This is a waiting room inside a large hospital, comfortably furnished and provided with a mixture of medical journals and fashion magazines. After a reasonable wait, a bustling nurse calls out the appointments, everyone who arrives. "Doctor Mizuno will see you now."

Inside the doctor's office, bookshelves line every wall, packed with heavy textbooks. Doctor Mizuno, remarkably young for her title (youngest in her world, it's rumored) sits behind the sturdy desk with a quiet, self-satisfied smile. She's wanted to be in this place for so long; the thrill of finally achieving it hasn't worn off even in dreams. It's enough to make her smile in the faces of the people who think she's only here because of her mother's famous name, and go about showing them how wrong they are by her results.

"How are you feeling today?" she asks her patient.

Standing in the corner of the ball room, Dorothy is content to observe as the couples glide across the floor. She's been refusing offers to dance all night. Maybe she's simply gone to one too many of these events. Her strapless red dress fits her nicely, hugging her form in all the rights places, cut short above the knee. It would have made anyone else look like a harlot. On her, she's the very definition of restrained sin. She may be showing a lot physically but her eyes betray nothing. There's no intent to seduce in her expression.

She's looking off to the side when a hand is extended to her.

Another offer to dance.

She intends to refuse it like all the others but then a new song replaces the lazy rhythm of the last. There's something about this new beat that awakens an overwhelming compulsion to move.

One dance couldn't hurt, could it?

"I hope you're well aware of what you're getting into by issuing that offer."

[ooc: Feel free to answer in the bracketed style since I'll probably mess up if we keep it straight third person prose. And yes, she will dance with girls. She's the sort to court scandal like that. Enraging aristocrats is fun. Or you can genderflip your character if you want. ;D To make things interesting, the song ends in 20 combined comments per thread. Please address this IC-ly. New song? Separate ways? Up to you! You can persist after the song ends (more than 20 comments) if you wish but just address that this particular first dance is over.]

[Vaguely aware in the back of his mind that this was a dream, Quatre R. Winner didn't feel like questioning the fact that he was on a pirate ship being manned by the Maganac Corps on a relatively peaceful, sunny day on the ocean. Nor was he about to question the table he was seated upon on deck while he sipped a truly perfected cup of earl grey tea.

Relaxed as it was, he wasn't sure what turn it would take next. As captain of the ship, he might have been tempted to make rounds, but he knew everything was as organized as it could be already. A plate or two with food piled atop from fruits to meats served as paperweights for the map spread out on the table...and when one of the crew had a moment, pieces from those piles often disappeared.

This was what happened when you fell asleep with the tv on in the background, he supposed.]

For anyone wandering into this dream they would find simple countryside, dirt roads passing through rice patties and wooded areas, the surroundings hazy and implied but coming into more distinct clarity the closer they came to a small house. The weather was chilly, the wind bringing a bit of a bite when it came through the trees now and then, taking leaves with it on each gust.

Tomoe was cleaning, a simple broom in hand as she swept in front of the small house. Her expression, as always, was markedly blank, at least for anyone who wasn't used to her. In truth there was a faint note of unease in her frame and the way her brows were subtly drawing now and then as she worked--but the list of those who would pick up on that were few and far between. She had misplaced something. Forgotten something. She was well aware of it, but no matter how hard she thought on it or looked she could not find it. She couldn't even remember what she was looking for, only that 'it' was missing.

It was then that she noticed someone approaching and moved carefully to the path leading up to the house, watching the newcomer owlishly. They certainly didn't look like they had traveled from Otsu.

"Are you looking for the medicine seller...?"



[ooc; ( Cut for tl;dr weirdness explanation )

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[Dee, after much frustration, decided that it was no use trying to break out of the cage she was trapped in. She layed down and tried to get some rest....

She was in a familiar place. Not the most familiar, she had never had this dream before,. In the back f her mind it was place that felt very very familiar. She was by the ocean. The waves were sloshing against her feet as she walked across the beach. She thought she saw a boat in the distance, but the cove seemed to be completely empty. There were dark clouds hovering over one place in the water. She looked up at and saw the moon. It stared at her. Grinning still, closer than she remembered it before, but not too close.]

What a curious place...

[She walked across the beach, the sand melting into her feet. Was she near the Zora? Or the Pirates? It was possible. Though this didn't look like how she remembered the Cove when she visited in the past. But the shells were there, she smiled and started to pick them up, examining each one. Maybe this was what she was suppose to do?]

Ignore this!!