ALL OF JACKIE'S KIDS DREAMS

[oftpartitioned]

WHAT: Dreams! all the dreams
WHO: Donna Noble, Shirogane Naoto, Johanna Mason, Poland, Victor Mancha, Shimizu Raikou, Eridan Ampora, Lau
WHEN: Anytime during the dream plot!
NOTE: PLEASE RESPOND TO WHICHEVER DREAM YOURE INTERESTED IN. Try and specify who you're replying to. None of these dreams take place at the same time/place/etc.


DONNA

Public transit has never bee this roomy! These Chiswick buses must be bigger on the inside. At the front of the bus, where the driver ought to be, is just a telescope aimed at the stars.

Donna smiles from the midsection of the too large bus, and older man seated beside her. Their expressions are friendly, the table between them is littered with sweets and snacks, it's a friendly enough dream!

But approach the telescope and you'll get zapped to a different dream entirely. But the longer you're on the same bus there's a really loud, obnoxious buzzing, a pounding headache just behind your eyes.

"It's okay," Donna deals another round of cards between her and Wilf. "I don't mind if you get off at the next stop!"
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NAOTO

NAOTO AS DETECTIVE CONAN
KANJI AS KAITO KID
COME JOIN THEM!!

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VICTOR


You've been to enough embarrassing high school dreams, but this one looks particularly harmless. You wake up in the morning, read an encouraging note left y your mom (if you can read Spanish that is). Ride the bus to school, kick ass in math class, narrowly avoid being seen by any of the preppy frescos. Lunch with Jorge, same old superhero chat. The pain and humiliation of gym class.

Is this really what the killer cyborg dreams about? That boring normal L.A life you left behind?? Oh well, at least the weather's nice.

Victor chances you back a glance, as if he knew you were tagging along the whole day but was too embarrassed to draw attention to it.

"This is pretty boring, huh? Sorry."
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JOHANNA


It's not necessary a forest- the sun's too hot for that. All the tree cover can't shield you from its glare, the thrum of humidity against your skull. You can't necessarily tell if it's the heat waves emanating from the roots, or if those long, spiny vines are really moving like long spider limbs.

An axe imbeds itself in the tree just over your shoulder- whoever threw it missed, knew they could get past you and get their weapon back. Isn't afraid, is at home in this forest of death, doesn't think of being back in the Games as the nightmare others might.

"Oh," Johanna steps over a low slung vine (it definitely moved just now, right!) on her way towards you. "What are you doing here?" She looks more at home this way, shoulders burned red, sweat and blood outlining her wide-set eyes.
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POLAND


Take your pick! Have a fancy tea party with Poland and the lovely aristocratic ladies, or maybe a celebratory drinking round with the Hussars, flushed with victory.

Or you can just ride a pony though the sweeping and unvanquished landscape of the Commonwealth! Everything is bright and colored with pastels and big ass grins from Poland. Don't expect any bullying, complaining or sass. Poland's got better shit to do than be fussy in a dream!

Seriously, don't ruin this for him, jerk!!
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ERIDAN


You're on the beach and you've definitely gone swimming before, right. Duh. Of course you have, the ocean is nothing to be afraid of. Yet it still looks pretty fucking daunting, black and inky just beyond your shaky, wading footsteps.

Feferi is just at the edge of your eyesight, bobbing up and down in the water like the fish she's so fond of, as natural as wave.

Eridan glares at you around the rim of his glasses, hands shoved in his pockets. No he will not fuckin go further in, thank you vvery much. you can try and reason with him, if you like.

Is that a giant flying seahorse over there? Trolls are weird.
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RAIKOU


You're in the Shimizu compound, a sprawling dojo with wooden walkways, traditional rooms and tranquil gardens. High stone walls shield the compound from the outside world, the surface world you can participate in but never change. You have this a feeling things would be better if you could get out there, but good luck. Every sliding door you open reveals more plain rooms with more doors. Scaling the walls only put you back in the courtyard.

The entire compound is empty except for Raikou, seated at the edge of a walkway in a comfortable dudekata, resigned to his fate.

"I figured it out a while ago," he stifles a yawn, tired even in sleep. "'You can't run away from where you'd from, what you did'." He nods to the blood pair of swords imbedded in the garden that lies between the two of you. "Something like that."
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LAU


Seriously, don't go here. You won't find him anyway.

Comments

DONNA

[chronosexual]

Have a curious Captain Jack, peering around the bus, not quite sure where he's at until he spots Donna. What a sweet young thing she is, playing cards like that. Nothing in the world is more endearing to him at this moment. He takes a seat beside her, arms over the back of the seat.

"Comfy. You come here often?"

[turnedleft]

Donna shoots Jack a wide smile and Wilf automatically starts dealing the new man into their card game.

