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...

Comments

[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.