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[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Alex Drake is lounging in a lawn chair. It's an average, beat up sort of chair, the kind you would see around public places or, in this specific case, one that originally had residence in a hospital courtyard.

She's enamored with a hefty book in her hands. Knowing Alex, one might suspect it would be rather tedious psychology textbook or perhaps even a disturbingly in-depth police handbook; but closer examination will show that it is, in fact, a directory of dream symbolism. Every once in a while, she scribbles a note in a margin before flipping to a new page. This could, no doubt, go on for hours.

At one point, she glances up around her, a look of surprise on her face followed too quickly by obvious disappointment, and then she's back to her book, and her scribbles, and her constant quest to make sense of nonsense.

Have at her, constructs.]

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[hideous-soul.livejournal.com]

{Curiously,} Have your dreams been leading you in circles, Miss?

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[She glances up at him, but only briefly.] Not my dreams so much as my reality.

[hideous-soul.livejournal.com]

Then I would recommend a different book. Those for deciphering dreams rarely help with reality.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[She pauses in her reading again, this time offering him more of her attention.] Well, yes. Until dreams become reality. Then it's a bit harder to differentiate.

[hideous-soul.livejournal.com]

If that were the case, then I believe the suggestion to make would be to stop taking...Ah, whatever leads you to believe that. The complications of other times makes this hard to recommend. But from your dress alone, it seems easy to assume that you are not from a time where casual use of opium on occasion is common.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

Opi- What? [She pauses a moment, and then laughs and shakes her head.] It's nothing like that. Well, not entirely. More like a bullet through my brain, but that can't exactly be helped, can it?

[hideous-soul.livejournal.com]

{Raises an eyebrow} I...see. Perhaps if that is the case, opium would be helpful rather than harmful.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Ah, you're still here after all? I thought that you might have left.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

I thought I did leave. It looks as if this place just sneaks up out of nowhere sometimes.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't say that much. It's more like we're drawn to it.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

It seems as if I'm drawn everywhere except where I actually want to be these days.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

And where you want to be is...2008, didn't you say?

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

That's right. I was there, a minute ago anyway. I don't know if this seemingly free travel back and forth is comforting or annoying.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[A young lady carrying a yellow rose around peers over Alex's shoulder, not touching her, but not exactly respecting her personal space, either. Her eyes are red, as if she's been crying.]

Dreams, huh?

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Alex shifts in the chair, glancing up at the rose and then the girl. The flower makes Alex a little uncomfortable (thank God it's not red) but the other woman's eyes leave Alex offering her a compassionate look.]

It's actually quite amazing what our subconscious can tell us about ourselves through dreams.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Oh, believe me, you're preachin' to the choir. Had a weird one lately? That's usually when most people whip those things out.

[she gestures vaguely at Alex's book with her flower-hand.]

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Alex holds up the book] Oh, this is more for trying to understand what's going on here, right now. I want to know what it is about my mind that would conjure up such a unique hallucination.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[blinks!]

I'm not a hallucination. I'm a Dorothy!

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

Hm, a Dorothy. [She pages through the book, shutting it dramatically after a moment and shrugging.] Nope, nothing about a Dorothy, I'm afraid. [She has a very affectionate, if somewhat teasing tone.] I'm Alex.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[he's just gonna stand over here and stare glumly at her choice in reading material, because not this bullshit again. bad enough he had to deal with Tyler saying it the first few months. now he's got some broad doing it, too]

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[She notices him there, and actively ignores him as she flips through more of the book because, well, she knows it will annoy the shit out of him. After a while, she speaks without bothering to look at him.]

You know, Gene, if you keep making that awful face it'll freeze that way.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Next time I need your opinion, I'll ask for it.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

Whatever. [She huffs an annoyed sigh, and puts down the book to look at him.] Then why are you skulking about, dare I ask? Surely there must be a reason you are around whenever I miraculously appear in a strange place.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Last I checked, I was here a bloody long time before your legs showed up, girlie. Maybe I should have you locked away for stalking.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

Maybe. Or you could shoot me. Seems that's solved some of your problems with me in the past.

[She seems to regret the comment the minute she says it.]

What are you doing here right now? Are you interested in a dream consultation? [She waves the book around, taunting him in her own special way.]