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realityshifted2008-02-20 10:18 pm
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01 ∞ Goodness gracious, great balls a' fiya'
[Shawn strides into the Astral Plane clutching a melting creamsicle in his left hand. His fingers are stained a watery orange color and there's a small amount of melted 'sicle present at the left corner of his mouth, as well. For a few minutes he just looks around with a perplexed expression at the darkness of the Astral Plane, taking in the stars and streams of glittery material that just seem to hang in midair of their own volition. All right then. This probably wasn't good. He starts to say something, only to cut himself off to say something else.]
I could make a Twilight Zone crack, but it just feels too easy. Gus, what do you think? Too easy? Would Rod Serling approve?
...
Gus?
[Well, this was strange. Shawn could have sworn that his best friend had been right behind him a second ago. The fake psychic shakes it off, convinced that the scenery had just spooked the pharmaceutical rep and he'd run away. It wouldn't be the first time that it'd happened.] And here I thought you liked all this creepy moonbeam and galaxy stuff! [He yells, clearly under the impression that Gus is in earshot.]
[Finally, he looks down and sees the seemingly endless drop beneath his feet... and he instantly leaps to the side with a falsetto cry of surprise. But then again, the floors, albeit invisible, still exist here. He lands on his feet with a loud thunk that echoes. Straightening up, Shawn clears his throat, dusts off his right shoulder and pauses to run his one non-sticky hand inconspicuously through his hair to fix it.]
[Because nobody saw that. Really.]
[But, man. Even for a dream, this was creepy.]
I could make a Twilight Zone crack, but it just feels too easy. Gus, what do you think? Too easy? Would Rod Serling approve?
...
Gus?
[Well, this was strange. Shawn could have sworn that his best friend had been right behind him a second ago. The fake psychic shakes it off, convinced that the scenery had just spooked the pharmaceutical rep and he'd run away. It wouldn't be the first time that it'd happened.] And here I thought you liked all this creepy moonbeam and galaxy stuff! [He yells, clearly under the impression that Gus is in earshot.]
[Finally, he looks down and sees the seemingly endless drop beneath his feet... and he instantly leaps to the side with a falsetto cry of surprise. But then again, the floors, albeit invisible, still exist here. He lands on his feet with a loud thunk that echoes. Straightening up, Shawn clears his throat, dusts off his right shoulder and pauses to run his one non-sticky hand inconspicuously through his hair to fix it.]
[Because nobody saw that. Really.]
[But, man. Even for a dream, this was creepy.]