(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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[waiting]

[ Bradbury isn't sure what's going on, or where he is. The smell of rot is strong, and when he takes a step, the floor seems ready to shudder out from under him, and he advances at a cautious pace, trying to navigate the unstable terrain more through touch than the vision that doesn't seem to be adjusting quickly enough to the dark.

And Jesus, what's making that noise? He reaches instinctively for the gun in his pocket (with the upgrades Madison gave it, he's certain, it should be enough to take out most anything that comes his way --

Something comes around the corner, and his gun is up but it's not ... it's a man. Holding a bleeding girl. There's something vaguely familiar about him, but Bradbury can't place it just yet, lowering the gun and rising out of his defensive crouch while he keeps both hands on the firearm. ]

Jesus, what's -- do you need some help? [ It's not the brightest question he could be asking at this point in time, but to be fair, he's distracted. ]