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[seriousmarauder]

[There is a man on the Plane, but he looks more like a corpse. His face is gaunt and his body is nearly skeletal, as though he hasn’t eaten properly in years. His hair is long and untamed, and the tattered grey robes he’s wearing do nothing for his figure. Despite all this, however, he seems rather calm -- almost bored, in fact. His voice is hoarse when he speaks.]

This has to be the strangest nightmare I’ve had in a long time. Not that it’s much of a nightmare, mind you...

[shakes his head] Oh come on, drawing out the suspense isn’t going to make much of a difference, is it? Hurry up, I haven’t got all night -- well, I suppose I have, but that’s beside the point.

[then, he spies the booth of brochures, and picks one up] The Astral Plane? That’s a new one. If I wasn’t completely sure I was dreaming, I might think...wait a minute, there’s a kitchen?

[Sirius tosses the brochure aside and turns into an equally skinny (but very large) black dog, following his nose. When he arrives at the kitchen, he shifts back into human form, and stares.] Now I know it’s a nightmare. This is all going to be some sort of terrible trap, isn’t it?

Or I won’t actually be able to eat any of it, I’ve had that nightmare too... [he trails off, glancing around the kitchen suspiciously]

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[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[...Ah.

There's someone wandering into the kitchen for a cup of tea, and it doesn't take her long to make a few quick assessments - someone is very obviously Very Not All Right, so there's a pretty lady approaching him in a very friendly, open sort of manner.]

I've never had trouble ingesting the food.

[seriousmarauder]

[raises an eyebrow] You would tell me that, seeing as how you're obviously a figment of my imagination.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Ouch. Someone's not adjusting well.

Three puts a kettle one while she talks, because even imaginary tea is always helpful. It is one of the main attributes of tea, being capable of making every situation just a little bit better.]

What's your name?

[seriousmarauder]

[frowns, because someone he dreamed up ought to know his name] Sirius Black. And yours?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

I'm the Doctor.

[Don't mind her, she's just going to be finding some ingredients to put together some delicious sandwiches. She'd guess he's pretty far malnourished, and probably won't cling to any decision not to eat food that might be a dream or hallucination. At least, not for long.

So she lays out the first finished sammich on a plate conveniently close to him and doesn't touch it herself.]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Ah, you changed, how neat!

{Diva has been watching from the kitchen--she's drinking something that looks and smells like blood. I WONDER WHAT IT COULD POSSIBLY BE...}

Ne, are you a shapeshifter? Or...What was it called...A werewolf? But you look more like a dog, so I guess that's not quite it.

[seriousmarauder]

[The blood doesn't help with the nightmare theory, Diva.] Animagus, actually. [curiously] Are you a vampire?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Animagus? I haven't heard of that.

{She drinks the rest of the blood, hoping off of the counter} I am. It's pretty obvious though, isn't it?

[seriousmarauder]

No? It means I can turn into an animal at will. Just one, though...I'm no Metamorphagus.

[he's amused by the second question] Just a bit. Though I thought vampires usually went for the neck. You're not exactly the stuff of nightmares drinking it like that. ...Not that I'm complaining.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She smiles} I can go for the neck, and other parts, but that's not very nice, is it?

Ahh, but I don't really understand what a Metamorphagus is, either. You must be from a really different world from me.

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[Remus is in the mood for a peaceful, quiet meal, and he figures he's more likely to get one on the Plane; he strides towards the kitchen with his mind on other things]

[seriousmarauder]

[Sirius is still sitting there, looking rather queasy from stuffing himself silly. But he doesn't even notice how ill he feels when he spots Remus. He stares, unable to form a coherent sentence, before shifting into Padfoot. He trots over to his old friend slowly, almost hesitantly, before sniffing his hand. Padfoot glances up at Remus, his expression conflicted. He smells real enough, but...]

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[usually, he'd have smelled the dog before he approached, at least heard his nails clicking against the constellations, but Remus is entirely too subsumed in his thoughts, in one of the few places he can afford to be

so he only notices the dog when he's right there, sniffing his skin, and he almost starts before glancing down

and his eyes widen, as he whispers]

Padfoot? [he'd know that dog, that scent anywhere - but he's so thin, so ragged...]

[seriousmarauder]

[The question is met with a whine -- and a nod. He morphs back into himself, before collapsing against Remus; just as thin and ragged as he was a moment ago.] ...Moony? [his voice is hesitant...if he's dreaming, he doesn't want to wake up]

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[his hands immediately go to Sirius's shoulders, assurance and support] It's me, Pads. Merlin, what happened to you? [it's been some time since they've seen each other, but he's never looked this bad]

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

[Sirius is so lucky she's seen creatures like the Ood and knows better than to freak out at the sight of someone looking so awful. she only gasps upon seeing him] Oh my god, what happened to you, sweetheart? Are you all right? No, that's a stupid question, of course you're not all right.

[of course, in the running tradition of Things Donna Has Missed Seeing, she didn't see him change into a dog and back as she only just arrived in the kitchen.]

[seriousmarauder]

[winces -- that bright red hair reminds him of Lily. But he shakes his head] I'm alright, really, it's normally this -- [he's cut off by the sensation of quite literally losing his lunch on the kitchen floor. Possibly his worst introduction ever. :(]

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

[okay now that? is definitely a bad first impression. that makes her backpedal very quickly, and she lets out an involuntary noise in disgust.]

If you're all right, then I'm the flipping Queen of Sheba! You are sitting down over there. Now.

[and as much as she doesn't want to clean up someone else's mess, she sighs and drops from the Plane, returning with a bucket and mop--after she's checked her shoes for anything, of course.]

[seriousmarauder]

[Yep, definitely Lily. Or maybe Molly Weasley. Sirius obeys, because he knows what happens when you ignore redheads.]

I'm sorry about that. Don't worry about the mess, I can clean it up with...oh. Never mind. You think I'd be used to not having it after six years.

[there's a long pause, then his tone is rather sheepish] The Doctor told me not to eat too much...suppose I ought to have listened.

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

"It"? Don't know about you, sunshine, but I can think of plenty things one can be without for six--[she stops mid-mop] Did you say "the Doctor"? Which one?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[Given recent experiences, Sebastian isn't entirely at ease with corpse-people. So he asks the logical question.]

Are you an angel?

[seriousmarauder]

[Sirius is startled by that question, and gives Sebastian an odd look] Not remotely. ...I'm pretty certain I haven't died yet, anyway. And even if I had, I doubt I'd be an angel.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Well, that's good. Though I'm sure you'd carry the wings off quiet brilliantly. [After this sage consolling, Sebastian hops off the table he was perched on and opens up the fridge for strawberries. Aloysius is left on the table to himself for the moment, but of course Sebastian will bring back enough to share.]

[seriousmarauder]

[there is a bear. On the table. Sirius wonders if he's lost it again, but he simply shakes his head.] Not while I look like this, I wouldn't. A few years ago, maybe...[his tone is wistful -- he misses being handsome :(]

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[Sebastian wouldn't recognize the signs of starvation if he met it (like right now) which is in its way a special and painful irony for his future, but right now, it's childish obliviousness. He returns to the table for his bear and sets a strawberry in Aloysius lap, then plucks one for himself and pops it into his mouth.] Oh, I'm sure you could manage. Strawberry?