onepassingnight | Don't Panic

[Welcome to a wide expanse of... nothing. It's a bunch of white space, not unlike how some digital worlds look when they're loading large portions of new data. Just pristine white as far as the eye can see... and the only thing of color, is a young man sitting cross-legged with his omnipresent cape fluttering in the wind. Getting closer, it becomes obvious just why he's sitting there. There are a pair of coffee tables set up forming an L-shape, covering the space to the right and in front of him. Heaped on the tables and in neat little stacks around him are... books?

If anyone happened to know Kamina fairly well, the notion of him becoming a serious bookworm was probably a sign of impending apocalypse. Thankfully for anyone that might be inclined to run off and proclaim that the end times were upon the world, the books didn't have much in the way of words -more picture albums of varied cities and time periods with maybe a paragraph at most to explain each one.

A moment passes and it seems that he's pretty entranced by whatever he's reading when a sudden gust fills the area. The floor trembles briefly before an asphalt city street suddenly forms underfoot. And with a low rumble, countless buildings begin to erupt from the ground as they rise to their appropriate heights.

The young man stands to his feet with an amused expression as he studies his handiwork; not a recreation of any specific place. But the mood and architecture of the area he's dreamed up here looks an awful lot like the cities of America, circa the late 1940s. Might be a good time to ask him what in the hell is going on before he starts adding things like people and music.]

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[He blinks a little, kind of surprised that that she would want to see the books rather than dive right in and help him come up with things to add. But then, the very notion that he'd been reading must've been a shock... and she might be curious about just what he'd been using as source material.]

Eh?

Go on a head. Doesn't bug me at all. It's all stuff I grabbed from other dream worlds to look at here.

[How was Yoko supposed to help when she hadn't intentionally made notes of the other dreams she had been in. All she could offer was what she knew from home, and she can pretty much guarantee that Kamina isn't interested in seeing any of that.

She takes a seat and flips through the pages, more interested in the pictures than the words.]

So this is a city...[she looks up at him] Why this one, instead of all the others?

Well, the pictures yer lookin' at along with...

[He clears away a stack of books on one of the tables to reveal... a laptop? Of all the things he's learned to use, he'd admit that he was rather proud that he'd figured out how to make the device work. A close glance at the keys would reveal a particular array of smudges in the rough shape of his forehead. Apparently learning to use it wasn't as smooth as he'd like some people to think.

The device revealed, he taps a key on it, prompting a 1940s cop and gangster movie to play.]

I saw one of these in another guy's dream. He had a bunch of 'em, so I helped myself to one.

But after I saw some pictures in the books, I knew I wanted to know how all this stuff looked with people and stuff moving around... and then I found the movie we're watching on this thing. When I saw that, I knew that I had to try it for myself!

[He chuckles for a moment.]

But just a copy 'd be too boring... so I mixed all kinds of stuff in with it!

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