Seira scowled at the racks of dresses and gowns, arms wrapped around herself. She knew she'd have to find one that didn't make her look completely ridiculous, she couldn't wear her usual clothes to a formal affair no matter how good she looked in them. She was a girl and needed to wear a dress for this.

She didn't hate dresses, not really, but they didn't always fit or flatter her and if there was a fight it would very quickly get ripped and ruined.

"Lets get this over with." She grumbled, glancing at the person she'd come in to this potential hellhole with. Two pairs of eyes were better than one, and maybe a second opinion would find something that didn't look like a cross dresser or costume.

[OOC: Feel free to suddenly bring in a dinosaur or seven to interrupt this potential trainwreck.]

Tseng smiled thinly as he watched the surprisingly large group gathered in one of Shin-Ra's ballrooms, he'd never realized quite how many people considered him family whether they were actually related or not. There was a smattering of brothers and sisters along with their kids, people he couldn't remember seeing but were somehow actually related to him and had come to congratulate him. Turks were there, of course, new ones who were just beginning to learn how to tie their ties and old ones who'd retired before his time.

He'd given a speech; speaking of loyalty and camaraderie, that they'd only need to call and he'd put his tie back on and be out the door for them. Once a Turk, always a Turk and he'd never abandon them or the tiny group of relatives he'd recently been informed of still having.

He knew he should talk to them, approach them and say something but he didn't know a thing about any of them these days. Family had been the company for nearly twenty years now, and while blood was thicker than water he'd shed an awful lot of it alongside the Turks.

It was awkward.

[OOC: Tseng's dreaming of his retirement party, and there's newly discovered family in attendance.]

[This is a child's dream, or so it seems. The age of the child is difficult to determine, but he must be younger than ten. His hair is pale silver, his eyes bright green. The dream flickers from scene to scene, the mood shifting from quiet to cheerful to unsettling.]

☄01

In the middle of a gray room, he is kneeling on the floor, in the course of solving a complicated three dimensional puzzle. There are thousands of pieces, but as complex as the design is, Sephiroth snaps the pieces into place quickly, one after another, the puzzle steadily rising like a tower before him. It has a somewhat organic shape, twisting and branching as it rises, and it is difficult to say what its final shape will be, if not something abstract. Whatever it is, Sephiroth seems completely absorbed in building it.

☄02

It's a sunny day.

The greenery of the open countryside surrounds him, and Sephiroth is alone, wielding a practice sword, swinging it at tree branches. There is no other person, or even so much as a man-made structure, in sight. In spite of his youth, Sephiroth is inhumanly swift and well-coordinated. Humans can't jump so high or so far. There's a certain playfulness to his actions as he leaps and swings his weapon, felling leaves and branches, but there is precision, too, and strength, and the game has an undercurrent of gravity. He's playing, but he's training.

☄03

The scene changes, and again, he is alone. Every scene begins with him alone. This, however, is different than the gray room and the green countryside. There should certainly be people here: he finds himself in the middle of downtown Midgar, tall buildings rising on either side of him. It is nearing twilight, and the streetlights and electric signs are lit, but the streets themselves are deserted. Where has everyone gone?

Sephiroth doesn't know, but he can hear a noise in the distance. At first, it sounds like the voices of a crowd reduced to a murmur by the space separating him from it. There's music, too, a band playing, and marching. A parade? That might explain the absence of people here. Maybe they're all at the parade. He hurries toward the sound, but as he grows nearer, the marching becomes an ominous rumble, and the murmur of the parade-goers changes, rising into a cheer. But the tone of their voices is so high pitched, almost alarmed.

It sounds like screaming. His eyes widen.

He quickens his pace further, trying to reach the crowd, but no matter how fast he goes, the parade remains ahead of him, always just out of sight. And are the people cheering or screaming, or both?


[[OOC: December event! This dream is family-themed. Sephiroth, who never truly had a family, and who finds himself alone in the current time, is feeling a lack of connection with others and dreaming of himself as a child. Those who make their way into the dream will feel a pull toward believing themselves related to Sephiroth in some way (and the belief will be mutual), but the nature of the relationship or whether one resists the pull is up to the player. Feel free to enter any of the scenes.

Replies will come from pinnaculum.]]

Do you remember, way back when you were born? The look of elation on your mother's face as you opened your eyes for the very first time? Do you remember the first words she spoke to you, and the name she bestowed, to be forever known? Of course not. You didn't have the capacity to remember. You didn't know how to remember at the time, and the moment is lost.

This is when you get that second chance.

