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Tweak says, "Twinkle twinkle little earth.."

Watanuki Kimihiro [四月一日君尋] (AKA Buttercup) (ghostduster) wrote in sabra_la_tau,
@ 2010-10-03 19:17:00

Entry tags:

!days 170-179, aeris gainsborough, albert de morcerf, allen walker, ashikawa mitsuru, claude c. kenni, danielle 'dani' phantom, dean winchester, edward elric, excel, gokudera hayato, hattori heiji, howard link, jace beleren, kudo shinichi, kuroba kaito, lelouch lamperouge, minami ikki, nabuca, nakayama yayoi, rabi, sumeragi kururu, syaoran, uchiha itachi, watanuki kimihiro, yuffie kisaragi, {emil castagnier}, {jack/tyler durden}, {lenalee lee [1]}, {ren maaka}, {sohma shigure}, {tsuchimiya kagura}, {uruki}, {{{akatsuki chika}}}, {{{almaz von almadine adamant}}}, {{{hakuba saguru}}}, {{{leonard 'bones' mccoy}}}, {{{mikaila}}}, {{{revan}}}, {{{taiki}}}

Who: Watanuki + Aeris + everyone
Where: Inside your dreeeeeams
When: Day 176, night. (after Allen's return.)
What: Watanuki and Aeris go dreamwalking. Shenanigans ensue!

[Watanuki would be a pretty damn competent dreamwalker ... if he had all of the relevant memories back. As it is, he has the power required but not the control. Which means that his forays into the dreamworld lead to a big fat interconnected mess of unconscious psyche.

What are you dreaming about tonight?]

(( OOC: Dreampost! This is done CFUD-style. For those not familiar with that, here's how it works:

A) If you comment to the post, you're hosting a dream of your own. People can comment to you as part of the dream (i.e., you dreaming about them in your head) or as a connected interloper.
B) Similarly, if you comment to someone else's thread, you're either part of their dream or crossing over from yours to theirs.
C) Feel free to remember as much of (or as little of) the dreams as you like.
D) If you're participating, then your bracer is open a tiiiny crack or two during slumber. Or otherwise briefly permeable.
E) Watanuki (and probably Aeris) will be out and about, but not commenting to everyone. Ping us if you want one of us in particular. ))

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	sharksong 2010-10-04 04:12 am UTC (link)
	I don't really know how I got here . . . (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	assumedposition 2010-10-04 04:17 am UTC (link)
	Huh... [Suddenly, off in the distance but not too far away, you hear beautiful harp music playing.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sharksong 2010-10-04 04:34 am UTC (link)
	[. . . :O] What's that? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	assumedposition 2010-10-04 04:40 am UTC (link)
	It sounds like-- a harp? [Running down the body of the ship to the ladder and climbs down the ladder to the shore to follow the direction it seems to be coming from] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sharksong 2010-10-04 04:42 am UTC (link)
	H-hey! [runs after him] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

assumedposition
2010-10-04 04:44 am UTC (link)

[Further along the shore, the sand gives way to greenery and then eventually a small garden where a gazebo structure rests, classical and elegant in it's design. As you get closer, you can see that beneath it sits a beautiful young woman with a harp, the source of the music. She's dressed in something resembling a loose kimono, but while she looks humanoid, it's clear that she isn't exactly human, either.]

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	sharksong 2010-10-04 04:56 am UTC (link)
	Wha . . . [falls quiet, trying not to disturb her so she can keep listening to the music] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	assumedposition 2010-10-04 05:07 am UTC (link)
	[Albert stops dead too, appreciative of the melody and content to just listen. She plays it through to completion for a few more minutes, and when she finishes, she looks up and smiles gently at them. "Hello, Albert." She then turns to Faith. "Welcome, friend."] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sharksong 2010-10-04 05:22 am UTC (link)
	[ahh what do I say she looks so amazing 8(] H-Hello . . . (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	assumedposition 2010-10-04 05:28 am UTC (link)
	[She smiles at Faith again. "Are you here to see the Count as well?"] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sharksong 2010-10-04 05:40 am UTC (link)
	I . . . guess I am? To be honest I'm really not sure. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	assumedposition 2010-10-04 05:45 am UTC (link)
	["That is what most people come to our humble home here for. I'm afraid we've not much else to offer," comes the reply.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sharksong 2010-10-04 05:47 am UTC (link)
	Eh, but your music . . . ! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	assumedposition 2010-10-04 05:50 am UTC (link)
	["It is a way to pass the time, and I enjoy it. That is all." She strums three notes together. "But I am glad to hear you say that."] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sharksong 2010-10-04 06:17 am UTC (link)
	[wandering closer~] That might be all it is to you, but . . . it's really beautiful. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	assumedposition 2010-10-04 06:30 am UTC (link)
	[She moves over and makes room for Faith on her seat, indicating for her to sit down alongside. "Would you like to play?"] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sharksong 2010-10-04 06:42 am UTC (link)
	Oh—I don't know anything about how to play an instrument! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	assumedposition 2010-10-04 06:53 am UTC (link)
	["Nobody does when they first start. But very well. Shall I play another melody?"] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sharksong 2010-10-04 06:58 am UTC (link)
	If you don't mind. I'd love to hear more. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

assumedposition
2010-10-04 07:08 am UTC (link)

[She starts off playing another song then, more fast paced and dramatic. It goes on for a while, until suddenly the sound of violins start to join in from seemingly nowhere, and then a piano, and then an entire orchestra.]

[The music stays the same, but the landscape shifts and changes. Suddenly, the alien girl is gone, and you're standing backstage at what looks like a piano concerto. A blonde girl about your own age sits at the piano, playing what seems to be the main event. If you peek out from behind the curtains, you can see a grand theatre, the seats packed with people in fancy clothes. Albert stands behind you, enraptured by the music.]

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