Ignore this!!

[What a truly fascinating place this was! Sin had been trying to investigate it as much as possible, flitting between dream worlds and conversing with the dreamers until he discovered that it seemed to be just one big shared space for dreamers. A space he wasn't entirely in control of but he was a Spirit of Dreams, he could still weave his own. Yes, he would try to fabricate his own space for others to visit now and see who he would lure in. Perhaps an illusion of Agkelos, the legendary flying city from his world? Why not?

The Spirit set about manipulating his immediate environment to suit himself. What was just a plain and unremarkable city was now a place filled with beautiful white buildings that seemed to glow softly as the light in the sky dimmed. The stars began to come out as the night came, the buildings shining ever brighter. And at the highest point of the city was a great palace, stained glass gleaming like rainbows from the white stone, topped with golden domes.

On the outskirts of the city, the bare grassy plains were filled with white flowers that seemed to spread like a carpet to the far reaches of the ghostly continent. As the flowers bloomed and spread their white petals, tiny beads of light floated into the air, fading a short distance away from the flower they came from. The Prism Flowers looked gorgeous against the midnight sky and only highlighted the splendour of the city behind them.

Dreamers would find no people here however. The place was empty and silent, but beautiful. A place to reflect and explore alone. The further they travelled, the more beauty they would find. And if they wanted to speak with him, Sin would be waiting, observing the travellers as they moved and found one another.]

(OOC: Feel free to have your characters bump into each other here, come here of their own will and take a nice stroll together, poke Sin. Whatever you like! X3 )

It's a lovely day at the local park. People are nibbling at ice cream, children are running and laughing, it could be any park anywhere though the people, the kana on a few signs, and the cityscape suggest Japan; specifically, Tokyo.

The smooth lake with its water lilies is the current escape of many couples drifting along in small boats, typically rowed by the men while the women enjoy the pleasant ride. One such boat holds a blue-haired girl in a short-skirted uniform and tall boots. The man with her just doesn't seem distinct right now; a glint of gold perhaps, maybe a hint of clothes that could belong to a businessman. They smile and take pleasure in the simple outing, but it seems forced, like neither is truly involved in the moment.

It all changes in an instant when someone screams. Dark shadows invade everywhere. The man and Mercury exchange a look, and he teleports to the shore, revealing a sword sheathed at his hip and a stiff uniform of his own. She runs across the surface of the water. Both head towards the creatures rapidly making the populace fall to the ground. They fight the clouds of black shadows.

This, this way of spending time together seems much improved as they turn and step, their swords - his a sturdy metal, hers as translucent as ice - making a brief and pitiless end for many of the lemures, the manifestations of the dead and nightmares. They fight back to back briefly, and they both seem to thrill to it. Ami's so-called normal afternoon is over, but Mercury seems far more engaged and almost relieved. This suits her better. This suits them better.

(ooc: help out, play a victim, play a hero, anything!)

[The stage is set. What stage? The stage in a club/pub thingie, where bands like Sex Bob-Omb would have played in Toronto. Scott's standing out on said stage by himself, his head bowed, and the most awesome bass guitar in existance in his hands. Oddly enough, he was alone to play, no band or anything.]
Uh, hey! We're Sex Bob-omb -- well, I am, and we're here to play for all our fans! And if you're one of the new guys? Well, I hope you like my show. And stuff.
[Scott knew he could do this, even if he never wanted to see the rest of the band again. And he could do it well. His fingers started to strum at the strings of his bass guitar, and music started to pour out. Visually. Like, the whole notes and stuff? Coming on out. And it wasn't just bass -- the music was full, like everything was being played! The singing was all Scott, but who cares about small details like that.

As for the songs? Well... here, here and here. (If you can't tell, I suck at choosing music.)

And as he finishes up? He jumps off of the stage -- throwing his bass to the side -- and into the crowd. Hopefully, you're one of the people there! Scott himself is unaware he's asleep right now -- he fell to sleep on the job. Again.]

[New York City is all around him, a mixture of loud noise and constant movement. He's standing in the middle of the sidewalk, holding a piece of paper and scanning the crowd.

And there she is.]

Kate! [He starts running after her, pushing people aside as he goes.] Kate, wait!

[He runs faster and faster, following her through the streets, darting into alleys and making sharp turns but he can never quite reach her, no matter how fast he goes.

His lungs are burning, his legs ache but he keeps moving, taking another quick turn and nearly crashing into a brick wall.

A wall. A wall with no other exits in immediate view and too high to climb.]

...Kate?

[He looks around, expression momentarily helpless.]

[Welcome to the beach. A beach with a clear, beautiful ocean and white sand. The kind of beach one might expect in pictures of a vacation resort. In the distance behind it is stands a grand city, her home and legacy. But the sun does not shine upon the beach. Night has taken over and the stars above are free to shine without a cloud to hinder them. Anyone who gazes up at the night sky might find another smaller and oddly shaped moon alongside it.

Seth is there, walking into the water until it reaches her knees. After which she proceeds to walk around in that depth with a faint smile on her face. Unlike most who’d go to the beach in a swimsuit she’s doing this in one of her short dresses. It is just water. No reason to fret over if it gets wet. After all who is going to care about a little wet clothing? ]

[You open the door and step inside, and inside is a white ball of healing light.

No. It's actually just a really white and desolate looking room. In the center, Elle is sitting in a chair, with a bunch of IVs and medical equipment attached to her.

It's a familiar scene, one that happened over and over again in her childhood, though the details are mostly fuzzy.

She pulls at the restraints keeping her tied to the chair, her hands crackling with electricity.]

I swear if you don't let me go I'm going to so kill you!