paradisalost | Dec. 24th, 2010

Dec. 24th, 2010

eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com

Who: Roy Harper and loved ones.
What, When, Where: Christmas Eve at Titan's Tower. A sappy, very sappy, dream. Friends and family welcome.

( While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads... )

paradisamods

[Have you had your fun romping around in the coconut snow? Maybe you decided to go swimming in the fruit juice stream? Or maybe you just settled down in a gingerbread house for the time being. There doesn't seem to be any exit out of this place, but hey, at least there's food and drinks, right?

However, you're probably getting tired of all the sugar ... if you haven't gotten a stomachache already, you can consider yourself lucky.

Regardless of how much you ate, though, you are starting to feel a little sleepy. Maybe laying down would be a good idea ...]

[ooc: No sections, this is just a last chance to play around in Candyland, as well as a reaction post for falling asleep. After this post, you guys are welcome to start posting up your dream posts for people to tag into. Have fun!]

tehoniongirl.livejournal.com

[There’s a sizeable crowd in O’Leary’s, even if it is Christmas. Bright strings of colored light have been strung along the walls and the music, spilling from the rag-tag band on the stage, is a series of upbeat Irish reels interspersed with Christmas carols.

The roof is also missing. Large, lazy flakes of snow tumble down into the bar, sticking to hair and melting on cheeks, though it doesn’t feel cold.

Jilly, face flushed from dancing, weaves her way from in front of the stage to drop down at a booth where her coffee is waiting for her, along with a friend or two…

The faces seem to change every few minutes… Wendy… Joe Crazy Dog… Sophie… Christy… and maybe those from the castle. It’s strange, but not enough to jostle her from the calm, contentment of a happy dream. It’s Christmas. She’s in Newford. And she’s with the people she loves.

That’s enough.

Taking a deep drink from her mug, she gasps, laughing as she pulls it away quickly] Gah! That’s hotter than I thought it would be…

[very, very, very open. Merry Christmas Eve, Para]

f-ck-your-fish.livejournal.com

[spending a couple days as a doll had its merits, it really did - mostly the blessed oblivion and missing out on all the madness. but the best merit was that somehow, she found herself in McGinty's.

She'd only been there twice, but she knew it so well, it seemed - the careworn bar and stools, the little secret back room. The smell of Mexican food wafted in from that little door, along with the sounds of a pinball machine that'd seen better days. she was sitting at the bar, nursing an appletini, and she could hear voices drifting out from inside --

"Hey, Murph, you gonna fuck around all day or you gonna help me carry this shit out there so we don't all starve to death?"

"Oi, I'm not your fuckin' slave, Rome, do it yerself! 'Sides, it's th' Lord's birthday, m'inclined to play him a couple games before we get down t' business..."

"Both of you ladies just shut it, wouldja? The boys're gonna be here soon, an' Doc's sure as hell not settin' the tables all by himself..."

Eunice smiled. It had been too long since she'd heard those thick Irish accents - far, far too long. The door swung open, as two more men invited themselves in from the Boston chill, bringing a blast of icy air with them and a swirl of snow.

"Jesus, it's feckin' cold out there -- Dolly, close that goddamn pneumonia hole 'fore I freeze my nuts off. ... Hey, Eunice. Where's Smeckah at?"

Suddenly, it was all she could do to keep the tears from her eyes.]

Hey, boys.

[it wasn't Georgia, but somehow, it felt more like home than she'd ever thought it could.]

((OOC: Open for Smecker, and any other friends who want to wander into an Irish pub with a handful of vigilantes for Christmas...))

custodismundi.livejournal.com

[Christmas in the Vatican, Rome, in 3065 A.D. is something rather pretty...! the palazzo spada is decorated lavishly for the occasion; everything is coated with a few inches of snow -- the perfect sort for making snowballs and snowmen and snowangels and other various snow creations. you know the kind -- not too fluffy, not too slushy... just right for packing.

in fact...]

--Ha ha! Is that all you've got?! You'll have to try harder, Miss Sfooor~zaaa...

[the taunting cry rings out toward a small blonde girl with familiar blonde curls, right before... Abel takes a snowball directly to the face.

he's stuck with his mouth still open, squinting with one eye closed as she giggles adorably, face flushed pink from the cold and running about chasing her derp knight. despite it making little sense for the timeline of Abel's memories -- some of them not yet assembled into service, and others dearly departed in this day and age -- the entirety of the AX is milling around in the courtyard along with them, talking amongst themselves and laughing merrily... (getting wasted and hitting on Sister Noelle, in the case of one Leon Garcia-- or blank-faced-ly building the most aerial efficient snowballs for Caterina, in the case of Tres.)

there are some other faces here, too; seated on a bench is a familiar blonde-haired doppelganger with an arm slung around his younger, dark-haired sister's shoulders, leaning over on her and trying to squish snow discreetly down her back... which, she'll inevitably kick him in the family jewels for, but doesn't deter him in the least.

and... if you look close enough...

you might spot the redhaired woman looking on with a distinctly fond, ever serene smile... ring back on her finger where it would always rightfully belong in Abel's private world. the priest catches her gaze, for a moment... and steals a little smile in return, undeniably contented and affectionate--

...before he takes another snowball to the face.]

...That was a dirty shot, Caterina--! I'll get you back for that!!

[he bends enthusiastically, beginning to pack another snowball as she squeaks and runs for cover. ...care to join him in pelting snowballs at cute girls in the Vatican courtyard? or... join cute girls in pelting him instead? :33]

compete.livejournal.com

[ BAM. it's a food court in some rural town. there's two teens walking up to a group of bros and a dude in a bear suit.... snacks and bro-ing all around. like they are one big happy famiry.... mmyais ]

Wow, Yosuke. I never new the meat lover's combo would stick around this long!

It's the most popular thing on the menu! We sell twice as much of it as everything else combined, probably thanks to you.

Yeah, well.. I'm not complaining! [ laughing as she takes a bite out of her many steak skewerssss ] Oh, wait! Did we get enough drinks for everyone? One look at the menu and I totally forgot what we were supposed to buy in the first place..!

[ ooc: dream hijacking is coo' and puh-for dudes! GO TAG YOURSELVES INNNNN ]

dontpatr0nizeme

[Christmas. At Sidewinder. Wonderful.

