WHAT:  An alien dreamscape.
WHO:  Anyone is welcome!
WHEN:  Portions of each night Thursday-Sunday.

On Gallifrey, halfway up a peak in the Mountains of Solace, its crown wreathed in snow and its foundations hidden by long burgundy grass, was the house of Lungbarrow.  Like all the residences of the Time Lords, it was a wonder, but right now it lay empty, or nearly so, inhabited only by guilty visions of ghosts.  Just past its front steps, gasping into the lawn and fiddling with the fastenings of his old and hated Academy uniform, sprawled a tall, lanky Gallifreyan with untidy brown hair, caught somewhere in hysteria, between laughter and sobbing.

"Horrible, beautiful planet," he murmured, clutching the grass by its roots with one hand, expecting it all to dissolve into the next moment.  "You can't be here.  And even if you were, I couldn't be here."  He had woken in his old room -- so old it was almost forgotten -- and found himself already dressed for what he knew would be his first day at the Academy.  The rest of the house had been less nostalgic, however, and he had escaped, as quick as he could, onto the south slope of the mountain, his favorite place to stare out and watch the dawn.  Here, at least, he felt safe -- inside he could see the faces of those he had left here, or hear the gavel strike as judgment was rendered against him, or worse -- the terrible, world-altering throb of the Untempered Schism, as terrifying as it was transcendant.

Gallifrey.  Gallifrey, and a second chance, even if it was plagued with reminders of centuries of failure -- maybe this time, he could do it right.  There was an answer to that question, he thought, and he stared down the mountainside and waited for it to appear.

WHAT: So I heard you like dreams about being buried alive.
WHO: Anyone and everyone!
WHEN: Any point during the nighttime hours of Thursday - Sunday.

Nathan's growing tired of dreams within dreams. As a child, he trained himself to wake up from nightmares when they got too bad — one absent parent and one working double time to pick up the slack meant no crying to mummy in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, immortality has made this more difficult. Of course.

Sexy times with a faceless lady had turned into being ripped apart limb from limb, so he shakes himself from the dream. Wake up. Wake the fuck up. You're dreaming. His eyes open — but it's still dark, unnaturally so. Nathan lifts his hands and finds they meet solid wood, not more than six inches away from his face. "For fuck's sake," he mutters. No amount of telling himself to wake up will work at this point. Got to find a way out.

Odd, this feels more lucid than most of his dreams, so he resigns himself to banging on the coffin lid. Underground or not? Once he got out, only to find the coffin was at the bottom of the ocean. That's just uncalled for, subconscious.

"Oi, help me!" he yells, like he always does, like he did back when this happened in his own life. It didn't work then and it probably won't work now, but he hits and kicks anyway.

This morning utility workers found the body of former Police Chief Anziano in a transformer station downtown.  No word on his cause of death.

Word from on high is that Chief Halder has been recalled from his appointment due to personal issues.  I'm sure it has nothing to do with the mysterious illness afflicting the force, the repeated complaints across the city that we're denied fair representation and protection, or Halder's sudden conviction that this might not be the healthiest long-term assignment... but in any case, we have another new Chief, the island's own Thomas Kreise.

No idea why in Hell anyone would want a thankless job like this, but at least they looked at 'fictional' people in their pool of applicants.

Looks like my flu is starting to clear up.  No lingering symptoms except... weird dreams.  I'll be back in the precinct tomorrow.

WHAT: Haruhi's dream!
WHO: Haruhi and you! Yes. You.
WHEN: Any time during the nighttime hours thurs-sun

The scene is a large music room whose decorations can't really decide on what they want to be. One moment it's an accurately humid and dense rainforest, the next a lavishly decorated Sultan's palace, and then a mad tea party with rose bushes and little plush mice here and there poking their heads out of tea kettles. The room was busy with girls, giggling and enjoying whatever sweets or drinks were available with the current theme.

Haruhi was milling about, mostly in awe of the decorations. While extremes seemed to be common with her, they always took her by surprise, and she felt that she had to acknowledge the work that... who was it that set these things up, anyway? It didn't really matter, anyway, because she was alone for the time being, apparently waiting for something. Is it you?

It is a pleasure to be taking a position with the excellent police force here on New Moore. While I have no delusions of taking the place of Police Chief Anziano, after the sad misfortune of his passing, I am honored to be helping to serve the people of New Moore to the best of my abilities.

I would like to take a moment to commemorate the hard working employees on this force and extend a hand to all the citizens of this island.

Thank you.
It is my honor to serve and protect.

Police Chief Thomas Kreise

WHAT: Jack's Dreamscape
WHO: Jack Harkness and anyone who wants to join. The more the merrier.
WHEN: Nighttime, Thurs-Sun

The location is not immediately identifiable, and rather lonesome, though the warmth of the light from the computers and desk lamps gives off an adequate glow by which to see. It appears to be some kind of underground facility with some impressive technology and... was that a pteranodon that just came soaring overhead? It doesn't matter, it flew out of sight anyhow. One of the computers appeared to be linked to a few CCTV camera feeds and had been left running by its operator. There were no signs of life, save for the flying beast and the light coming from the office up the stairs and over the catwalk. There is much to explore in this dream. Or is it a memory? Is there a difference?