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Dreamscapes (complete)
Characters: Valerie, Misha and Dan.
Content: Valerie in dreamworld and some visitors.
Setting:Haja o Que Houver, Vanaheim, night time.
Warnings: Trauma, drama and other 'auma's applicable
After checking on Misha and leaving her the muffin she hadn’t eaten (she’d gotten too full) Valerie hopped into bed.
Valerie had thought that a good night’s sleep would put everything in perspective. She was well fed, drowsy, and had a really good time just eating with Danny. A part of her was happy she could keep an eye on him now: she got the feeling that he hadn’t been in a very good frame of mind the past few days. She was still, of course, forcing herself to forget about Dan. He was messaging her outright now, and was doing the same with Misha. She had to make sure that Danny never heard a word of it, and intended to keep it that way. This included thinking too much of Dan before bed.
Her subconscious, however, was a different story.
It started out the way it always did: she was at the Nasty Burger, at the site of the explosion. She’d gone there the day after the accident, and had stared at the wreckage, and had looked into the sky that day, wondering what went wrong. In the dream there was still the smell and smoke coming from the place much like that day: the firemen had been there, but this sort of thing always happened after an explosion and fire like that. She was walking through bits and pieces of what was once a family restaurant: the head of the mascot for the drive-thru, a piece of a table, some strewn condiments full of so many preservatives not even an explosion could reduce it to liquefy. Valerie kept on walking as if in a trance, and then she saw him, somewhere in-between a broken booth, shivering. He was pale and blood and dirt matted his face, but she’d know him anywhere. She moved the booth out of the way, but his back was to her, and he didn’t even respond. She moved to put her hand to his back, and heard the scream, half in anguish, half in anger.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!”
“Danny? Please! Snap out of it!”
Content: Valerie in dreamworld and some visitors.
Setting:Haja o Que Houver, Vanaheim, night time.
Warnings: Trauma, drama and other 'auma's applicable
After checking on Misha and leaving her the muffin she hadn’t eaten (she’d gotten too full) Valerie hopped into bed.
Valerie had thought that a good night’s sleep would put everything in perspective. She was well fed, drowsy, and had a really good time just eating with Danny. A part of her was happy she could keep an eye on him now: she got the feeling that he hadn’t been in a very good frame of mind the past few days. She was still, of course, forcing herself to forget about Dan. He was messaging her outright now, and was doing the same with Misha. She had to make sure that Danny never heard a word of it, and intended to keep it that way. This included thinking too much of Dan before bed.
Her subconscious, however, was a different story.
It started out the way it always did: she was at the Nasty Burger, at the site of the explosion. She’d gone there the day after the accident, and had stared at the wreckage, and had looked into the sky that day, wondering what went wrong. In the dream there was still the smell and smoke coming from the place much like that day: the firemen had been there, but this sort of thing always happened after an explosion and fire like that. She was walking through bits and pieces of what was once a family restaurant: the head of the mascot for the drive-thru, a piece of a table, some strewn condiments full of so many preservatives not even an explosion could reduce it to liquefy. Valerie kept on walking as if in a trance, and then she saw him, somewhere in-between a broken booth, shivering. He was pale and blood and dirt matted his face, but she’d know him anywhere. She moved the booth out of the way, but his back was to her, and he didn’t even respond. She moved to put her hand to his back, and heard the scream, half in anguish, half in anger.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!”
“Danny? Please! Snap out of it!”
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"If you aren't up for a good mystery game, I can most definitely give you a few clues. But no telling you while Danny isn't up," he said tauntingly as a clone of Dan fell to the ground, two black rings appearing over him. In his place stood Vlad Masters, walking up to Valerie calmly in his typical rich-man way.
"Ah, Valerie, what a pleasure to see you again. I assume the weapons I've provided you with are still in perfect condition?" he said, leaning in with his hands tied behind his back, dressed in his traditional black suit.
Dan smirked once more, keeping Misha's presence in mind. "As for my appearance, well, it's probably attributed to dear old Plasmius," he spat the name out disdainfully. He smirked again, Vlad leaning back out in unison with Dan.