Well, at least it'll be a white Christmas, as they're on the ice planet. And some people have somehow managed to set up decorations for the usual festivities. Not exactly surprising, except for the whole being on a remote planet aspect.

Washington isn't exactly the holiday type as it is, and he's doing his best to ignore the majority of the holiday "fun" that the others might be having, especially things like the damn mistletoe. Now he''s hiding in the corner of the room to try to stay unnoticed with a cup of punch that he's fairly sure someone spiked.]

((OOC: Dream is free for crashing, especially by castmates and joint with Maine at least.))

dubtalia.livejournal.com

[If one were to explore in Italy's dream at some point, they will find themselves in a strange time period. A mansion was standing right in front of them. It would looked like it belonged to someone who was very rich and powerful. A man's voice was then heard from there. "Go outside and fetch me some water! Hurry up!" he ordered. A girl then came dashed out from the front door the building.

This girl was very young and small. She was about seven apples tall. This round, chubby-faced child had a green dress on with a frilly apron around it and a white handkerchief around her head. Her hair was short, auburn and had a distinctive hair curl on the side of her head. In her hand right now, was a small broom.

The girl looked around before going left to find that bucket. Care to follow this small maiden?]

whatialways_do

[If you're dream crashing this particular transgenic's dream, you're going to find yourself in a very snowy Seattle in a place called Terminal City, with little kids everywhere. They're organizing themselves, hiding behind the various structures that make up their home, and they're having snowball fight.

But this isn't just any snowball fight. This is a snowball fight organized by kids who studied battle plans on a daily basis, so this is a snowball fight intending to seek and destroy. If you're going to join them, pick a side and pick it fast. Max is red team and Alec is the blue. It's advisable to be picking red. Just saying.

If snowball fighting isn't you're thing, there's a giant tree that looked like it had been decorated by eight year-olds that creatively exploded over the whole thing -- because it has. There's a tall dog boy who's attaching the star to the top before he comes down to join in the fight -- because really, this isn't a home Christmas dream without Joshua. There's also a group of people gathered out of the range of the shrapnel, because they're the humans, so Logan, OC and Asha are available to be talked to, should you feel the urge]

Okay, Red Team. Let's move out.

[Totally crashable. Just prepare to be pummelled by snow if you do. =D]

☻ excited

too-fairytale.livejournal.com

[Amy dreams of the TARDIS, decorated for Christmas. There's tinsel and fairy lights wrapped around every available railing, and a brightly-lit tree next to the large viewscreen near the outer door. Beside the tree is a fireplace that rightly has no business being in the TARDIS instead of a house in Upper Leadworth; the mantle is hung with three stockings, one each for herself, Rory, and the Doctor. The gramophone bell on the console is somehow broadcasting Christmas carols.

Her boys are both sitting on the rug in front of the fireplace, which has a very cozy fire going, opening presents and bantering back and forth like the comfortable mates she always imagined they could be. The Doctor has got a Santa hat perched lopsidedly on his head. Rory is in a jumper and flannel pajama pants, happily munching on Christmas cookies--of course, he can eat here, he doesn't have to be left out. And he's wearing a wedding ring, just like she is--no awkwardness or uncertainty over their wedding here. They're just as they should be, Amy and Rory, two together against the universe, with the Doctor fitting easily in between them to make three.

Amy and her boys, together on the TARDIS. She feels such a strong sense of *home* that it almost hurts, and so right that she isn't even fazed by the group of geese she's just shooed away from the tea tray sat on the floor]

[ooc: open as open can be]

cloakand_danger

[In the halls of the normally austere and utilitarian base, there are no soldiers on patrol, no guard robots - just some garlands of holly and tinsel.

Until Yuan wanders through to the mess hall, which is full of the sounds and smells of a traditional Celsiyule party in full swing. The room is full of decorations, tables with food, and smiling, happy half-elves spending their holiday with their friends.]

[The first to greet him is his chief of security.] Well, look who's finally showed up to his own Celsiyule party!

...Lyon... [It's more than he could possibly hope that his subordinates are actually here for Christmas, but...it's good to see them again. And they are all here, he can see the others approaching.]

( Cut for length )

((ooc: Totally open! Come and visit Yuan's base in the holiday season~ NPCs are free to engage in conversation, if you can keep them talking - most will probably wander off after a little, since they're only dreams of people Yuan knows.))

queendramabitch.livejournal.com

[there is a very strange sort of dinner party being held in Lucy's head.

The setting is a comfortable sitting room, the one Lucy had shared with Harold Saxon in London, warmly decorated for Christmas. Saxon himself is seated on one side of the fireplace, the Fifth Doctor across from him, deep in the kind of conversation that only the oldest and best of enemies can hold. Adam Monroe, Inara Serra, and Peter Petrelli are sitting around the dinner table, Adam and Peter playing a game of chess while Inara watches. Peter Carlisle is discussing the crime novel genre with Mort Rainey. Emerson Jayne is standing alone but perusing a bookshelf with interest. And best of all, her two older brothers are sharing drinks with their father on the sofa, all three of them alive and well and happy.

Lucy sits in the middle of it all and feels a contentment she hasn't experienced in years, both at home and in Paradisa]

oftheforsaken.livejournal.com

[The eye is treated to a brilliant landscape of of warm colors and shades of purple, hundreds upon hundreds of healthy, beautiful trees as far as said eye could see.

The beholder has found themselves in a world full of magic and sun, a feeling of warmth filling their body as they walk about the expansive forests of Eversong, a great lush forest in a land you now know as Quel'thalas.

Whether you find yourself sitting in the plaza in front of the great city of Silvermoon, or or at the side of the brilliant rivers that run through the picturesque landscape, the crystal clear bodies of water that shimmer in the sunlight, or if you simply have seen fit to sit upon a rock to admire the view, spirits seem to be running high.

Elves are scattered about these lands in great supply, every one of them living in the moment of tranquility. They know no fear, no despair. They are allowed to enjoy themselves without any outside conflict or threat, though there a few visiting humans* that may see fit to share the bounty of the Quel'dorei's great work.

These are pleasant times, indeed.]

