Who: Naruto and YOU!
Where: Konoha, the Village of the Hidden Leaf
When: Around high noon
Warnings: None!

At high noon, despite the gentle heat of the sun, the streets of Konoha were still busy. Many civilians and ninja alike roamed the streets--you could tell the difference due to the headband the ninjas wore, or even the green flax vests some donned. The people were bustling to and fro from shop to shop, but despite how any people there were, everyone seemed to be rather happy.

The guards that day were friendly too, allowing people into the massive city through the giant wooden gates with open arms, explaining the Hidden Leaf and its many things to do and see. In the far far back of the city sat the Hokage Monument; the giant carved mountain stood tall and proud.

Naruto himself sat atop a tall telephone line pole, watching the people go by. He had already come to terms that this was a dream, which was why he was avoiding the place all together. Even in his own dream, people gave him strange looks. He was a hero, but still a terrifying stranger to them. His blue eyes watched the city. where he was now, he was far away from the village where all his friends were. He hadn't seen any of them yet. Where could they of been?

If he had a dream, couldn't he of at least dreamed about his friends?

"Way to bite'ttebayo," Naruto complained, flopping back against a high extension of the pole.

[ ooc: Comment back in any style you want! I'll match it. ]

[As summer starts to peak, the beach is a great place to be, and it's bustling. Everything for a day of fun is here: nets for volleyball, plenty of people swimming or sunning themselves, kids chasing or running away from the waves, sand castles, and... a giant igloo.

Somehow, the beach-goers seem to accept this. The snowy dome digs stubbornly right into the sand, arrogantly ignoring the beating heat of the sun like a challenge. The very air around it radiates cold. Catchy pop music with sly lyrics comes from inside, where it's cold enough for the workers to wear parkas and ice skates.

The workers make graceful looping designs as they skate the food to the customers - ice cream in very distinct flavors: "Sailor Mercury" (blueberry with a hint of blackberry), "Sailor Mars" (strawberry and cherry, quite strong), "Sailor Jupiter" (mostly a mix of mints with a touch of watermelon), "Sailor Venus" (peach and mango), and even "Sailor Moon" (rainbow sherbet).

There's a second, personal igloo nearby. There, just outside its entrance, Mizuno Ami is relaxing on the beach. She deserves it. She reclines lazily on a low chair, book in hand, with a small basket of sandwiches nearby and even a tropical fruit drink right within her grasp.

A small crowd vies for the sunbather's attention, admiring her swimsuit (a modest but stylish one-piece), inviting her to join a game, showing off their own efforts, or offering ice cream. All in all? Perfect.]

[So... where's this dream? This new dreamscape, this new part of the passing world?
It's... inside a building. A cafe, to be exact. Well, a cafe/gym from the Unovian city of Striaton, to be really REALLY exact. It looks as if it's just been closed for the night - the lights are dimmed, and there's barely any workers around. And sitting at one of the tables, resting with his lone Pansage, is one of the three gym leaders. Cilan. His head lowered, he seems to be thinking. And waiting for somebody. He's even got some food out. And the magical thing? It's your favorite meal ever. Lucky guess, huh?
Could that person be you?
...........Well, no. This is his dream - he's waiting for a certain someone, who he's nearly sure will come back for him. Who nobody else ever wants to see again except for him, his brothers and Interpol too. What a weirdo. Not like you know that, though.
But he's willing to speak to you, too! Otherwise this would be a failpost, amirite? So as he sees *YOUR CHARACTER*, he stands and comes to them. Real quick.]
Ah... welcome?

Ignore this!!