(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.

Comments

[valr]

Not with me at the door.

[She isn't sure why, but she feels like she needs to protect Jesse from these people.]

[hostage]

[Protect him from them? Jesse gives her a dark smile.]

I don't think you can help.

[valr]

I'm the one with the sword.

[She can't remember it being on her hip when this all started, but that doesn't seem to matter. It's where it belongs, where she can rest her hand on it.]

[hostage]

Is that really how you wanna use it?

[valr]

It's done worse.

[Killing a bunch of weird, zombie-like junkies isn't even up there on the list.]

[hostage]

That ain't what I meant.

[valr]

Then what?

[hostage]

If you don't like 'em here, shouldn't you get rid of the guy who keeps bringing 'em?

[The guy currently lording over them, maybe.]

[valr]

Just 'cause I don't like them doesn't mean I don't like you.

[hostage]

I'm the same as them.

[valr]

No you ain't. You're better than this shit.

[Right?]

[hostage]

Worse.

[valr]

You ain't selfish.

[hostage]

[What is that, a joke?]

All I am is selfish.

[valr]

Right, that's why you turned yourself into a fucking lobster healing people.

[hostage]

[That might be something he did once. Dream Jesse is having trouble remembering that. Everything but this room seems very far away.]

Maybe you oughta ask these people how much of a fuck they give about me healing anybody.

[valr]

These people are shitstains!

[She's getting frustrated now, the way she always does when Jesse feels like he needs to beat himself up, but she isn't biting down on it the way she normally might.]

Get over yourself, Jesse. You ain't some monster just 'cause you wanna be.

[hostage]

You don't know anything about me. Or them.

[valr]

I know they're already dead.

[She isn't sure whether she means that literally or figuratively, but it doesn't really matter.]

[hostage]

And who killed 'em?

[valr]

They did it to themselves. And you're gonna do it to yourself to if you don't snap outta this.

[hostage]

[Jesse finally gets up off of his throne and steps over to a body lying face-up on the floor, a man who had a kind face once, before that bullet hole got in his left cheek: Gale Boetticher.]

"Take whatever you want."

[Jesse's mouth is moving, but it's Gale's voice that comes out of it.]

"I have money. I got a lot of money. Please, don't do this. You don't have to do this."

[valr]

[She follows him, watches the little scene play out, but it doesn't change much.]

You sure you wanna play this game with me?

[If they're dragging out skeletons, there are more in her closet than his.]

[hostage]

[In his own voice now:]

I'm not playing a game. I just know what I am.

[And he's going back to his seat. He inherited it and he belongs there.]

[valr]

[She follows without hesitation, leaving Gale behind them.]

Should I join them?

[If this is some kind of twisted party for monsters, if he's as bad as the rest of them, then what's she?]