_{(ooc. HERE ARE GIANT REFERENCE IMAGES FOR THOSE WHO ARE CURIOUS.

* That is you! If you want your character to see the elves' beloved homeland pre-disastuh, go for it~ ♥ Add your tags in, doods.)}

flambage.livejournal.com

[We're on a boat! More specifically, in a spacious room under the deck, where there is somehow a fireplace to ward off the chill of the freezing weather and snow outside. There's a certain blond, goatee'd chef here carefully setting out boxes, each with a name of them to note which goes to who, and delicious smell of a home-cooked meal wafts from each and every one.

Logically, the girls have the biggest and most special ones, and a particular one, marked only with a Z, looks ready to fall apart, because screw that guy.]

Some of my best work to date!

Oi! I thought you prided yourself in being a chef. At least make it look edible!

Stop your whining and eat. It's the same food as everyone else, someone had to get the crappy box.

(ooc: On the Thousand Sunny (a pretty damn big boat), docked outside Winter Island or some other generic snow-themed place! All Strawhat Pirates encouraged, and anyone else that feels like some adventure also most welcome.)

honorinflames.livejournal.com

[there is no Christmas in Zuko's world but, somehow, elements of the holiday have crept in, mixing obliviously with the holidays he knows. The result is both peaceful, and impossible.
After the formal work of the morning--addressing the court, attending ceremonies and a festive meal--the royal family finally gets time to itself. The garden air is warm and mild, glittering decorations of red and gold string along the walls and hang from the trees. The distant war is temporarily forgotten, all strife locked far away outside the palace walls.

And Prince Zuko finds himself smiling. He's right where he should be-- with his people, his family. There's no scar to remind him; there's no Avatar to taunt him. Just a family, and a pond, and a few turtleducks wandering into the water as he crosses the garden.]

Are we going to open presents soon?

[the woman beside him, with a distinctly motherly smile, nudges him forward]
Go on, play for a little while. I don't know about you, but I need a rest after such a big meal.

[and then, a little girl at his other side tugs on his arm. Some part of his mind recognizes that she's much younger than she should be, but he doesn't mind] --Yeah! C'mon, Zuzu. Play with me.

I will, Azula. In a minute.

[he detaches her from his sleeve and she goes running at the ducks, scaring the rest of them into the water and laughing gleefully to herself while Zuko settles down on a stone bench near the pond. From here, he can see them all, all at once. It's a rare thing, to have them all together like this, without some awful undercurrent of tension. His mother chatting with his uncle, both keeping an eye on his sister at the water's edge. And, behind them, a darker and more impressive figure. The Fire Lord, his father... watching his family with the faintest hint of a content smile.

...Zuko can't help but hold his head high.]

((ooc: so super open to anyone. Merry Christmas, Paradisa!))

darkevangel.livejournal.com

[ It was Christmas, that most annoying of holidays....

The setting? A log cabin, with a fire blazing in the fireplace, a tray of warm cookies on the table, and three mugs of hot chocolate set out next to it it. There are, naturally, three people gathered around the table as well: a green-haired girl with robotic ears, a young British boy, and Evangeline. The boy seems to be pestering Evangeline... as usual. ]

Ugh, boya, I'm not cut out for this Christmas nonsense. [ Despite saying that, she takes a sip of her hot cocoa, before looking into the boy's eyes. ] Why are you here, anyway? Shouldn't you head home or something like that?

[ The boy gives an answer... and Evangeline blushes like no tomorrow. ] What do you mean, you'd rather spend Christmas with me? You're awfully cheeky for my student. [ It's not like that makes her happy, dammit. ]

W-Well, don't be expecting anything special. I don't really celebrate, you know.

...Chachamaru, don't tell him anything useless.

[ Is this really her ideal Christmas? Is this all a dream?

....Feel free to visit and make fun of her. ]

lawyerlarry.livejournal.com

Dad! Dad! Dad! Wake up!

[Larry is awoken by a small person jumping on him, and he groans as he plays along]

Someone needs to go on a diet. That's it. No more Christmas cookies, no more egg nog.

Da-aaaad! Come oooon! It's Christmas and it's snowing!

( OOC cut for long )

[this dream jumps around as dreams tend to do, and he spends the whole day with his son in snippets. Eventually everything fades and Larry is at a piano, in a living room that is presumed to be his. There's a Christmas tree with lights, stockings over the fireplace, and cookies nearby. All in all a warm and festive room.]

[Larry is playing Christmas tunes and smiling as he does. He's happy and he loves this, and someone random showing up won't stop him or embarrass him. He's in his element.]

[as he plays and sings...] I'll be home for Christmas, you can count on me. Please have snow and mistletoe, and presents on the tree...

[Second half is open! Feel free to have yours just "be there" or come knocking at his door! Possibility of Sam appearing is there. Also I have to go work for a few hours later so I won't be here for awhile.]

☻ happy

fiery-fist.livejournal.com

[There's a house that you can wander into, in Adell's dream, and inside is a Christmas party ready to happen. It's a strange-looking though.

There's a tree (neon pink, for some reason) decorated with strange decorations, most of them in the shape of four-leaf clovers. The star on top is painted black but still shines brightly, somehow. The presents underneath the tree are wrapped neatly but none of the colors match and the ribbons are not curled but in a sort of ziz-zag pattern.

There's a table next to the tree with a few bowls of candy filled to the brim and there's a small child, Adell himself, munching on some candy.

"Not too much now, or you'll get sick." A female voice, soft and kind, spoke and Adell smiles.

"I won't eat too much mommy!" His mother picks him up and holds him close. For some reason, her face is blurred out.

"Where's daddy?"

"He's just gone to get some firewood. He'll be back soon."

"Yay!"

This looks like a perfect family Christmas, but there's something else in this scene. A person, completely covered by darkness, is standing in the corrner and is currently going unnoticed by everyone. They're holding a sign with a large, white, question mark. Who are they? Nobody knows.]

[ooc: feel free to jump into this dream. Anyone, including the shadow person, can be interracted with but don't expect an answer from said shadow person]

ino

[Inside a small, Japanese style house, there are two people sitting on the floor of what appears to be a living room, amongst a small pile of gifts. Both have long, pretty blonde hair tied up in high ponytails, and the same peculiar, bright blue eyes. It's clear from both their looks and their behavior that this is a father and his daughter.

