Tenth Designation

[just_a_commoner]

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?

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[milestoturn.livejournal.com]

The man in the magenta jacket does not look impressed.

"I'll be sure to be the one reviewing your next salary assessment," he replies firmly, as if he had complete power over whatever it is that he's talking about. The whole thing is rather debatable.

He waits for her to pull out the chair for him to sit.

[just_a_commoner]

Somehow it seemed to make sense, as nonsense in dreams does sometimes. "R-Right. Sorry, sir." She politely pulled his chair out for him and smiled up at him eagerly. "You look nice. This is a wonderful color for you, if you don't mind my saying so."

[milestoturn.livejournal.com]

"I can't say I'm fond of this jacket, but your compliment does not fall upon deaf ears," he replies smoothly, as if he's done this a thousand times before. He lays the suitcase he has (which, he might have had when she first saw him, it's difficult to tell) on the table, causing the tea set to clank.

"We have business to conduct."

[just_a_commoner]

Haruhi blinks and stares wide-eyed at the briefcase that was set on the table. Though somehow none of the tea was spilled. Dream physics. "Business?" She asks, a frown coming across her face. "W-What kind of business? Doesn't Kyouya-sempai handle that...?" She cranes her neck and looks around for the bespectacled Host Club manager.

[milestoturn.livejournal.com]

"No, this is merely between you and me," Miles says cooly, adjusting his glasses. "It's about the trial yesterday."

[just_a_commoner]

"Trial?" oh! was she a lawyer in this dream? She nodded and sat up straight. "r-Right, Well what did you have to say?" Maybe he was consulting her, or congratulating her for a job well done!

[milestoturn.livejournal.com]

Miles looks up from his papers, takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose.

"Things don't look good for you, are you sure you don't remember what happened? If we can't find a piece of evidence pointing in another direction, you'll be convinced."