"You askin if I'm the kinda girl who hangs around buses?" she smirks through the hum of a budding migraine.

Johanna

[bulletlock.livejournal.com]

He pulls the handle of the axe from the tree, and tosses it into the air casually, catching it by the handle again and swinging it loosely.

"Who knows?"

Hm ... he looks from her face to the axe that he's holding and then back to her again.

"You want this back?"

Though there's a tone in his voice that says he might be teasing. This wasn't exactly a forest he's comfortable or familiar with, but it's dangerous enough for him to be right at home. For the moment, New Moore offered little of what he deemed amusement.

[johannamason]

To be honest, there are a lot worse things you can run into in these woods besides Dante. Johanna stifles a funny pit in her stomach, a goofy smile, tucking hair (when was it longer?) behind an ear.

"Not really," she smirks, a new axe already in place in her hand. Dream logic! "You can keep it." She doesn't keep it for long, launching it to their left where it embeds itself- with a dull squish- into the face of a boy no older than fifteen. Johanna peers after him curiously as he slumps again some vines, blood and teeth oozing from his jawbone, split clean down the middle.

ROBOCOP

[reanimated]

"You're joking, right? Seriously?"

Nathan's been dogging behind him for the day, slipping in and out of dream-shadows where it's convenient. This is boring and pathetic and fucking boring. He chatters on the whole time — "Why would you dream about bloody maths class of all things? Didn't you get enough of that? Such a geek, Robocop, really. I think you're beyond my help now." He walks ahead of Victor and faces backwards, sneering as he intones, "Dream about more interesting shit! You're a superhero for fuck's sake."

[notvictorious]

Resolutely attempting to ignore most of Nathan's whining, it's around lunchtime (dreamtime) that Victor finally snaps back.

"I'm not a superhero and if you're SO bored, you can leave however you got in here!" He stops in his tracks, hoping maybe Nathan will just wander off if Victor tries to halt his own dream mid-day.

VICTOR.

[ariseanew.livejournal.com]

Aradia startles, at first, but quickly offers Victor a smile.

"Oh! No, it's very interesting, actually! I wasn't sure if New Moore was a good example of what human life is like, so this is pretty cool."

She looks around, and her wings flutter a little as she lifts slightly off the ground. When she touches down again, her appearance flickers for a second--a glimpse of her robotic self, before she looks normal again.

[notvictorious]

Victor jumps a bit at the image of Robo-Aradia, before he relaxes slightly. He slows to a stop, the two of them lingering in one of the (sometimes too long) dream versions of his school hallways during free period. If any of the passing students notice the troll's unusual appearance, they don't note on it.

"That's right," he murmurs, leaning against one of the locks. "You said you used to be a robot? But it was complicated, or something." Victor laughs half-heartedly, adding, "I think it usually is."

ERIDAN.

[ariseanew.livejournal.com]

Aradia folds in on herself a little when she realizes Eridan has noticed her, before steels herself and stares back at him. She's barely a blip on his radar, she's sure, but that's no reason for her to be rude.

She ventures forward carefully, still a little wary of water even in dreams, especially after recent events. "Hello."

Re: ERIDAN.

[squidissension]

If Aradia is moving closing, you can be sure Eridan's leaning away from her approach. A blip on her radar is giving this bitch too much credit. As far as Eridan's concerned, this lowbloods never existed.

But.. if this is a dream, it's not gonna sully his own blood purity to just respond, right? It doesn't look like she's gonna take off anyway. Besides, what if Fef sees and tries to lecture him with a dunk underwater?

"Wwhat?" he grumbles, petulantly turning his face in the opposite direction. He said he'd respond, doesn't mean he has to be civil.

JOHANNA.

[choosefight.livejournal.com]

Steph flinches at the sound of the ax embedding itself in the tree right behind her. She pats a little at her hair, hoping she hasn't lost any, then realizes that today, she has tied it up in a braid, which lies safely tucked inside the Batgirl cowl.

"I...was looking for the bathroom?"

She offers Johanna an innocent smile.

[johannamason]

Okay, first of all- people in masks are creepy as anything. Johanna doesn't necessarily hide who she is, so anybody purposefully shrouding their identity makes her nervous. Second, it's hard to tell who anybody is in a Bat costume, so Johanna slips into the persona of stranger danger. Can't let any watching tributes assume she actually knows what she's doing.

"There aren't any," she replies lamely, voice a lot less barbed than it was a second ago. "I mean.. this is kinda a forest so." She holds out a hand, signalling 'throw my deadly weapon back here, please'.

"How'd you even get in here? You're not one of the tributes, right?"

POLAND. or, jesus monica did you want to tag all of her kids.

[choosefight.livejournal.com]

Steph lags behind Poland, trying to enjoy the view and stay on her pony at the same time, which is proving more difficult than she expected. She's not good with horses either, but somehow, she thought this would be easier.