Instead of crying in elation, there's sorrow. From both of them. They're leaning over you, trying to talk to you but it's just hopeless. You won't respond. You won't be able to tell them that you're okay, that you see them, that you hear them but you just can't do anything. And that makes everyone sadder, to see the life you once held lost.

But he's trying to reach out. Rest a hand on her shoulder, or speak her name. His body won't react, the words stuck in his throat. And for a place with such humid climates, it's so cold. He's staring at her with those tinged green eyes, mentally telling her that he didn't want to go yet. That he loves her, that he still wants to grow old with the two of them.

They leave him, on the bed, in the tiny little hut. They just don't have the heart to cover up the body of their son.

But he's still alive.

[ooc: Just a little note that the baby part is the mun's attempt at being all poetic ffff. He's normal-aged, and once people arrive on in, he'll be able to move somewhat normally.]

[She had to stop reading the fantasy novels before bed because now she was a mermaid in her dreams. She blinked at the water around her, a bit unbelieving that she was breathing and see the clear blue all around her. Much of the oceans in Gaia were hardly this clear. But it was also her dream so it could be whatever she wanted. She looked down at herself, the blue tail and extra appendage coming from behind. It was a stinger, it looked like. Her fingers were webbed with a clear membrane and her ribs and breasts were both gills and scales.

She moved about, even surfacing to look at the world around her, her red hair slicked back. She sighed and shook her head.]

My oh my...

[[OOC: November evented! Her mermaid form looks like this and shush, Miri, I like this picture. :| Let me know if you want her above water or below]]

The first thing that hits you once you step into this dream scape is the sun shining almost directly into your eye. But, once the glare settles, the sight to behold is nothing other than a high school decorated very brightly with food and game booths, students in costumes, balloons and the chatter of happy folks that wander around the school grounds.

Welcome to Juuban High School's Cultural Festival.

If the main courtyard doesn't suit your fancy, the inside of the school has even more choices to choose from. There are classes that are designed for cafes with all sorts of different foods. Some have been shaped to be haunted houses -- others have fortune telling booths or perhaps they're displaying and selling different knick knacks the class has voted to sell.

In the stage area there are different performances every hour; the theater club is performing the play they've been working real hard on. There may be a fashion show from the fashion club and the music club might be putting on a concert for the student body!

... but might you be wondering where the dreamer of this elaborate setting is?

Usagi Tsukino is in her school uniform. She's partaking in the festivities as a member of the festival commitie as the red arm band around her left arm states. She's running around the festival helping out with different classes and booths by making sure everything is going as smoothly as it can... fact of the matter is that she's all over the school doing what she can.

Where ever you find her, she's sporting a large pair of bunny ears which also has a small sign promoting her class and their store. (Hey, she has to support her class somehow.)

(ooc: A not!event'd Usagi and her dream. If you feel like having an october event'd character comment, I'm totally down with that. Other wise, have fun! \o\)

[It begins with a simple gray metallic room. The place where most of the fun the man had managed to have with the two people whom actually cared about him as a person and not as a weapon nor as a science specimen, had taken place. Also the place where everything had begun to go downhill actually. That last spar, the wound Genesis received during it... was it any wonder then that the dream begins there? But then considering the state his mind is currently in and the fact that his current strongest memories concern themselves with a certain trio of men and one blond, perhaps its only natural the sleeping mind chooses to go to something which is positive and possibly enjoyable rather than inflicting the pain of guilt, regret and possible shame that other later memories have a tendency of bringing.

The room is abruptly transformed into a different setting it would seem, the city of Junon to one side, the ocean to the other, as well as below. The man himself currently standing on the massive canon that the city holds as a mighty threat and defense looks as he once did, back in that iconic uniform and possessing that lengthy fall of silver-white hair once more, both down his back and front, the bangs falling long to rest against his upper chest. There are a few things the dream doesn't change though, the obvious aging he's done since he's been in this setting... and the inhuman eyes, pupils narrowed against the glare of the sun and still holding faint traces of that fading insanity he's still working to overcome.

Learning to live in the present, in a world which despises him is no easy task. Neither is attempting to actually learn just what is considered normal and live by it. At least he's not doing it alone. Sephiroth lets his gaze fall to the water, seemingly content to remain there in silence. The silence doesn't last for long however, in as if thinking even briefly of the redhead, and the man's usual actions when he stood where he currently did, he'd summoned a figment of him into this dream.

Genesis's voice filled the air with the usual poem, but perhaps his mood or some other little thing decided on the verse as it wasn't the same verse which had been delivered during that last unfortunate meeting of theirs. It's rather fitting though in his opinion, regardless of why it was given instead of the other.]

My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow