[Anniversary] Morpheus strikes at noon

> Allan Manuel.

Allan didn't give much thought about Seneca's musing about the dreams. For all he knew, dreams also just work like memories do. Although having to be placed in a collective dream made Allan question that idea a little. He never thought collective dreams were possible. Then again, if mass hysteria was a possibility... Ah, nevermind.

Allan would have laughed at the analogy Seneca gave him. It was spot on, he'd say. And that was probably something that made him sad about his power.

"Excuse me for saying so, but maybe sometimes it isn't always a bad thing. I have no experience with divination, of course, but I suppose there can be a certain closure in knowing how somebody's story will end. Some might perceive it that way, in any case."

It may have taken Allan a little more than a couple of seconds to think of what he said. Allan never liked endings for one but he certainly didn't like knowing the ending before he knew what was even going on and yet. Maybe Seneca had a point.

"I.. guess you're right," he muttered finally, "I guess for others, that could be the case. I guess sometimes that could be like... a time limit... so they could do what they want..." he mused aloud. Allan heaved out a sigh, "I guess I get a little selfish too, you know. The anxiety... getting attached to someone and then saying goodbye... it doesn't always feel good."

Adelene had no idea how to act at the moment. She wasn't exactly very at ease around a stranger, whether or not he was the work of Kirika's subconscious. She felt like she shouldn't interrupt.

So she took another step back, away from this Dubois person. "Now, now, can't we just move on so we can get to our destination quickly..?" she said, but her voice was really soft and hesitant.
@"battleaxeShotgun" @"hyperhurricane"

> ???

At Kirika's command, Heisuke stepped away from Adelene but the smug smile he had only became more obvious. It was like a reflection of the irritation that was showing on Kirika's cold demeanor. "I was asking her to keep you company, ma cherie. You're still free to do what you want, but someone needs to watch over you." Heisuke chuckled softly.

His gaze turned to Adelene, walking past her and blocking her from stepping back any further; from Kirika's view, her fiance was now behind the other girl. "I mean, I wont be able to do that for a while with all the work I have to oversee for both families. I'm sure you'd feel better knowing you don't have to stress over that."

@"Paradox" @"battleaxeShotgun"

> Allan Manuel.

Allan smiled at Seneca, "It's something I've thought about before. I suppose I'm glad something thinks that's a goo thing," he said quietly. Allan fell into silence as he thought over Seneca's words. He couldn't say he was wrong; Allan couldn't even disagree with him.

He smiled weakly at Seneca, "Ah, anyway, do you think there's a reason why this is happening? Or if you have any idea of it?" he asked, wanting a change of topic.

“Work? For <i>both</i> families?”

The first emotion that washed over Kirika was a wave of icy fury. She didn’t appreciate Heisuke muscling into her family’s affairs... unless there was something that even her brother and mother couldn’t handle. Apprehension curled in her chest. Was someone hurt? Was there another sabotage attempt?

“Dubois. Is there something I should know about the situation back home?” she asked, her voice clipped and frigid. Her eyes narrowed to slits at the information being hidden from her; her hands twitching towards her pocket. “Cross, get out of the <i>way,</i>" she snapped at Adelene. "And leave. This doesn’t concern you any longer.”

@"Paradox" @"hyperhurricane"

(Pardon the length of this — I didn't really notice how long it was getting until I stopped and looked up. Future posts shouldn't be quite so bulbous, but my introductory posts tend to run larger. Sorry! ^^; )

Playing: Liliana Chopin

It's hardly unusual for Liliana to find herself dreaming — dreaming is something she does quite often. By that same token, it's fairly difficult to surprise her with oddities occurring therein, but there is one thing that she is quite ~un~used to: finding other people in those dreams who aren't figments of her own capricious imagination.

Still, it's not always easy to tell one from the other. In fact, it seems that the more Liliana has learned about the nuances of her dream denizens, the more they have learned to defy her expectations in kind. Some of them have become so ingenious in their mimicry at this point that they're oft indistinguishable, yet there are some things that one's dreams can never do.

Most importantly, a dream will never introduce any genuinely 'new' information to you. Though one must be careful — there are many things which one knows unconsciously. Similarly, a dream can never show you a 'new' environment, but can recombine elements of other realms that you have been through before. Again, this was an easy illusion to see through at first, but Liliana is of the age now where she understands that even the most novel of places in the real world follow this same formula.

In the end, the entire philosophy of deducing truth from falsehood subverts itself so far as to become useless. Liliana has long since abandoned any hope of being able to segregate reality and dreams, and instead regards them as equally 'real'. Be that as it may, though, some souls occasionally manage to surprise her: to /prove/ themselves real, beyond a shadow of a doubt. And when they can, it's usually on a basis of feeling rather than thought. Because thought... thought only confounds things, sometimes.

These are the sorts of things that swam beneath her quiet facade as she sat quietly on a red velvet armchair. Said armchair stood impossibly upon the rolling cerulean wakes of a grand and sprawling ocean alongside a few rudiments of lodging: an ornate lamp, a marble-top table, and an antique television topped by a single lilac in a vase. She kicked her leg to a sort of unheard rhythm as she continued on with her book, taking a sip from a nearby glass of water without so much as looking away from her text. Then she turned the page.

Just another night, for her; a mercifully placid one were she to be asked.

> ???

Heisuke had a smirk on his face; one that completely gave away the ill-will he had. Or at least, one that Kirika would dread to see. This was after all, nothing but Kirika's nightmares.

"Everything is under control. Nothing for you to worry about." Heisuke stood close behind Adelene; even though the only thing that kept them close was their distance, he stood there as if he was keeping her hostage. "It's no longer any of your concern, Rika-chan. Just sit back and enjoy your stay here and leave the rest to me."

@"Paradox" @"battleaxeShotgun"

@"Emy"

Aiden did not dream. As a general rule, sleep had only ever held blackness for him, like he was a computer that powered down.

But the cold he's caught from the cats must have given him a fever, because here he was, standing some place that Aiden was certain was no where he'd ever been before.

Also, there were kittens. Kittens everywhere.