YESSSSSSSSSSS ALL THE KIDS

[oftpartitioned]

Poland grins as wide and bright as the high Polish (or is it Lithuanian?) sun above them.

"You totally suck at this!" but the teasing is good natured, cut by the relaxed slump of his shoulders, the sheer adorableness of ponies and flowers and SHIT IS THAT A DOUBLE RAINBOW??

RAIKOU.

[torrefied.livejournal.com]

"Tch." Mello's been wandering for a while now, just getting more frustrated with the lack of exits. There's something important he has to do, and it doesn't involve being here.

He stands in the walkway, squinting at Raikou, sizing him up. Mello feels exposed without his sunglasses to cover his face, and he's trying to hide the irritation and fear bubbling up from inside.

"Who said anything about running, anyway?"

OH YES I WANTED TO WANDER INTO MELLOS BUT I WASNT SURE IF IT WAS KOSHER

[shimizudan]

Raikou smiles back to his new roommate. Mello might think his face is scary, but a samurai doesn't scare easily. Also balking a person's disfigurements would be just plain rude. He's a murderer, but some people still have manners.

"I was talking about me," he says, shifting his weight as he turns to face Mello. "If you're not running away, what's the big hurry to find a way out?"

POLAND

[tastes]

You've got to give the humans credit, there is nothing quite like riding a pony through a land chockful of delicious colours- the only thing better than it would be riding a dragon. Nothing like the wind between your horns, and Terezi's definitely enjoying herself, with that huge toothy grin on her face.

"Hey, not bad!"

[oftpartitioned]

He has to admit it- for a monster-looking blind girl, she isn't too terrible to hang out with. Or maybe he's just getting desperate for friends.

Ugh, no use thinking about that! Poland pulls on the reins to turn his pony around and face the girl, hoping he's posing as dramatically as possible (she's BLIND idiot, she can't see either way.)

"Duh!" he cackles, trotting towards her skeptically. "But are you sure you're like, okay or whatever? I know the horse can see, but you totally can't at all, right??"

NAOTO (aah I have no idea um here)

[growinmushrooms]

Tamaki-chan has the sneaking sensation that something about this is not quite right, but it's hard to be certain. There is sneaking. That's for certain. Sneaking is important right now, and not getting caught. Right? Getting caught would be embarrassing...

POLAND

[detectivewonder]

The tea was excellent. The company, however, was starting to make Tim just a little nervous and embarrassed -- and for once, he wasn't talking about Feliks. High-society parties had been fine when he was on a job for Bruce, or being walked through one by Dick, or could laugh at them with Steph. But without a distraction, he didn't know how to react, although his courtesy and etiquette were well-studied and could not be faulted. He'd lost track of the passage of time, and became fully aware once more just in time to hear someone murmur something embarrassing enough to make him blush.

[oftpartitioned]

Poland flounces to Tim's side, gigantic white dress bobbing around him like a powder puff. If not for the lakc of a viel, the dress would be as large and gaudy as the prissiest of wedding dresses. Poland, for all the ladylike grace of his outfit, still wears the same usual, boyish sneer.

"C'mon, you gotta admit this is pretty cool!" He twirls around once to show off the dress that only seems to get bigger and poofier with each passing moment. Happy with that display, Poland spins around two more times until he grapples for Tim's arm to keep his balance.

VICTORONI

[somanyhats]

Molly's been bopping around behind Victor for the entirety of the dream, so the look doesn't really catch her off guard. Instead of looking surprised, she shows a grin that means trouble, shrugs her shoulders, and holds the foam ball in her hands menacingly.

"Yeah, it kind of stinks more than Chase's old socks."

[notvictorious]

Victor sends the girl an exasperated expression, hopefully one that reads 'don't even think about it'- in his usual, buzz-kill fashion.

"I'm sure your high school years will be a lot more fun than mine."

[coloredstrings]

A stormy breeze thrashes her hair around her face like some living thing, and Jade lifts a hand to pin stray strands to her temple and out of her line of sight. Her bare toes curl into the wet, gritty sand. The murky water surges onto the shore, frothing ice cold around her ankles.

She couldn't quite recall how or when she'd ended up here, but she was here now.

"... Feferi?" She asks intelligently (is this her dream?), spotting the bubbly seatroll drifting further and further away, but she has yet to notice Eridan.

[squidissension]

Eridan can't help but start when he hears the outsider's voice. I mean, come on. It's Eridan. Who would want to visit this douche in his dream! Spotting Jade, he thinks for a minute maybe he'd be better off saying nothing or hoping really really hard this chick would disappear. But his own desperate need for attention wins out.

"Wwhat are you doin here, wwi-" Right, she didn't like that title. He purses his lips around the name. "Jay." Close enough.