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28th-Sep-2011 05:42 pm - 001 | feel it in my bones |
[ The dream tonight is certainly a different one. It's not a glorious city or even a lake. It's a government building of sorts, with people walking from one place to another. A man is standing next to the main help desk, dressed in an ordinary suit but it's obvious he isn't ordinary. Just the look on his face and the way his eyes move back and forth.

If he's noticed you, then he certainly hasn't given much thought about it. ]
helpmeguideit: (connecting.)
[ 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?
17th-Sep-2011 02:31 pm - 005 | here without you |
[ Looks can be deceiving. You find yourself in a white room with a green anchor on the side next to the door. There's a magnifying glass in the middle of a table, with a few chairs beside it. The Doctor is standing in front of the magnifying glass, now with a green jacket instead of the tweed that everyone might be used to. His face is grim, hands in the pockets of the jacket, staring intently at the magnifying glass.

Beside the door are two buttons: Green Anchor and Red Waterfall. Despite being inside the Green Anchor room, it seems as if you have a choice on where to go. ]



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2nd-Sep-2011 11:36 pm - ☇ First
[ Nothing seems (too) out of the ordinary at first within the dream.

Greeting whomever steps within the boundaries of the dream is the city of Paris. In the distance the Eiffel Tower can be seen along with other familiar landmarks. Faceless people make their way through the streets and through the shops, all completely unaware of the fact they weren't real or that they had company for that matter. However, the sky over head was not the familiar shade of blue that a normal person would be accustomed to. Instead, it had taken on the color of burnt orange, while the once-typically green grass was red and green leafed trees that dotted the side walks were now silver.

But again, not a single one of these faceless people noticed or even cared. They simply continued on about their business, speaking in a variety of different languages. Some were familiar ones that originated from Earth while others were alien. Very alien.

And seated at a table behind a fence of a cafe was a woman with blond hair and wearing a high collared blue blouse with an ankle-length black skirt and short heeled boots to match. Hanging from her neck was a medallion with an engraved symbol upon it as well as a necklace where a strange looking key dangled from. Sipping her tea Romana glances up over the rim of her cup, her left eyebrow arching up slowly, as she sets down what looks like a newspaper. A newspaper with text written in not only another language, but it also seemed to be moving, ever changing.

It's fairly obvious that even in sleep her mind is always moving and thinking. Not very healthy, really. ]


I admit I wasn't expecting company.
31st-Aug-2011 09:50 pm - First Entry
[Who ever said a dream had to be restful? Someone boring, probably. Certainly not any self respecting doctor of archaeology. At least not one answering to the name of River Song. And for fortunately anyone entering this specific dream hoping for adventure, that's exactly what she answered to.

The people who didn't would still have to run from a giant rolling boulder--classics were classics--and might have to deal with getting a little lost in the alien temple, too. They'd just enjoy it less.

At the center of the temple (deceptively close to the starting point, as dreams often were) sits River sprawled atop something that might look suspiciously like a certain ark, sipping from a golden goblet and laughing at a joke just missed. Or a joke all her own, given there's no one else in the room.]


You're late.
28th-Aug-2011 01:22 am - 004 | save the last dance |
[ Dreams can take different shapes and forms for different reasons. When it comes to the Doctor? They don't necessarily need to make sense. That is probably why you find yourself pushing open the doors to a dance hall, which is remarkably bigger on the inside. The dance floor is huge, with several tables spread around it for people to sit at, and a live band playing at the very back of the room. They are playing a variety of the music from the times, as well as a few modern songs that seem to fit the time period of the 1940s. There is even a bar tucked away in the corner.

Of course though, perhaps what the main attraction is, is the man leaning against a blue police box (sans the red banners), top hat and a cane all in one go. He turns and looks up at you as you walk in, a smile eventually gracing his face. ]


You're late.
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