Both of them are laughing, occasionally sipping at their own cups of tea. Her father seems to be finishing regaling Ino with some sort of story. She's laughing and shaking her head.]

I can't believe you said that to the lord like that--!!

Sometimes it's better to be honest about these things. He would have never learned otherwise.

Yeah, yeah ... [she sighs, setting down her tea] Alright -- now it's your turn to open a gift! [she's fishing out a small gift from the pile sitting next to her and handing it over to him ...]

[ooc: Open for jumping, of course :) IF YOU EVER WANT TO MEET INO'S DAD, NOW'S THE TIME kfksdf. Tags will be a bit slow :(]

☻ nostalgic

raisedbyacat.livejournal.com

[It was a disorganized room, filled with books and equipment, but there was a sense of warmth and homeyness to it. Flay's workshop, the place that Vayne had spent most his time during school, the place where Vayne had made all his friends. This scene was no different from his daily life, yet these were the times he had felt best. Sulpher curled up on a chair, Pamela floating upstairs with the books, Roxis fussing over something, Jess about to throw a bunch of things into the culdron. These were the moments that Vayne treasured, even the accidents.]

I wonder what everyone is doing today Flay's been quiet, I'm a little worried.

[Sulpher pops his head up to look over.]

Vayne, this isn't home.

Eh?

Don't get swept up in dreams.

Dreams...?

(OOC: Completely open! Though, I might be a bit slow.)

autophoenix.livejournal.com

( claire's dream description | cut for length )

[ooc; the open seats are just to make it clear that threads can have up to 2 people from paradisa join at a time, but multiple threads are obviously a possibility, just as long as it's not like five people up in here at once. just gimme a heads up if you're planning to have a character stop by! :) happy christmas, everyone. ]

fired-once.livejournal.com

[ Nothing really says "Christmas" like a party.

And not one of those lame themed Christmas parties; we're talking an open bar, a live band up on stage, and a lot of good people out having fun.

Tony Stark, the man of the hour, is only a little bit tipsy right now, but he's working on it. Sitting on either side of him at the bar are his best friend, Rhodes, and his current (and first long-term) relationship, Pepper Potts. ]

Come on, you guys know how much I hate picking out gifts. Can't I just cut you a check and have you pick out something for yourselves?

[ he doesn't let that linger too long before he laughs ]

Jeez, guys, lighten up a little. I got your presents, I got your presents. I've just got them in the back, that's all.

Rhodey, you like trucks, right? [ . . . . ] Oh, whoops, guess I gave that one away.

[ feel free to hijack; who doesn't love parties and getting drunk? ]

shotapope

[It was Christmas eve, and the room was warm and cozy, a fire was blazing bright. Alessandro was putting up the Nativity, a serious expression on his face as he tried to make it just right. After all, tomorrow was an important day.]

You don't need to worry so much, it looks fine the way it is. [There was a man, but nothing about him could be made out. Not so much that he was shadow, as much as the image of him fled right after you saw him. He was more a sense of presence than someone truly being there.]

But, I want to make sure everything is just right.

[The man laughs, and it is warm and kind.] Come, you're sister will worry if we're late for Mass.

[Alessandro hesitates a moment, but gives in. It was as good as it was going to get, wasn't it?]

You're right. Do you think she'll like how I set it up? I want to show her when we come back.

She'll love it.

(OOC: Completely open, and I may be a bit slow with tags, so I apologize in advance.)

jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com

Chriiiiiistmaaaas Chriiiiiiistmaaaas, Edward loves Chriiiiiiiiiiiiiistmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas!!

[Edward's sitting cross legged on the table in the common room of the Bebop, tapping away at her computer. In a few minutes, all the screens in the ship flicker, the images replaced by a slowly twirling Christmas tree. She giggles and kicks her feet, falling backwards to hang over the end of the table, looking at Ein]

Ein, come seeee!!

[Ein trots over and sniffs at the image, barking once in approval.

A deep voice calls from the other end of the ship, "EDWARD?! What did I tell you about messing with my ship?!"]

But Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet, it's Christmas! [waves her long limbs in the air before switching to her spooky voice] We must have a treeeeeeee.

[Jet sticks his head in, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and glaring at her, "But does it have to be on EVERY screen?!"]

[ooc: It's Christmas on the Bebop!! Feel free to stop by and say hi to the incredibly dysfunctional family]

blasthigh.livejournal.com

( Cessily, Jono, Draco )

thatsnotnancy.livejournal.com

[This song is playing when one enters the sizable apartment. The furniture is pristine and bright, and tall high glass windows overlook quite the view of Los Angeles.

There's a tree not taller than Nancy herself, but she's knelt down beside it. An older woman is with her, and they're currently throwing tinsel at the tree--and at each other. Cookies are nearby, half-eaten, but there's plenty to go 'round.

Also, hope you like Connie Francis, because that's all the jukebox seems to be playing. This song plays after, followed by a seemingly endless string of holiday songs sung by the lady herself.]

Next year, we should get one of those ugly ass flocked trees just to do it. [laughs... genuinely!]

derpish.livejournal.com

[For anyone wandering into Cain's dream tonight, there will be nothing but white corridors. A white room with thick glass around the outside, seemingly empty and the man himself is a mere child. Perhaps ten or eleven, wearing a neatly pressed uniform and pushing at small golden glasses to keep them sliding off his nose.]

It's Christmas.

[He smiles as he starts pressing buttons on a control panel on the wall, the room shifting and becoming a false simulation of a snowy field with hills and sledges waiting to be ridden. Jumbled memories of this time and Paradisa overlaying one another in a warm fuzzy glow. He knows this isn't real, but... it's nice all the same.]

Do you want to build a snowman with me?

[ooc: Open. The snow is a real-feeling holographic projection in a room on an artificial colony on Mars. God what even, lmao.]

faithforgave.livejournal.com

[Christmas Eve.

A thousand years in the past, this was a time of worship and of spirituality. But the dream before him wasn't of festivities and of religious intent, but rather something of a gift.

It was a nice cottage in the middle of the woods, a clearing that seemed picturesque. A light covering of snow covered the area, and smoke seeped from the chimney. It looked liked something off a postcard, all rustic and authentic.

