[Anniversary] Morpheus strikes at noon

"Quit following me, assholes! Why don't you go mooch over that dumb cat over there!?"

Euna kicked a tall man in black-and-white face makeup in the shins, eliciting a shriek of pain from him. "I don't even like your music! Why are you here!?" Of course, she didn't even remember what type of music they made, or who these clowns were.

"Awwwww!" The larger of the duo, sporting matching black-and-white face makeup and a messy, blonde buzz cut picked up the panther, cooing and holding it close.

"Don't worry, kitty, I'll get you that cheeseburger. Wanna stalk some hoochies with me?" To which Euna flopped onto the ground, groaning. She <i>knew</i> eating all that tomato soup was a bad idea.

Jin, a handsome young man, and a bed.

Oh yes, it was going to be one of those dreams.

The man was shirtless and already sitting on the bed. Jin stood before him, her large Amazonian form donned in silky lingerie. Dark blue and shimmering—like the ocean embracing her body in the form of a negligee. In fact, it was the ocean—one could see ocean life swimming through the sheer fabric is they looked close enough.

With a smirk on her face, Jin slowly brushed her fingertip along the man’s chest. Then, she suddenly pushed him down. As she leapt up onto the bed and on top of him, her lingerie made the sound of waves with each flowing motion. She was feeling rough tonight, and went in to give the man a good bite on the neck—

And then he was gone. And so was the bed. Jin landed on the ground with a dull thud.

“Oh motherfucker…” Jin grunted to herself as she rose to her feet. Now she was stuck in a forest, with no sex partner and no bed. She still had the ocean lingerie on, though.

She noticed the faint glimmer of fire in the dense forest and started to follow. Maybe she was going to have sex with her partner in the middle of a forest? Eh, sure, why not. Did he even have a name? Eh, whatever.

But when she reached the campfire, she found a motley crew that did not include the nameless sex partner. There was a naked guy but not the same naked guy. She liked the original naked guy more.

“Ugh,” with an annoyed grunt, Jin leaned against a tree. “Anyone seen a naked guy around here? Not that one though,” she gestured faintly toward Marco. “A different naked guy. A hotter one.”

Mikhainon

Mikhainon's eyebrows raised at the sight of the lovely young woman in provocative lingerie. He put his wine bottle aside — the wine bottle he was slowly draining due to the headache these people were giving him — and turned to face her, his tree stump turning into a normal, wooden chair.

"My dear, I'm not your runaway lover, but I am here, always willing and able." He winked.

<u> Samael Fein Carnige </u>

Samael had had enough. In the span of just a few minutes he had been offered cheeseburgers by a person stranger than any bar patron he had encountered during his whole life, been called a panther at least tree times, picked up and offered a starch behind the ears. Soon, somebody will offer him a yarn ball, and this being one very irritating dream, he would probably chase it as well. Thus, he opened his <i>tiger</i> jaws wide, and bit deep into the hand of a guy holding him up. It tasted like chicken.

''I am not a panther!'' he yelled as he turned, his body once again following the rules of the dream and turning without pain. It, however, also didn't turn the whole way. It kept the tail.

"looks like it wants to be as big as it wants to be grandma..." Kaya then waved her hand and dismissed her other selves. It was quite embarrassing to have people see her 'sexy' side and just in time as another woman walked in sheer revealing clothing that made Kaya get some ideas that she had to quickly shut down or else her blushing would never stop.

It took Kaya a little bit of listening to ever one around her that she wanted to ask why all of them were here, but decided not to care. It was rather entertaining to see everyone that she didn't know sitting around this one fire.

<u> Samael Fein Carnige</u>

Samael looked down at the old lady holding a walker which had just smacked him over the head. His now throbbing head, for the pain was as real as any he had ever felt.

''For my own good?'' he still asked in a calm tone though, despite the fact that he was still frowning. ''How is it for my own good?'' his tail though, had other planes, flicking angry behind him as if he was not a part of his body at all and had a mind of its own. ''I bit a dreamed out man who picked me up I must say and now I'm probably going to wake up with a headache for class, because of an over-active dream?'' His tail now completely out of control suddenly reached out and grabbed the nearest person behind him by the wrist. Unfortunately it turned out to be the cheeseburger obsessed man.

Jin turned her icy blue eyes toward the redhead that decided to grab her attention. She looked him over once and then turned her attention to the crowded camp ground again.

“Maybe. Hold that thought,” she said simply. Then she closed her eyes and took one, long inhale to pick up the scents of those around her. This was a peculiar group, full of strange scents—but what she wasn’t picking up was the mysterious man she was about to get down and dirty with. That mysterious man whose name she did not know…but she knew she had, uh…hair. And a ripped body. And…

Alright, she couldn’t even remember what he looked like, so she didn’t care anymore. Now she set her attention on the cocky redhead. Yes, he probably was the most appealing one around, she realized.

“Sure, why not,” Jin finally replied with a shrug. “But I want some of this first.”

She went right to the bottle of wine Mikhainon had been drinking and took a swig for herself.

“This is weird. My dreams usually don’t bounce around like this…” Jin muttered as she glanced around the campground at the strange little scenario set before her. “I just fuck someone, or kill something. That’s it. Or on a good night, I get to do both.”

She grinned to herself just thinking about it. However, she was still under the assumption that she was in one of those ‘fuck someone’ dreams and soon turned her attention to the redhead again. She stepped closer to him and then…gave his hair a good sniff.

“You smell…Hell-ish,” Jin said suddenly. “Not quite an incubus, stronger than an average demon…”

Despite her ability to sense that Mikhainon was some sort of Hellish creature, she seemed less than phased by it—but she did give him a skeptical look.

“Normally I’d be apprehensive of your type,” she said, but just as soon as she had squinted her eyes suspiciously at Mikhainon, the look was gone as she took another swig of his red wine.

“But this is a dream so who gives a fuuuuuuck!” she announced with a laugh.

"Do you notice and recognize miracles?"

Please make it stop

"Magic everywhere in this bitch!"

Please just end this stupid dream, im done I dont want this.

"Are you a believer in miracles? Do you make time for the miracles? Do you notice and recognize miracles?"

End it please god. And it ended, the accursed song was finally over. Morgan opened her eyes and her surroundings changed entirely, she was in a place she knew all to well, the setting of her favorite dating sim, "Ninja Love Adventure: Can you recall it?". She walked down the streets of the feudal Japanese village in her generic yukata, ending up at the front doors of her darling Noakis home. She opened the door but everything was black, as if she had opened a door into a void.

Then she turned and ran as she realized that the room was filled with spiders.

Mikhainon

Mikhainon grinned, wrapping a an arm around the stunning woman's waist. The last echoing verse of Insane Clown Posse served as a... romantic slow tune. Somehow, it worked.

"Ehh." Mikhainon waved a hand noncommittally. "Demon schmeemon, you're hot, I'm hot, there's nothing in the rule book that says that both of us have to be human to have fun."

Something was... off about her. A different kind of energy than everyone else present. He took a good whiff — what was that? "Huh. Seems like you're not human either! And yet here we are, having fun."

He took the bottle of wine and took a long, good swig. That was the stuff.