[ The Doctor simply nods to the dreamer as they find themselves in The TARDIS console room. He's flying around the console, as par usual, hitting random things and random dials. Sitting on his head is a cowboy hat. Somehow, it just works with the bowtie, suspenders and green coat. Don't ask. ]

Right then! I've got a special treat in mind. [ He turns away from the console, facing the dreamer with a smile on his face. He crosses his arms over his chest. ] I've got the TARDIS set up to land on one day of the year - any year - any place in any year! One special day. It comes around every year but it's the day that almost everyone looks forward to. All I have to do is hit the randomize blinker and we're off!

Call it a present! You'll understand when we land.


(( ooc: non-event post for December! The Doctor is taking your characters to a place they've never been before on December 24th--Christmas Eve! Just head on over to the R.N.G. and leave the number you picked somewhere in your post. The numbers are from 1-5. It can be brackets, subject header, whatever~ but you won't know where your character is going until they do! ALSO: This is a canon update post to post-Closing Time (6.11). The Doctor is off on his round about last tour before he heads to his death. Hence the present to you all. ))

The landscape appears to be the grounds near his house, though with the fog and dark sky it may not seem too different for those who had visited him in the place. It does seem as though he is mentally trying to hide everything. Any visitors would approach from a side that has a garden. The flowers in it seem wilted, unattended to. He's standing further in the fog, though. And if they keep moving forward, they might notice a shadowy figure standing beside a tall wheelchair in the distance. There's a general chillness in the air, and it might seem slightly unwelcoming to people. Not the warmth that one might expect when visiting and speaking with Charles Xavier.

Beyond the fog, Charles is standing there. And it might be surprising but it is not his home. There is a beach. There's a crashed sub and jet there. There's still extra sets of footsteps in the sand, but he is certainly alone. Charles has a hand placed gently on the wheelchair he is standing next to. Despite the chillness in the air, and the strong sense of security, Charles' expression is caring, and even genuine, when he turns to face the visitor. He doesn't say anything, just nods, then turns to look back out at the water of the beach.

[ OOC; It's been awhile, guys! I'm back, it seems. And Charles has been updated to post-canon. Also, you're welcome to action if you'd prefer that to prose. ]

[ Within this dream it all starts with a corridor. While dimly lit it isn't impossible for one to make there way through it. It branches off to other hallways and paths, all in which are sporadically interrupted by openings in the wall. Each opening displayed something different: different views of a world that were just inches away from where they stood. But should anyone try to go through they would be stopped by glass. It was meant only to be seen, not ventured to.

Now, no matter which way you go, all ways eventually gather together in the same place in the end. In this place was a room with walls lined with portals. More views were seen beyond the glass but they were all of the same planet, merely different time streams. Different variations of the same world.

Standing there with her back to you, Romana was staring into one of these portals. The view would shift every few minutes to show something new. Different parts of a Gallifrey that was not her own that she had visited with faces both familiar and new flashing by beyond the glass. Her expression went unseen to the one entering this place, although she was not unaware that she was no longer alone here within the Axis her mind had recreated in this dream. The tone of her voice sounded tired but it betrayed little else of what she was thinking when she spoke up. ]

Can I help you?

[ ooc: Right off from the audio "Reborn", the Axis is a place taken out of time in her world that is a connecting point for all of the different time-streams in relation to the planet Gallifrey. ]

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\)

[ The room that you could step into is one of many in the CIA installment that he has been spending time in. It is surrounded by several pieces of equipment. Charles is standing in the center, looking around and examining Cerebro. He moves his fingers over the headpiece, feeling it carefully.

His tone is peaceful and friendly, and he turns to look over his shoulder at whoever approaches. He walks towards the entrance and offers a smile and a nod, looking back at the work. ]

Quite an amazing piece work, isn't it?

[ the patterned silk cast shadows over the large cloth tent Riku sat in. he frowned as he watched the shadows of the dancers outside twist and stretch over the material, letting light and darkness settle over the cotton that lay beneath him and the stuffed pillows strewn about.

he'd had this dream--what, three times?

he glowered at the entrance to the tent, the flap blowing lightly in the breeze. then, his gaze flickered downwards, to the crystal ball atop the table before him. he knew there was really no point in trying to get up and leave. his ankle was already tethered to the bottom of the ball, like he was a prisoner in a cartoon. and, like the last three times, he was in costume, too, an orange tunic on his back with patterned pants tied about his waist, a shawl covering most of his body afterwards. ]

This is ridiculous.

[ what did recurring dreams mean? recurring problems?

ugh, he couldn't even remember, anymore. his mind hurt too much from the folksy songs the gypsies outside were singing and from the differed timelines each one of their steps took.

the dream always ended when he gave a guy his fortune. fine. he'd just wait until that moment came. ]

[ ooc: permissions post yet again! ]

The clouds hang long and heavy in the sky, a deep gun-metal grey that shrouded everything below in ominous shadows. Rain poured steadily, making a mire of the ground. There was nothing but grey and murky brown as far as the eye could see: dull, lifeless brick buildings, rusted fence reaching skyward topped with aged razor wire, not a soul in sight. Moving along the sole path that presents itself, a peculiar smell barely masked by the rain became detectable. The putrid scent of spoiled meat and other foods left out to rot. It all made sense one the path turned.

( This paragraph is cut for some potentially gross imagery. )

The change from the drab, grey world is almost blinding. Inside everything is bright and crisp white and the scent of cleaning agents give it a sterile smell, much like a hospital... or a morgue. In fact, that's exactly what this room looks like with it's cold examination table and the myriad of sharp, glinting tools resting on trays and dangling from walls. There's even a suspicious drain on the floor to wash away unsightly fluids. The silence is broken by the crackling din of a cheery tune playing from some unseen record player. It almost seems out of place after everything outside and the quiet menace that fills the room.

A window above gave a brief glimpse of shadowy figures in the unseen observation theatre. They're the only sign of life save for the man sitting, back turned, on the exam table. Like the bodies outside, Erik's dressed in the rags he recalls so clearly from his childhood. Erik's accustomed to this dream, though. He's spent years with the exaggerated memories and fears of childhood creeping around his jagged, broken mind and mingling with his subconscious. But, it's so familiar, he immediately noticed an intruding presence. Without looking over his shoulder, he simply said, "You should not be here."

It's been a pleasant day, Mizuno Ami's birthday, and the summer heat has gentled to a cool autumn evening. As night falls, a golden sun sinks into the sea and the water shimmers in its fading light as a luxurious cruise ship makes its unhurried way down the Sumida River.

Onboard the ship, humanoid robots dressed in tuxedos serve the guests (also robots), carrying drink trays and food trays heaped with delicious-smelling delicacies. The background conversations do nothing to compete with the classical music provided by a robot pianist.

In fact, it will take awhile to find the single human that seems to be here: Mizuno Ami seated at the head of a banquet table with, of course, more automatons. She chatters with them, vibrant and seemingly content to bask in this mechanical attention as they exclaim over the tiny details from the crystal goblets to the vases of blue sweet-pea flowers. It's never real.

Ami looks up and a sudden deafening hush falls over the room as all heads turn in unison the moment someone new enters.

(ooc: not necessarily themed, HOWEVER, people are free to turn it into a nightmare or PM to plot one if they'd like. The piano music is also composed by a machine, the famous program Emily Howell. The album is titled 'From Darkness, Light'.)