Inside there sat a man who had been altogether quiet since arriving in the castle, using the weeks to explore and traverse his surroundings. A smile upon his face, and a child upon his lap, looking up at him with shining eyes and a beaming smile. He had his father's eyes, but his mother's presence.

She was across, preparing food for the family. Humming quietly something familiar. Something he had heard before, from a music box.

Meanwhile, Gabriel sat with child on lap, a fire in the fireplace place, and a book in his hand.]

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God...

[And so he read to child with a fair smile upon his face, in a picturesque cottage in the middle of the forest, on this eve of Christmas.]

respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com

[The inside of Puddleglum’s shack doesn’t seem like it should be large enough to contain the spindly creature, but the Marsh-Wiggle seems completely content, all the same. A fire is burning in a rough hewn hearth, flames licking the base of a heavy black pot until the aroma of the cooking stew fills the small space.

Settled in a chair, long legs stretched out in front of him with his webbed feet bare, Puddle’s got his pipe between his lips. There’s no smoke… but for now he can taste the tobacco. A close second.

It serves no purpose, but he puffs on the pipe anyway, looking out the window at the thick drifts of snow. Narnian Christmas. There was no better place to be]

[ooc: Open for anyone wanting to spend time with a quiet Marsh-Wiggle. He might even be less depressing than usual. It is Christmas, after all.]

likethetragedy.livejournal.com

[Should you chose to you can wander into a beautiful living room with a large fireplace cracking away. Elektra has ended up back in her childhood home during her dream. She's anything but, alone during this visit. Her father and mother are there with her. Her father looks serious sitting next to his wife. He only nods occasionally and if you didn't know any better you would say he didn't care to be here. His wife on the other hand is smiling and chatting away happily with a teenage girl and her father. Elektra is sitting there listening to them like her mother does. Unlike him she laughs occasionally and smiles affectionately at everyone there the entire time.

Eventually her mother stops and grabs Elektra's hand. Her nose crinkles the same way Elektra's does when she smiles. She asks where the others are and Elektra just shrugs helplessly before squeezing her hand back just as tightly.]

They'll get here when they get here, Mama. [She smiles playfully.] Why don't you ask Abby about that boy she likes just as a friend in the meanwhile?

[The teenage girl, Abby, sputters and starts complaining to her father. Everyone but, Elektra's father laughs. He does manage to crack a tiny smile though before sipping away at his drink.]

[ooc; Totally and completely open.]

deadelfwalking.livejournal.com

[Just before the Scourge attack that killed his brother and tore apart his kingdom, Koltira was discussing a banquet, teasing his brother about Faltora's shyness with his crush, Merriel. In his dream, the Scourge never came and the lavish party went forward. Held in the early evening at the sprawling estate of an elf noblewoman named Cellyn, the party features long tables heaped with deliciously browned appetizers cooked from lynx meat, fountains of sparkling, fruity Suntouched Reserve wine, platters of roasted dragonhawk surrounded by caramelized apples and fresh, steaming asparagus spears, as well as a whole separate table decorated with delicate tarts and rich, sweet-smelling cakes.

Music permeates the air--light, buoyant tunes played on a lute, ballads to celebrate the harvest season. Though, of course, in temperate Quel'thalas, every season is harvest season, as eternal autumn reigns throughout the forest.

The sunset casts its warm, rosy glow over the entire gathering; the jeweled gowns and gold-trimmed suits worn by the attendees are suffused in the sun's slowly fading rays, their pale hair and eyes striking against the low, rubicund sun. Everyone here is smiling, talking animatedly of new theories on magic or hunting techniques. Their wars are far from them for these few hours.

And threading among them, joking and laughing as well as anybody, is Koltira. He sips his wine and welcomes any who approach him.]

[ooc: GET CRUNK, ELF-STYLE <3]

everborrowing.livejournal.com

[There wasn’t a huge crowd in the Inn of the Last Home. Popular as the place was, Solstice was a time for family and friends and, as the evening wore on, most of the patrons had gone off to celebrate the holiday in the comfort of their homes.

But for the companions, this was home. And, for once, they were all there. Tanis and Flint sat at one corner of the table, with the dwarf steadily downing a pint of ale while Tanis nursed his, just watching all of them. Caramon had his arm around Tika, the two of them cozy and content. Sturm was polishing his sword, shaking his head at whatever Caramon was saying. Goldmoon and Riverwind sat on a couch near the fireplace, her head resting on his shoulder. Near them, Fizban was telling some tale, his arms gesturing wildly until one of the motions upset his hat and knocked it over his eyes. Raistlin, sitting in a chair nearby, his face shadowed, watched it all with gold eyes glinting in… annoyance? Amusement? It was hard to tell.

Laurana and Kitiara were both there as well, the golden haired elf near Tanis, the smoldering eyed human making her way between her brothers. Tas had the vague feeling that wasn’t quite right, but it was nice and if things were good, well, it’d just be silly to be worrying over it.

The kender was wandering, fingers running over familiar tables (and unfamiliar purses) as he weaved his way through the remaining patrons, listening to snippets of conversation and humming a traveling song under his breath.

Soon he’ll wander back closer to the fire and his friends, but he’s not in a rush. It’s Solstice and it’s perfect. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be.]

[ooc: You know the drill. Open as open can be. Be a patron, join the companions, catch Tas mid-pickpocket. It’s all good.]

integrability.livejournal.com

[Christmas at the Hellsing Estate had always been extravagant. A massive tree decorated in whichever fashion had taken the young Integra's fancy that year - perhaps a Russian theme, or one year all things blue so that the house looked like a shimmering ocean from head to toe.

This year had been traditional. The baubles glittering red and gold from the tree, under which all the presents from Integra had been wrapped in the colour theme and neatly labelled. One for her father, one for Walter, and even one for Alucard - even though her subconscious mind knew that was illogical in time frame.

It was her happiest year, just eight years old and past the young stage of not quite understanding the holiday, but not yet too old to enjoy the magic of Christmas. Sitting beneath the tree, she plucked at one of the fancy ribbons and leaned back to accidentally knock her cup of cocoa over the rug.]

How bothersome.

