chump.

Eventually -- probably thanks to Shadow's efforts more than anything -- they had trimmed the number of cravats he was wearing back down to one, but he felt utterly ridiculous wearing one without any other clothing on. So that, too, came off, and the room was absolutely littered with white fabric (and scraps).

"What was the meaning of... That?"

[obfuskate]

Wow, what a chump.

"You're dreaming," stated Shadow matter-of-factly, a hand nestled comfortably on his own hip. "Everyone is. Ergo, crazier happenings are not impossible. Rather, what do humans tend to call it... shenanigans?"

That was an understatement, look at all this fabric. Mr. Tidiest Lifeform decided to take it upon him to start scooping some up in his hands to toss it in the nearby Sleepytime Dreamcatcher's Trash Bin.

[un_worthy]

Yeah. Yeah, he was a chump. He was pretty sure this was his own dream, though, so hearing that everyone else was as well was an unpleasant surprise.

"...That certainly clears up a lot of things." He said, picking up as many of the scraps as he could. Of COURSE everyone else was dreaming at the same time he was. There was no other logical reason for his dreams to feel so... Strange. BUT WAIT.

"This doesn't happen often, does it!?"

[obfuskate]

Ah, a-ahem, well... That was going to prove a touch awkward to explain. This man seemed relatively sane, this Miles Edgeworth. For someone of some esteemed intelligence and mannerisms to be subjected to an academy as warped and twisted as this sickened him. This person seemed to know what he was doing, and for that, Shadow didn't wish anything this stupid on him.

He quietly cleared his throat, politely keeping his sounds soft, if not unnoticeable, as he shuffled to the nearest trash bin. (He had to wonder why the trash was blue with black polkadots...)

"This specific dreaming ordeal does not... but it is only the tip of the iceberg to demonstrate this school's issues."

[un_worthy]

"...I see." Well, that didn't sound promising. He continued picking up sad, sad cravats and throwing them away as he wondered just how terrible this place could get.

This was definitely something that needed further discussion, but how much would he remember of a dream? "Perhaps this isn't the best place to discuss its issues."

[obfuskate]

"I couldn't agree more." Not only could they be easily disrupted, but... this was a dream. Shadow doubted he'd remember much of this, frankly, if anything at all. He headed over for the bin with the last bit of cravats he could scoop. Ah, those poor little things, ruined, gone to waste...

"Should you remember this after we wake," he continued, "come to the Truancy Department. I will tell you everything you need to know."

Normally, he wouldn't give this much of a damn, but this Edgeworth seemed like a relatively sane, composed, and intellectual person. Maybe this one wouldn't be so bad...

[un_worthy]

Would Shadow even remember this conversation? Edgeworth plucked one intact cravat from the armful of scraps he was carrying and placed it on a nearby desk.

He nodded, "I appreciate the invitation. If I do remember, I'll be sure to pay a visit."

Edgeworth was hoping that this dream would be absurd enough to stand out in his memory.

[obfuskate]

To that, Shadow's ears perked. Surely Edgeworth wouldn't mind him scooping that cravat and keeping it for himself.

"I will be taking this as a reminder," he spoke, stuffing it into the mysterious hammerspace of his quills. "Dream psychology may allow for this to work in my favor."

If Edgeworth couldn't remember, maybe Shadow could do so for them both.

[un_worthy]

WHERE DID IT GO... As eager as he was to question the cravat's disappearance, he had pretty much just witnessed something much stranger. He couldn't manage the logic of dreams, no matter how hard he tried.

"Right." What was he supposed to say? "Er... Good luck?"

[obfuskate]

"Hmph. Same to you."

With that done, Shadow decided to blow this joint, skating for the nearest door and heading straight back into the hub. After this, needless to say, he did not want to see a human in nothing but underwear ever again.

CLOSING THIS THREAD ON A HIGH NOTE

[un_worthy]

When Edgeworth woke that morning, he had no idea for the longest time why on earth he was contemplating the practicality of hedgehogs in roller skates.