(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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[hackitude]

[The click of a gun's safety sounds from behind Jesse.

Skye's propped herself up against something-- a sofa?-- and is sitting there gripping her gun with bloodied hands, pointing it right at Jesse as she breathes laboriously. If this Imposter Jesse is the king here, maybe she just has to shoot him and everything will end.]

[hostage]

[Jesse's shoulders shake with quiet laughter as he reaches the throne and turns around to settle himself upon it. As he sits back, he grips those sharp arm rests until the glass cuts into his palms, sending blood running down in a slow stream between the cracks in the crystal.]

That's the spirit.

[hackitude]

[Skye takes a rasping breath, trying to steady her shaking hands. She has to shoot true. She has to.]

You're not Jesse.

[Bang. She aims for the heart.]

[hostage]

[She hits the target. The bullet goes straight through his heart and hits the throne behind him, shattering the glass. The entire thing crumbles beneath his body and he goes tumbling to the ground in a rain of crystal. The impact sends a wave through the mess that already covers the floor, the fluid splashing in a ripple bigger than it should warrant, enough to wash over the other bodies on the ground. As the wave nears Skye, it becomes fresh, clear water.

The room's gone. She's on the beach now, the same beach where they made love under the stars. But Jesse's not there. Jesse's gone along with all the rest of it.]

[hackitude]

[She lies there for a moment on the beach, just crying silently to herself. She wakes up like that, too. Unconsciously, she reaches out to Jesse who should be beside her, only to realise that it's the weekend so he's not there.

Sitting up, she pulls her knees to her chest, hugging them, and looks over at her bedside clock glowing in the dark.

4:02 AM.]