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I had the strangest dream last night. I was a child, but I could make ice and snow. Anna and I would play together. It could be the hottest summer and it didn't matter, we could always go sledding.

I moved back to California after years in London at University and I feel like I'm in a waiting pattern. Waiting for job interviews, mostly, but also waiting to feel like I'm actually home.

I'm Elsa.

Three for three now where my brother's life is leveraged against me so that I am to learn the identity of the Scarlet Pimpernel. No matter the differences between the dreams, some things remain annoyingly predictable.

The Outreach Center is gonna be hosting a 4th celebration with Fireworks, food and carnival games. Kids get free admission and all proceeds go to local Women's shelters and youth centers.

So that's a thing.

Remember the whole sleeping frozen for 25 years thing? We found my kid. She was raised by the Romans and turned into a real monster. But we still tried to help her. I used to be like that, but I changed. And if I can change, anyone can. Especially any daughter of mine.

We got her to realize who she was, and she reformed. But the Gods found out she was alive, and they wanted her dead, since she's supposed to be the one that'll kill 'em all.

They were wrong. They came for my daughter so I killed them.

Poseidon, Discord, Hephaestus, Hades, Demios, Artemis, Athena, and finally the furies. Zeus and Hera were already dead. Hera killed by Zeus and Zeus killed by Hercules.

Didn't think it could get much more exciting than that. Until I tricked Lucifer into taking the Throne of Hell when I was trying to save my mother's soul.

I say, I just got the most delightful piece of fashion from my dreams. It's a bit ostentatious, but that's part of why I love it so. It's also the perfect cover, playing the silly fop to throw off suspicion of the fact that I am the Scarlet Pimpernel!

With school finally ending and summer right around the corner, I'm looking into getting a summer job.

Anyone on here know if anyone that's hiring?

As much as I adore performing, it really would be nice if I could just watch a show I've done from the audience instead of managing to always end up at the performance where I am needed to fill in at the very last minute. Just once.

Yet the show must go on.

Previews are done, the reviews are in and The Pirate Queen officially opens tomorrow for the next three weeks! Time certainly flies when you're in production and performance mode.

So apparently dream me is a master of disguise, and infiltrated Robespierre's operation in France. I used my position to gain intelligence and which people they were targeting for the guillotine and use it to save said innocent people. I created the Scarlet Pimpernel to help get those people out of France.

And then there is my dear Shovelin who is far too sour and dour and wears entirely too much black. I mean, really! The man could use some color in his wardrobe.

I have to give it to my dream self, he's not one to sit idly by when innocent people are in trouble. He puts his money where his mouth is, which is something that I can greatly respect. He's recruited his friends to help him save people from the Reign of Terror in France. Which obviously would be a death sentence to them if any of them were caught, but he's willing to die to help people.

When I go to the drugstore to go buy shampoo, I don't really expect to find... well
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I am... really not sure what they were thinking when they designed these.

New year, new set of dreams which admittedly is not all that surprising since I came back. I must say though, Armand will never let me hear the end of it if he were to learn he's the older sibling in this set, or that he sent me to a convent for schooling.

Though meeting Thomas Jefferson in the dreams will make conversations interesting given the mythos around him here.

Well I say, this is a cunning little network to meet others who live here, isn't it? Certainly does a chap good to know there is an easy way to make friends upon being new around here. Percy Blakeney is my name, it's a pleasure to meet you all through a computer screen!

With the intensity of Macbeth, it really is a relief to be able to focus just on that now. These have been the longest two weeks of

[Friends | Family]
Well that's done. It seems the police have caught the man who was following me and things are able to go back to normal. Or normal for here. Anyway, one less thing to worry about.

And there goes the stock.

If the me I dream about can build a sandsled out of spare parts, the real me can definitely handle this airship.

percy blakeney

What should I do if I find proof of illegal wrong doings?

It feels as if I'm reaching the end of my dreams soon, though I was greeted with yet another item from my them, this time a replica of my own head. It's astonishingly accurate and be it narcissism or appreciation of workmanship, but it has found a place on my mantle.

I think the Dreams are over. I mean, knowing my luck I could be wrong, but it looks as though we all got our happy ending. So what happens next?

