[Dreams: Hannah and Rory] Who: Hannah and Rory What: Dreaming Where: The Dream Clinic in the Capital When: Nowish Warnings/Rating: Who knows what lives in these dreams
Hannah was a little bit nervous. She hadn't ever been in a dream, and she'd never had one of her own, and this was going to be her first time. She was excited, but she was nervous too, and she arrived at the Dream Clinic late, after they'd closed and when no one was inside and looking to dream dreams.
She had a key, and she fingered it where it rested in her pocket. She'd earned the key, and she had it for tonight and tonight only. She knew how to run the machines, and she knew what not to do, and the gift-giver had already set up a few dreams, predetermined ones that anyone could enter. It was the cheapest way to do it, but Hannah didn't care. A dream was a dream was a dream, and she wanted to become lost in one. It was something really, really human to her. It was something denied her, and it was something she wanted to experience. She knew what it was to sleep. She needed sleep, and that was something in her programming, but there was nothing when she slept. Dreams seemed like books with spines cracked open and the words projected onto the mind, and she maybe had a really pretty view of what happened when people's eyes closed and their subconsciousness ran free.
She didn't have a subconscious, or at least she didn't think she did, and she was going to borrow one tonight. She didn't want to do it alone, and Rory was coming, and she waited out back, at the door that the employees used. She had a key, and she had a code, and the bag she had slung over her shoulder contained instructions for everything else, just in case she forgot. She was dressed in grey, hair loose and black pumps on her feet, but she thought maybe that wouldn't matter even a little bit, and she leaned back against the stone wall with stars in her eyes.