Twenty First Clone

[sitaronthewater]

The room is filled with faceless people, backs turned to your view. You can still make out that they are laughing, smiling, happy, and having a good time. There is someone in a long, hooded cloak walking around and through the groups. He has a bunch of cue cards in his hands, shuffling through them.

He keeps going up to the groups, trying either to make them notice him (which they don't), or glean information by observation. After a while he seems to get overly flustered and winds up tripping on his own coat, falling, and revealing himself to be Demyx. As he falls, the cue cards scatter, and he tries to gather them up a little before he seems to just stay down on the floor, having lost hope . . . or did he?

[OoC: Anyone and everyone welcome in his dream~! No prior reservations needed.]

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[letxequalnull.livejournal.com]

[Man what is it with all these half-familiar dreams lately? Have a Xehanort, Demyx.]

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

[Oh, a dream that's not terrifying! Finally!]

...Demyx?

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

[Have a . . . confused Demyx, Xehanort.] H-Hello?

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

[He looks up at that, it takes him a while, it is a dream, after all, but it comes to him.] I- Wait. Carl? What are you-?

[letxequalnull.livejournal.com]

Hello.

[The voice may seem half-familiar, but only just.]

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

What am I what? I'm a bit lost at the moment, actually...

[Carl, it so happens, has figured out that he is dreaming, and has since lost his own dream in the crowd of other dreams going on around the City. He might be lucid, but the mechanics of this curse--because it's certainly a curse--are still baffling him. And darn it, he can't find his nice, quiet dream again.]

This is your dream, is it? It doesn't seem terribly cheery.


[ooc: And sleeping! Sorry about that...]

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

Who're- You're familiar. Who are you?

[letxequalnull.livejournal.com]

I am Xehanort.

[highest-voltage.livejournal.com]

[pokes on-the-floor!Demyx with her foot]

[elevatorwarrior]

Demyx! Are ya just going to lay around on that floor all day?

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

What are you doing here. [a pause] Where is here?

A dream? [another pause, more considering this time] Cheery? No, I guess not.

[OoC: No! How dare you sleep! *hug* Night~!]

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

[So helpful, Larxene! He winces, more out of habit than actual pain.] Hey. [He stands up. He knows better with her.]

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

Wha-? [Processing . . . |] Reno? Am I- Oh. No, I guess not. [starts attempting to pick up the cue cards, but due to the oh so helpfulness of dreams, they either appear to be glued down or start fading, he pouts, and then gets up.] Hey.

[highest-voltage.livejournal.com]

[oh Demyx, you're so well-trained] Hay is for horses. [smirks] And what the hell are you doing?

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Larxene, why would you ever? He's confused immensely at that phrase now.] What do horses have to do with anything?

And I'm- [He catches himself. Dream this might be, but it's Larxene and that means she's an Organization member and he can't just flat out say it. Plus, she's Larxene.] Well, I don't remember, really.

[highest-voltage.livejournal.com]

[because it's funny, why else?] You're an idiot. [stating the obvious and moving on]

Well that's no shocker. What're the note cards for? [moving to snatch them from him]

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

[But he seeeeees you there, Roxas. You're getting stared at now, and then he composes himself a little and attempts to stand up.]

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

This is your dream?

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

[You're hard to please, and anyway, he's not out to impress you.] Yeah, I guess. S'kinda weird, huh? [attempt at a chuckle]

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

What're you doing on the floor?

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

Xehanor- [And he's putting two and two together. This is interesting.] Xehanort. [Oh, right! Now he's scrambling up, leaving the cue cards where they are, ah-hah, no reason to look there at all, right?] So, uh, what're you doing here?

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

[He pouts a little, but then starts panicking when she goes to grab them. Now, whether or not there was anything really written on there, the world will never know, because the second she grabs them, they become immediately blank. Because bitches can't handle his cue cards, and it's his dream. Although the word 'happiness' can be made out before it fades.] Uh, a mission?

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

[ . . . Oh! Right! He gets up, attempting to pick up the cards, failing, but still answers the question.] I fell.

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

And what's wrong with them?