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Tweak says, "i want that lovey dovey..."

Watanuki Kimihiro [四月一日君尋] (AKA Buttercup) (ghostduster) wrote in sabra_la_tau,
@ 2010-12-02 02:26:00

Entry tags:

!days 190-199, aeris gainsborough, albert de morcerf, claude c. kenni, danielle 'dani' phantom, dean winchester, edward elric, excel, jace beleren, kurosaki tasuku, minami ikki, nabuca, raenef, uchiha itachi, watanuki kimihiro, yoi-te, yuffie kisaragi, {gaara}, {iggy}, {jack harkness}, {rose tyler}, {{{taiki}}}

Who: Anybody!
Where: DREAMWORLD oooh
When: Day 197, night
What: Dreampost!

[I dunno about you, but it's been one hell of a week for this noodle. He's not in critical condition anymore, but his grip on reality is more tenuous than usual tonight. Therefore, it's time to go wandering.

Whatever you may be dreaming about -- nightmare, fantasy, Old Sabra, something in between -- you feel a light prick at the back of your consciousness, and then a widening. Even the non-dreamwalkers can move about tonight in this hazy shared reality. But be aware that other things lurk in the deepest recesses of tonight's mindscape, especially with so many restless alter-egos on the move...]

(( OOC: It's dreampost time again! Here's a repost of the guidelines from last time, with a few changes:

A) If you comment to the post, you're hosting a dream of your own. People commenting to you are part of the dream, whether as a figment of your imagination or as a conscious 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 Aeris are not commenting to everyone. In fact, I'm going to sleep in about an hour and a half.
F) If you want a magical toy surprise (and have not already been Pillar'd, lake'd, etc.), then PM Aeris or Watanuki. :) :) :) ))

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	assumedposition 2010-12-03 07:49 am UTC (link)
	[He meets Night's gaze easily, seemingly very aware, if self-conscious. He rubs the back of his neck.] "Ah... you look like you feel about as out of place amongst all this finery as I do." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	crossboundaries 2010-12-03 07:55 am UTC (link)
	[nods] I'm not used to it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

assumedposition
2010-12-03 08:09 am UTC (link)

"Haha, neither am I. Who'd have thought-- a plain man like myself eating amongst nobles? It seems bizarre. Still, I'm sure you're here because you're somebody that Monsieur Albert treasures in some way."

[Albert breaks off whatever conversation he was participating in at that point to snap his head around to this one, going bright red.] --Maximilien! Honestly, both of you. Y-You should both eat something properly, already!

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	crossboundaries 2010-12-03 08:22 am UTC (link)
	Treasures... [looks back at Albert, surprised] Is it okay? There are maids... I don't know how to ask. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

assumedposition
2010-12-03 08:27 am UTC (link)

[Nods] You can help yourself to whatever's on the table! [There is, indeed, a LOT of food on the table. Most of it is all traditionally European food-- roasts, sandwiches, some salads. Albert helps himself with a knife and fork to a chicken drumstick as he says this.]

As for the servants, don't mind them. They'll take care of your drinks and dirty dishes when they're empty without being prompted. That's what they're trained for, after all!

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	crossboundaries 2010-12-03 08:35 am UTC (link)
	[awwwwwkward nod... Takes... ... ...a lot of food.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

assumedposition
2010-12-03 08:42 am UTC (link)

[Meanwhile, Albert's parents and the Count at the head of the table seem to have moved on to talking about ... something to do with politics? Albert's father lets out a big hearty laugh.]

"I'm embarrassed to hear that you know of the Janina Campaign. The people praise me as a hero, but to a soldier such things mean little. After all, nothing good results from destruction."

[The Count smiles back at him, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.] "No no, these idyllic times in which we live were built on the back of the sacrifice of soldiers such as yourself. ... Such is my opinion, at any rate. I expect that the far corners of the galaxy are echoing with the name of General Morcerf by now."

"You honour me by saying so."

[At this, suddenly the lighting above them flickers on and off a few times, as if threatening to go off. Albert's stopped eating his food, too, and has put his knife and fork down in favour of clenching his fists tightly in his lap.]

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	crossboundaries 2010-12-03 08:44 am UTC (link)
	...[...] Simba. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	assumedposition 2010-12-03 08:47 am UTC (link)
	[Looks up abruptly, startled. The lights stop flickering, and everyone else at the table continues conversing as if they didn't even notice it happening.] --Huh? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	crossboundaries 2010-12-03 08:50 am UTC (link)
	Who are they-? [distracting deliberately or not? Hard to say.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

assumedposition
2010-12-03 09:00 am UTC (link)

Ah! My apologies, I haven't introduced you to everyone yet, have I? I'm sorry, how could I have been so rude? Everybody, I'd like you to meet a dear friend of mine. This is Night.

Night-- the Count, you already know ... [extending his hand out to indicate the blue man, and then moving clockwise to the head of the table.] This is my father, and my mother. On your other side sits Maximilien Morrel, a courageous soldier who saved a dear friend's life in the midst of battle. [At this, Albert's mother and father exchange glances, but say nothing.]

Across the table from him is Beauchamp, a good friend of mine and also a newspaper reporter. Next to him is Lucien Debray-- he's already secured a position working in the government secretariat despite his youth. And last but not least is Baron Franz d'Epinay, my best friend.

[They each nod in acknowledgement in turn as he introduces them, and the blond boy sitting inbetween Lucien and the Count that Albert had been arguing with earlier smiles warmly at Yoi-te.]

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	crossboundaries 2010-12-03 09:02 am UTC (link)
	...Hello. Sorry to interrupt. It's nice to meet you. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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