(open dreamshare log) (muffled twilight zone playing in the distance)

[hackitude]

WHO: EVERYBOOOODYYYY (yeaaah) (rock your booodyyy) (yeaaah)
WHERE: DREAMSPACE
WHEN: The night of November 1st (slightly forward-dated to give people more time to play out threads mmk)
WHAT: DREAM SHENANIGANS (event info here!)
WARNINGS: None up here, but players please tag the subject lines of your dreams if they have NSFW or triggering content in them.

It's Saturday evening. What are you dreaming about, imPorts?

Some of you might find strangers intruding on your regular dreams. Others might find themselves suddenly in the dream of someone they've never met before. Or perhaps someone they're close to...? Either way. Seems like you're in for a bumpy night.

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[gonstop]

[With all this restless sleeping, Killua's been immersed in a handful of dreams by now, but this one doesn't flow as smoothly. When he's addressed, he blinks in confusion at the strange item he'd picked up in his... work?

Not really recalling what he was doing or why, he drops the thing back, eyes following Bart with his warning. Being ordered around is not his favorite thing, for a lot of reasons, and especially not by someone so close in age. So he snaps back.]

Why should I? What day are you talking about?

[moded]

[The sound of the machinery thudding into the ash changes the very nature of the dream. It's like that one action sends out a ripple- the people around them wince and withdraw, they avert their eyes and scurry off, the air becomes heavier, almost thicker with a sort of tension, and the very sky seems to darken.

All of it due to the jolt of panic that motion sends through Bart. Normally, he wouldn't let it show. Normally he'd swallow that panic and duck his head and move on like everyone else. But dreams- nightmares are entirely different places.]

Dude- [Bart hisses, moving back over as fast as he can.] You have to, they- [He glances over his shoulder, throwing a panicked look around their little work space, before turning back to the other boy.] They'll be here soon. We have to be working.

[gonstop]

[Oblivious to anything that's to come, Killua can only connect to this dream through his own feelings. Work. Like a job? That's as imprisoning as he can picture, considering his own family, and so without missing a beat, he replies.]

Who's they? I'm not working on anything; I quit!

[As if the air and tension wasn't thick enough, his attitude must cause it to triple. His hands shove into his pockets and he frowns at Bart before looking around.] You don't wanna either, right? Come on, I bet we could get out of here.