A nocturnal melody.

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[His voice lacks the usual pep that it has. It sounds tired, maybe even shaky?] So, uh, is this the dream curse again? It wasn't like I'm normally used to with it.

[Pauuuuse.]

I was in some sort of stadium, I think. And there were a lot of dead people, and a gun. Is anyone else getting that?

I mean, it's gotta be a curse. I've never had that happen before.

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[OoC: Euphie's memory! Which, incidentally, is the one where she's geass'd (essentially mind-controlled) to kill all of the Japanese, who are coincidentally ALL IN ONE STADIUM. Hooray machine guns. ;.; Demyx is re-living this via dream.]

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.]