[Dream Event | Open] [You are standing outside, right in the middle of a giant cityscape. Residents of Japan, specifically Tokyo, may recognize the setting. It's Ikebukuro, and you're standing outside of the Sunshine 60 building.]
[People, crowds of them are passing you on the street. Their faces are nondescript, shades of gray. A blur. The only recognizable face in the crowd is Izaya, who's tossing a cell phone in the air and catching it.]
[Suddenly, there's a gust of wind as something goes flying past your head at a terrifyingly quick pace. What the hell was that? Oh, it's a vending machine, and it's headed right for Izaya's head.]
[He dodges it with ease, and the scenery just behind him fades to black, concrete breaking. Everything behind him is now a pit of darkness, which Izaya turns to look at, clearly irritated with it.]
Shizu-chan, you're going to have to try harder than that! Really, your movements are getting to be predictable. I'm bored, I'm bored!
[Something else goes flying past your head again. This time, it's a... pole carrying a traffic light. This one manages to smack Izaya in the face - causing him to almost fall into the abyss. For a brief moment, there's an expression of relief on his face. That was close.]
[He folds his arms, looking up at the sky, which has turned a shade of black. Surrounding Izaya's feet, a pile of dead fish have materialized - trout, salmon, tuna - the whole lot. He looks down, then back up.]
Oya... [Izaya sighs, unamused.] We've done this before. Can I request a new dream. This one's gotten dull.
[What will you do? Will you look into the put and see what's there? Ask Izaya why people are throwing things at him? Seek out who is throwing things? Or maybe pick up some fish to make lunch?]