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

OH YEAH

[punch_in_pink]

You guys apparently had different opinions and different overall views of this place. Why? Well he'll answer for you in just a moment. Mac walked quietly, as if wandering, away from N. He took a hand and felt the walls. And the cabinet. And the floor. Mac's eyes grew a little sad again.

"I know this place," Mas said as he turned to N. He looked as if this place rung something inside, he looked umcomfortable to say the least.

"...It's the house I grew up in."

[idealisms]

"The house you grew up in," repeated N softly, a hand reaching to brush off a stray clot of dust floating down from the ceiling. Mac grew up here... and what a lovely little place it was. He wondered what it must be like, spending one's childhood in a cute little house instead of a massive palace.

"It is a beautiful home. How very comforting and solitary... I do like it." He turned to him, flashing a charming smile, yet it faded just as soon as he'd noticed that dreary expression of his.

"... Is something wrong?"

[punch_in_pink]

"I ain't seen this place in so long...not like this anyway."

He was trailing off. Mac could understand how N would think this place was nice. In hindsight, it WAS a nice little charming house. How it looked, inside and out. In a place when homes like this were hard to come by. But it was where he grew up as a child, memories were kind of flooding in like a river. Good and bad. But considering the circumstances, mostly bad.

"I guess we came back to...some other place I'm familiar with and I dunno why."

It was because Mac still pretty vividly remembers this house and dreams about it much like the car thing earlier. They stumbled in another dream of his.

"I ain't seen this house in...what, six years?"

[idealisms]

"Six years is a long time."

N felt a sudden chill run down his spine, one that he could not quite describe. The place suddenly began to feel eerie, perhaps from Mac's emotions tying into the dream world, and it left him feeling rather unpleasant.

No, that was an understatement. He felt like he was going to throw up. He cupped a hand over his mouth and slipped his eyes shut, knees growing weak. The feeling this place gave him... What was this?

"A-Ah-- you will have to excuse me..."

He leaned heavily against the wall, trying to allow his stomach to settle. That washed over him so quickly, the nausea so strong, but why?

[star_punched]

Well whatever the reason, it concerned Mac. He was driven from his trail of own musing thoughts and he went to N's side immediately. A look of concern plastered on his face.

Mac...really wasn't sure what was real anymore. He can't think of any pieces to connect this insane puzzle in front of him (he CAN solves puzzles too).

"N...N?"

Mac placed a hand on N's shoulder.

[idealisms]

With Mac's thoughts trailing away from more traumatic events, N felt his stomach ease. In fact, he now felt as if nothing happened at all. He paused, clearly perplexed as he straightened himself up again.

"I... am fine now. I am not sure what just happened, truthfully..."

He frowned. That was very worrying...

[star_punched]

"I'm sorry...I shoulda paid more attention to ya."

Maybe he was sick before Mac got absorbed into his own feelings. He still had no idea of...a lot of things.

Why he was here. Why is he at this house. Why is he going through doors. With N. And a million more. But...all the confusion was taken away when N got sick. For that moment. It wasn't like Mac at all.

"...Y'sure you're okay?"

[idealisms]

"A-Ah... it is alright. This home must be a shock for you, being here again, a figment of your past..."

N was babbling, god, was he babbling, but that was a very good sign. He was just fine if he was rambling thoughtfully, behaving as he usually did.

He shook his head, reaching his hands down to straighten some wrinkles in his pristine white coat.

"I will be fine. It was simply passing nausea," he informed him, trying his very best to smile warmly, "that is all."