[Percy]

Dream you is a dick for faking your death. I have never in my life seen Marguerite more morose, not even when we lost our parents. Glad to know you weren't really dead, though.

[Marguerite]

I think I want to go out to eat with my big sister tonight. My treat. Anywhere you want to go.

I think I was fairly successful in convincing the mugger who thought trying to rob the guy with the sword was a good idea that an épée is a valid weapon to use for self defense. He should be happy I prefer the épée over the sabre. I mean, if he'd had a gun I would have just handed everything over but he didn't so I figured I stood a valid chance. But I'm fine, just at the police station pressing charges, in case anyone is worried.

[Marguerite]

I will come over to your place to prove in person that I'm A-OK if you want.

Well. Being arrested and thrown in a prison in France during the revolution with the threat of having my head chopped off was a lovely Dream to have when I went to sleep this afternoon. I'd kind of hoped they'd stopped by now.

I'm back in town after having spent the holidays away. I ended up being busier than I expected so didn't really spend any time on here or the computer but I hope you all had a pleasant one.

While a five show run is rare, it was still well received and the proceeds went to a good cause.

Though not having any auditions lined up is rather strange. It's been nearly a year since I haven't been involved with a show in some capacity or another.

[Percy]
Thank you for accompanying me to the cast part the other night. I hope you enjoyed yourself?



[The performance was a five show run of Finding Neverland, from Dec 27 - Dec 31, as a charity benefit for a children's hospital for anyone who might have gone. She would have posted about it but life got in the way.]

I am so happy I'm used to snow. I didn't miss it, though.

[Percy]

Is the firm doing anything like a Christmas party this year?

[Christine]

Are you free Friday night? I was thinking we could have an actual date, like dinner and a movie or something.

I was greeted this morning with the most ridiculous set of clothes I have ever seen. Strangely, however, I rather like them. Too bad they were too late for Halloween.

I've been thinking about it for a while, and one thing I miss doing is fencing. I thought I saw that there was someone on here who was a fencing instructor. Any chance we could talk if there is?

[Family & Friends]

So I want to dress up this year, even if it's just to pass out candy. I just can't think of what to dress as. I kind of don't want to do anything scary, and nothing with a mask. Anyone have any ideas?

I suppose it's too bad that Oliver! takes place about 45 years after the dreams as a potential costume could be made out of what I found in my closet this morning thanks to the dreams.

Though this close to opening, probably best I didn't try to suggest a new costume..

[Percy]
I've been informed that you've been looking into some things.

[Armand]
So, are we still doing the ignoring game? Just answer me so I know you're okay

Days like this with stacks of paperwork staring me in the face I begin to wonder if it's true and lawyers actually are evil.

People more experienced with this than myself:

I've been told dating men is easier than dating women.

Contrary to popular belief, I have never dated a man.

Is dating a woman always like needing to care for a small child?

Is dating men any easier?

Oh, God, hangovers suck. I don't even want to know how much I had to drink last night. I don't know how to fix the problem that got me drinking in the first place. And to top it off I had my third Dream last night. While that dream wasn't bad I know something bad is coming up because my sister is having the Dreams as well, but I don't know what or when, just that it will probably be soon, so there's an added dread to the whole thing. And right now I can't talk to her about it. The whole situation sucks.

[Percy]

Please, don't tell Marguerite about last night. Don't tell her about the fact I got wasted or that I'm scared Chauvelin might hurt me or her, okay? And don't do anything that's going to get you hurt. It's my screw-up and I don't need you getting dragged into it any more than I've already dragged you into it. Promise me you won't.

My friend has been asleep at my apartment for well over twenty-four hours and the only reason I'm not panicking much is because I'm seeing it's happening to other people too. I just don't know how much longer I can go without an actual full blown panic attack because she's tossing and turning and I can tell she's having nightmares and that is really not a good thing especially for her. Is there anything we can do?

I was told at work this would be a suitable way to locate someone who rather recently left without much explanation whose associate would very much like to express how distressed (and rather offended) he was at the sudden disappearance.

Direct all inquiries on the matter to Percy Blakeney, attorney and concerned friend.