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[riseup]

WHAT: HELLA DREAMS BRO
WHO: Nathan Young, John Egbert, Jesse Pinkman
WHEN: whenever you find yourself asleep between 2/27 and 3/3!
NOTE: there are two options for each character, see comments in this post. reply to whatever ones you want! (you can do prose or brackets or regular spam, whichever you like, i like it too.) more options can be concocted if you'd like to do something else! I'M EASY

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option two.

[riseup]

As a teenage boy with hormones aplenty and an approximate metric fuckton of confusion about where he stands in relation to "pants stuff" (that's the scientific term, thank you very much) it's only natural to have weird dreams. It's not like they mean anything — what is this, Rose's Freudian Funfest? No, okay, dreams just happen. They are the random rumblings of overloaded subconsciouses and most of the time they don't make any sense at all.

All that said, John is now about to kiss you.

He is also maybe wearing a ridiculous magician outfit, you might be similarly dressed as his sexy sidekick, and if you're aware of your immediate surroundings it's possible that you're backstage at an ornate old-timey theatre. But mostly the kissing thing, that's about to happen. Do you stop it or let it go? And how long is it going to take for him to look you in the eye again after everyone is awake and all is said and done?

NOW SOMETHING ELSE TO IGNORE.

[ihateyouetc]

"John." A pause, frantic: "John," with an added tone of what the fuck.

The real question is how long is it going to take for this particular you to look John in the eye again, because this kiss isn't happening courtesy of the gray palm shoved into John's face, pushing him back as Karkat leans back, brows furrowed and mouth half-open in horror.

Some people were in very important dreams where they were doing very important things, such as not eating sand and possibly transitioning through dreams where they walk through rooms filled with the dead bodies of their friends while potentially being pursued and probably murdered by another one of their friends. They can't be hanging around wearing...whatever this is. It doesn't need further exploration.

"Just what the hell is going on here."

It better be human Liv Tyler in the original version of this dream or something because what the fuck.

Re: option two.

[roseate]

This is so obviously a dream.

Rose loves John. He is her best friend and co-guardian of her adopted salamander familiar/child, and an utter doofus. She loves John, but she does not love John so much that she would be caught dead in this sidekick getup without the occurrence of several specific circumstances, none of which she remembers happening. Thus, dream.

Not her usual kind of dreams either, which are obviously not just random images from an overloaded subconscious, but full of the future and bright sunlight and murmuring gods. John coming at her with comically puckered lips is somehow still weirder.

She should make a quip about not even being cold in the grave, etc etc, the joke is John kisses dead girls, and indeed she starts to, except...there's something on John's shoulder. Something grey, and a little slimy, and...

"John." She slaps a hand over his lips just before they can make contact. "Stop kissing for a second."