[ooc: Open as an open thing.]

onemanshort.livejournal.com

[The cargo bay is covered in lights. Woven around railings, draped over crates... the drab surroundings have been transformed by tinsel and chinese lantern lights, the muted colors shining through the thin paper.

In the center, Kaylee's rigged a tree stand and... in the way that is only possible in dreams... has acquired a large Christmas tree. Seated on the floor next to it, legs crossed and her gaze focused in concentration, she's humming a Christmas carol as she adds the last touches to a self-sustained generator that will light it all up without stringing cords across the floor...because tripping hazards are bad, even to her dreaming mind.]

[ooc: and now I'll stop spamming the comm and run to my fam's for a few hours. I'll be back to tag everyone later. Castmates and Para CR are more than welcome. :)]

ultimaverum.livejournal.com

[When you open your eyes, you are walking through a jungle. You know in that way that you know things in a dream that it is a jungle deep within Brazil. And you know that all around you is a sound, a song, and you imagine if only for a moment that it is the most beautiful sound you have ever heard. And if you care to think about where this beautiful song-sound is coming from, you realize that it’s the jungle itself, swaying gently, kindly, around you]

[But before you have a chance to dismiss the idea of trees singing to you, you are here. In front of you is a little village. Not even a village, really. More like a ring of tiny wooden huts around a fire pit. The sunlight that spills through the leaves is tinted green, and off to the side, a pack of Brazilian boys and girls are grouped with a few grinning adults]

[The first to break from the huddle is a small blonde girl, racing across the way to Charlie who is leaning against one of the huts and looking... younger then he ever has while in the castle. He’s smiling only very faintly, but as he picks the little girl up and swings her around, there is something indescribably happy in the way he moves]

[The pack of children breaks up soon afterward, each with their own present to unwrap, each with a few friends to chatter away with. None of them have noticed you yet. Welcome to the dream]

emit.livejournal.com

[This particular dream is set in Ashford Academy's clubhouse, a rather spacious room with high ceilings, arching windows, and lots of table and chairs. Sort of like this. In addition to the round tables where people sit and eat, there are long table laden with delicious looking food and drinks of all sorts.

People crowd the room sitting, talking, mingling, eating, you name it. All are dressed rather nicely with festive clothes and a smile on their face. Among them are students, many friends, and family, all individuals Kallen is familiar with.

At one table by the window, Kallen and her mom and brother sit with food, smiling and laughing. After a few minutes of chatter, the redhead excuses herself, plate in hand as she heads for the buffet table with a wistful smile on her face.]

[OOC: Anyone's welcome to dream hop on over. They could be at a table or just walking in. Come say hi!]

tough-teacher.livejournal.com

[It’s an exceedingly cozy scene. Izumi is on the couch in her living room, contentedly leaning against Sig who has his arm draped over her shoulders. Two blond teenagers are nearby. The taller one is admiring the Christmas tree (which, despite the fact that they don’t celebrate Christmas in Amestris, seems totally natural) while his older brother is slouched in an armchair, tapping his foot impatiently.]

When is the food going to be ready? I’m starving.

[The younger one looks over with a laugh.] After all those peppernuts, brother?

[Izumi smirks.] Maybe Ed’s finally going to hit his growth spurt.

[Predictably, Ed flails in indignation.] WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SPECK OF DUST SO SMALL THAT IT’S NOT EVEN WORTH GETTING OUT THE VACCUUM?!

[And in near perfect unison everyone in the room responds] No one said that.

[When she finishes laughing, Izumi stands up.] But the roast should be done soon. I’ll go check on it. Would you two set the table?

[Ed grabs the plates and silverware and hastily begins laying them out.] Al, would you get the glasses? I can’t reach them.

[Roast in hand, Izumi approaches the table, but she’s stopped halfway through the doorway of the dining room by a rather happy looking Sig. He silently points up to the mistletoe hanging above her. Did he just put that there? With a grin she leans in for a kiss and the Elric brothers roll their eyes. Here we go again...

The only thing that could make this little get together better is more company.]

[OOC: Feel free to drop in. Meet the family! :D]

explorationist.livejournal.com

[A warm, cozy house, a blazing fireplace, a tree with an assortment of presents in all shapes an sizes all labeled “Coraline” instead of “Caroline.” No Other Mother, no ugly Pink Palace, no stalkers or rain or wells.

Just home. Good old Michigan. And a Coraline in a coat and scarf and gloves, outside in the perfectly layered snow, building a snowman. One without a button nose. Or eyes, for that matter]

Now this...This is home.

[[ooc: Dream-hop to your heart's content <3]]

rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com

[straightening his tie, Jay grins as the elevator door opens, revealing MiB customs. Damn, it was good to be back. Not technically existing kinda puts a cramp on the usual holiday plans, but being back at work was just as good.

He steps through the door, surveying the room as the platform lowers him to the floor. Clearing his throat, he puts his game face on as he moves forward through the usual crowd of aliens that come to Earth for the holidays.]

Bee, make sure you double check that passport, that Clorithian looks pretty suspicious.

En, take a look in that Miclondian's bag, don'tcha see it movin'?

Yo, Are! Whatcha doin', man? You know we don't let Ziplorians leave without a disguise!

[as the agents skittered off to do as he ordered he goes off to get some coffee. Seeing the worms in their usual spots, he can't help but grin.]

'sup, dudes? See you got yer jobs back. Zed finally forgive you for swiping those smokes?

[Neeble waves a handsat him, "Chuka la fuanda! We were framed!" Gleeble scoffed, pouring Jay his usual cup of dark roast, "yeah! We'd NEVER do anything like thaaaaaat!"]

Yeah, sure man, whatever, jus' keep yer worm butts outa trouble!

[As they shout curses and throw sugar packets, he shakes his head and steps out the door, sighing happily as he looks around/. All the agents running around, Zed up in his office yelling at someone on the phone, some skimmer's picture on the main screen... this is about as close as he's ever felt to having a real home and family. It was just missing one thing...]

((ooc: open for dream hoppers :D))

notafruitbat.livejournal.com

[It's a beautiful day outside, the sun is shining and warming things up just a bit, which is good considering the thick layer of pristine snow on the ground. People bustle around, but one large group of ten plus people stand around chatting with each other, Conrad standing in the thick of them.

