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WHO: The Dreamers; Inception crew + Arthur
WHERE: The Dreaming
WHEN: Thursday the 3rd and ongoing for a few days, until Arthur wakes up.
WARNINGS: Please warn in thread subjects!
SUMMARY: Arthur's powers go out of control, and the innocent (?) cityzens are affected.
FORMAT: As you like it! Please label your threads if they're open for other dreamers or just specific characters!

Comments

sorry for same-iconing this but ;;

[sh-consulting.livejournal.com]

Yes you mentioned that.

[Sherlock is stepping closer to him, his hands deadly steady even as the anger radiated from every pore of his poised body. The anger is so intense that it's causing the dream to mutate - the place is no longer a specific place but something dark and writhing.

The Police sirens have started, and they're getting closer.]

But here's a thought. You were small enough to climb out of that vent. And you were the only one to run from the crime scene, and YOU -

[He's standing above Arthur now, and he won't look at John he won't he won't]

YOU have just made the worst mistake of your life.

<3

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[Arthur shifts, moves the gun under his own chin]

I can't be sedated I'll die and wake up.

[Except he might be sedated, that's why he can't risk dying, not if it makes him fall]

[sh-consulting.livejournal.com]

[It takes a split second for the words to register, and a fleeting unplacable expression crosses his face.

Suddenly everything around them is brought into distinct sharpness, as if Sherlock is checking everything, but now nothing is right. Now everything is shifting rolling blackness and that can't be right because it simply doesn't exist and the man wants to wake up---

The gun lowers, a mere fraction.]

... dreaming. Of course.

[Then he focuses on Arthur again and his suit and - - the gun raises again.]

What are you.

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[Arthur shifts, and concentrates, and suddenly he's gone, disappeared. He's moved on to the next dream.]

[sh-consulting.livejournal.com]

[The hand drops, and Sherlock's head whips around. He's not new to lucid dreaming, of course. When one knows the detail of the world as well as he does, sometimes it is all too painfully obvious that it isn't real. But he's never quite had an encounter like that.

John's body is gone.

With a frown and a narrowing of his eyes, Sherlock slips sideways.]



[[ooc: and now sherlock is coming to troll everyone's dreams.]]