001 | brand new day |

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

[ It's an unfamiliar site that you find yourself in tonight. An impossible room with different colors and glass floors, staircases that seem to go nowhere. At the center of the room is a column made of glass with panels filled with nonsense items: a typewriter, levers, hot and cold handles, even a phone! There's even a monitor hanging from the ceiling next to the man dressed in a tweet jacket and a bowtie. ]

No, this is definitely not the Eye of Orion... it doesn't make any sense! You're giving me nonsense, old girl, absolute babble! I know that the transfer might of been a bit confusing and backwards for you, but, no data whatsoever? What sort of nasty thing have you got in your time rotor this time?

[ Suddenly the man stops and turns and looks at you. He glances to the sides, shifting slightly, his hands flexing into small fists as he steps towards the edge of the glass ramp. ]

How did you get in here? No one can just walk into the TARDIS.


((ooc: intro post! ♥ this is a dream taking place within the console room of the TARDIS. if you have any questions regarding it, lemmie know! and, he doesn't know he's dreaming just yet. ))

Comments

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Makes sense. You jump into one, the TARDIS redirected you here. It's the safest part of the ship. Of course how she locked onto you to begin with though...

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Oh, no... You've got it all wrong.

You're dreaming.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Dreaming. Like "I can be whoever I want to be" dreaming or the "You're being controlled by alien space pollen AGAIN" dreaming?

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Neither! [brightly.] Like, you're asleep dreaming, no alien technology involved. Um, that I know of anyway.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Strange... I don't normally dream. Not like this.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

How do you usually dream?

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

I don't dream at all.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

[That almost makes her smile, though she's not really sure why.]

Well, you're dreaming now. So you should get with the make-the-most-ing.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure that's the best idea.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't want to see the nightmares.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Oh. [She looks down.] That I get.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

And what sort of interdimensional dreams do you have?

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

It's... complicated. I dream what everyone else dreams. I kind of--live here?

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

This is where the portal brought you here... to the world of dreams.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

To be all concise.... yeah?

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Interesting.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Not really the word I'd use, but I'll take it.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

It's interesting because it's a dimension that one can only ask with their subconscious mind... but you exist here. Like you've fallen in between the cracks in the universes. Cracks in the universe are bad. It usually means it's about to end in my case.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

You're telling me. [She isn't so happy about this line of conversation. The Doctor makes her think about ~adult~ things.] Um, but it's fun here sometimes. You can have ice cream whenever you want. No cavities. Magic, right?

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Depends on the dream.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

[She pauses a second, wondering if she should show her hand so early on, but she decides it doesn't really matter anymore.] With me here, no bad dreams. Good dreams only--or. Any kind of dreams you..want.

If that's what you meant.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

I usually don't dream.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Well, now you do. Apparently.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Apparently so! It's strange. Very strange.