Wait... Conrad is outside in broad daylight? But isn't he a vampire?

WAIT! Conrad with a whole bunch of friends?! Clearly this must be another Christmas dream scene.]

mouthiness.livejournal.com

[You people and your nice, sentimental dreams.... Deadpool has no need for sentiment! Because he has a beautiful beach, drinks, and birds to shoot. that, and pretty much every attractive female he's ever seen/met is on the beach with him. This of course, includes heroes and ex-girlfriends. And, weirdly enough, a few guys are scattered around the beach. Namely, Cable, The Cat, and a couple others. He can appreciate male beauty ok SHUT UP IT'S HIS DREAM DON'T JUDGE HIM

He's sitting there in a swimsuit, getting waited on by his favorite minion and occasionally taking shots at birds]

See, now this is how Christmas should be. Bob! Get me another margarita

((If you happen in on Deadpool's dream anyone in the Marvel universe who's legal can cameo if you'd like. 8D ))

madetothwart.livejournal.com

[It was said that evil never slept and good was ever-vigilant, but really there were quite a few agents on both sides of the fence that wouldn't refuse a well-earned nap. Aziraphale was certainly one of them, and when he retired to that evening it was to a particularly pleasant dream.

It was a Tuesday, which was the first point in its favour. Aziraphale had always liked Tuesdays, he thought of them as the quiet and unassuming day that never garishly drew attention to itself like Friday or Saturday, wasn't too businesslike such as Sunday (which was business day for angels) or Monday. Nor was it Wednesday which always seemed a little smug in its position as the center of the week, and the less said about Thursday the better.

The second rather pleasant discovery was that the year was 1997, which was remembered fondly as the year Wildlife on One, with David Attenborough first began showing on the television.

The final, and certainly deciding factor in how good this dream was, was undoubtably that on this particular Tuesday afternoon in 1997, Aziraphale had made his best cup of tea of all his life. He had never been able to quite replicate the lovely blend of tea and milk, although he had spent years trying.

Sinking into an armchair by a blazing fireplace, like any self-respecting Englishman, he sipped said cup of tea and turned on the television to the dulcet tones of Sir Attenborough.]

Ah. Perfect.

[Perfect, except for the serpent who'd just wandered in like he owned the place. Crowley sauntered over to the chair that was 'his' by default and miracled up a bottle of wine]

What're we watching?

[ooc: Open. This is for Crowley and Aziraphale, please feel free to tag both as they're together. Stops spamming now]

hulloeverything.livejournal.com

[as unusual as it was for the Time Lord to sleep, it was more unusual for him to dream. He knew immediately what was going on, and decided to just sit back and see what the castle decided to show him.

He sits back in the jump seat of his TARDIS and watches as it lands itself (quite smoothly, he had to admit). Smiling, he pushes up and moves to the doors, throwing them open to see where the castle had decided to bring him.

He can't help but gasp as he looks around at the landscape of Gallifrey. He hadn't expected this. London, yes, a space station, maybe, some exotic planet, definitely... but not Gallifrey. Hesitantly, he steps out and looks up at the glass dome of the citadel, just as gorgeous as he remembered. Hearing a familiar noise, he looks around as ten other TARDII materialize around him, one by one. They're home. The castle brought them home.

Tears well in his eyes as he watches all his past selves and companions step out of their TARDII. He's almost too overwhelmed for words. Everyone's here. Everyone's safe. There's no war, no disaster, no one to save. Everything is as it should be. He just stands back for a long while, watching all of his companions mingling, meeting one another, looking at the planet many of them never got to see. Finally, he steps forward with a grin and walks up to his first self]

It's been such a long time. Oh the adventures we'll have, the people we'll meet. The planets we'll save.

[One looks at him for a moment before smiling] So, we've done well, have we? [looks around at all the other Doctors] Good.... good. Glad to see us still going strong after centuries of hard work and heartbreak. [he claps a hand on Eleven's shoulder and nods, meeting the older Time Lord's eyes] You've done well. Never forget that.

[Eleven smiles and pulls One in for a hug] Thank you. [releasing him, he grins] I'm just happy to have a peaceful Christmas for once. But this... [looks around at everyone] This is more than I could have imagined.

[One laughs] I wouldn't say that. It is your dream after all.

[Eleven laughs as well] I suppose you've got me there. I should take advantage of it while I can, then, shouldn't I? [and with a cheeky grin, he races off to share his Christmas joy with all his companions, past and present.]

((ooc: Totally not what I originally planned, but Eleven had other ideas. Open to anyone. Come meet ALL of the Doctors and all companions (and that includes short-lived companions like Mickey and Chameleon).))

reshaper.livejournal.com

[ For anyone who stumbles into Cessily's dream, they will find themselves in a rather cozy setting. Prepare to be introduced to the troublemaking Hellions squad; Julian, Brian, Santo, Kevin, Sooraya and Cessily. Plus a cameo by Laura! ~~Emma can go jump off a bridge.~~ They all seem to be hanging out in a sitting room and neither of them seem to have a care in the world -- aside from who is going to win this video game.

Julian and Brian are pretty into it and Santo is looming behind them, boasting about how he is totally going to kick the winner's butt. Kevin? Isn't really near the group, he's off being an emo kid in his corner despite paying attention to the TV but it doesn't go unnoticed by Cessily, who is glancing over at him every so often, looking worried. But when she isn't doing that, her, Sooraya and Laura are chatting back and forth about nothing in particular.

Classes, how their day was going, about how the guys were such.. guys. It's a nice, peaceful little scene. No fighting, aside from the playful sort, and no one to judge them. Oh, normalcy. After Julian wins, Brian sulks and Laura says something that makes everyone in the room nearly double over in laughter. Probably something a little too literal about losing a game. It was just a dream now, of course, because life sucks when you're a Marvel character. ]

[ooc; Open! Feel free to jump in. ]

imnot_likeyou

[Hunter Christmases are usually pretty simple -- they don't have them. Or, at least, Sam preferred not to celebrate them. Christmases were for people with normal families and normal lives, not for people like Sam. But if really pressed to conjure up the perfect Christmas, this would be it:

They're on the road somewhere, not really specific as to where, just a motel room with a TV that's decently lit. There's half assed Christmas decorations around the room, and a very small tree, but it's enough. At least for now.

