(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

[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?]

[hostage]

[He gets nice and comfortable, leaning back against shards of crystal that pierce his skin.]

Haven't you already?

[She's here, after all. By his side.]

[valr]

I'm here for you.

[Maybe the right way to phrase that would be with you, but it hadn't felt quite right.]

[hostage]

Then you're fucked.

[Just being honest.]

[valr]

[She finds a cigarette somewhere in her pocket and lights it.]

Been fucked since I stepped outta Asgard.

[The oddness of the situation, the illusion of the dream, it makes her a little more honest.]

[hostage]

[Well, she's conversing with Jesse's subconscious, so they're equal.]

I'll never be able to give you something good like that. This is all I got.

[This shit empire of his.]

[valr]

There's nothing good like that.

[Maybe this is what she deserves, but she isn't in the mood for self pity.]

How about I use my sword on you instead?

[If he's going to stay in this shithole, why doesn't he just die?]

[hostage]

Do whatever you want.

[It's not like he wants to be here.]

[valr]

Ain't what I asked.

[She wants a yes or no. She wants to hear whatever he has to say.]

[hostage]

[But he doesn't order people to kill people. He's not Gustavo Fring. He's not even Walter White, despite where he's sitting right now.

He looks at her in silence and he waits.]

[valr]

What the fuck is wrong with you, Pinkman?

[She's pretty sure she knows, but she's frustrated and fed up.]

[hostage]

[He's a unconscious figment. What kind of answer does she expect? This room is what's wrong with him. The thing she's talking to is literally what's wrong with him.

He's still not saying anything.]

[valr]

I wanna fucking help you, Jesse.

[But she doesn't know how.]

[hostage]

It's too late.

[valr]

Fine. Ain't no one who can help you until you stop being such a self-centered cunt.

[She doesn't have anything more to say to him, so she heads for the door.]

[hostage]

[No kidding.

He watches her go without moving a muscle to stop her. It's a lot nicer out there. She'll be better off.]