Bobby, Dean, Ellen, Jo -- the family's all there, and they're just sitting around with their too strong egg nog and gas station presents, because that's how they roll. There's also presumably some kind of food, but it's not a great feast.

Sam is sitting on the edge of one of the beds with his cup of egg nog, just looking around and actually smiling. Regardless of his feelings about the holiday, it's good to have family around.]

[Crashable, if you'd like.]

☻ happy

exanimatus.livejournal.com

[he's sitting and gazing contentedly at the scene, a massive bonfire casting shadows that dance this way and that with almost as much spark as the dancers themselves. it's a much earlier time--there's no city for hundreds of miles. it's dark, but the dozens of people are dressed brightly, laughing and singing and clapping their hands in time. he doesn't notice that he's different, here. he doesn't notice that his hair is back to being blond, and that he's dressed straight out of the dark ages, or that the few people who talk to him the most all have red eyes.

it all makes too much sense to him. this is how things are supposed to be. he is... happy.

another man with red eyes, older than him, skirts out of the crowd and lands, sitting, next to him--as if he'd mean to do that the whole time, he strikes up conversation.]

Asura says you've been quiet.

[Zelman laughs.] Hey, I danced with a fair number before I got here.

Yes, yes, but with nary a word! You're too wrapped up in that mind of yours.

[the other man tries to knock on his head, but Zelman skirts away. this is usual and familiar. they both end up laughing.]

Besides, I hear your sister would like a dance.

And though I would gladly take the chance to stay off her bad side, the night is long...

Ah, but it is also a night for celebration! [the man stands, gesturing grandly.] For it is upon this day that we remember to hold dear that man who died for our sins so that we might live free of damnation, of course!

[there's a ripple of laughter through the crowd.] I think you're mixing that up. He may enjoy his seat in high heaven, but as for the rest of us...

It's just like the song--if the kirk saw her Scotland held like social meetin's... ♪

[a groan.] I'm not singing.

[continuing.] No warning you'd need from a far-tinkling bell...

[the man gestures to Zelman. the scene falls into a hush... before Zelman finally starts laughing and gives in.]

For true love and friendship will draw you together, far better than rottin' the horrors of hell.

[there's another burst of warm laughter as he's dragged to his feet and thrown into the dance again, the music changing to the song and the world becoming that strange blur of color and sound that can only really make sense in a dream.]

[ooc: totally open to any sort of dream-hopping! come chill with the mental projections of his dead vampire family. and tell me if this needs to be cut. dfjksdl.]

skort

[ It's already dark outside and perfect for looking at the stars. Which is what Kara's doing as she leans against the railing of her home in Argo City. A laugh draws her attention away from her stargazing and back to her family, though. Aunt Martha and Conner are sitting on the couch, the latter laughing uproariously at something Lois is telling them, much to Kal's embarrassment, if the look on his face is any indication. Chris is seated on the floor with his back against the wall, a large grin on his face as he watches his adoptive mother. Jor-El chuckles quietly in his chair and Lara smiles softly at her son from her perch on the chair's arm. Her glance slides over to where her own parents sit by the corner, arms curled around each other. Her mother looks happy and it's a nice change from the last months with her Kara remembers. ]

Kara, come join us. Enjoy some time with your family.

[ Kara turns and smiles at Thara who takes her hand and leads her back inside, slipping something between their joined hands as they walk. ]

Alright, alright. I'm coming.

[ But Kara stays sitting at the table a little ways away while Thara goes to Chris and sits next to him, shoulder touching his and their hands twining together. The conversation continues, turning from embarrassing stories to nonsense chatter and, while Kara sometimes interjects with her own smart remarks, she's more than content to just sit and smile, turning a small, red crystal over and over in her hands as she watches her family interact. ]

[ ooc| open like an open thing! :D ]

merriment.livejournal.com

[ The dream begins with Justinia, dressed up in a beautiful white dress along with her crown, staring out a window almost longingly. There are three women, servants undoubtedly, helping her get dressed while they brush her hair. He was late getting back, Nana was always prompt. She touches her fingers to the window, knitting her eyebrows as she lets out a sigh. He was a strong man, he most trusted and truest friend, there was no way he could fall to a blade of Adarshan. Almost as soon as he thinks it, she's able to make out a figure approaching on horseback in full armor.

It was Nana. With an almost hesitant pause, the man lifts a hand and waves as if he expected her to be at that window. And he knew she would be upset. Before she even has time to think, she turns and scurries past the servants before they can finish brushing her hair and takes two steps at a time as she descends the stairwell. So she's nearly out of breath when she storms outside and greets the man looking none too pleased ]

You could have written a note! You are late, Nana, I was worried!

[ her voice cracks and almost gives away that she isn't mad, she's relieved. but Nana, ever the observant man, crouches down and rests a gloved hand atop of her head ]

Forgive me, Princess. I would have sent word if I was able. Please, don't be upset..

[ she frowns and walks over, pouting. but soon, after scrubbing at her eyes, she dips into a curtsy before running over to throw her arms around the man's neck. he's smiling instantly, scooping her up gently. ]

I was not crying! Never make me worry again, or I will be very angry! .. Welcome home, Nana.

[ still smiling, he sets her down and bows ]

Thank you, Princess.

[ ooc; SO OPEN. Takes place at Castoria's ridiculously fancy castle. Surprise, she's a royal brat. ]

excalibured.livejournal.com

[Anyone entering Arthur's dream, will likely be struck by how completely mismatched and random it appears. If one ventures a look outside the large bay windows, they'll catch sight of a castle, Camelot at too close a distance to be logical, but far enough away to make you rethink that, just a little. A small out lying village is within walking distance, a great big bonfire held in the square with people engaged in revelry around it. In particular, a young woman with long black hair and purple silk gown stands out, only seen for short moments weaving in between them in a tireless dance. The little world is surrounded by a lush forest, covered in fog, giving it an entirely creepy air, the glimpses of metal and red and gold through the trees and sound of horses makes it a little less so.

The actual focal setting, is a well off farm house, definitely backdated to Arthur's own time, with a roaring fireplace already going. Though it's clear from the offset that there's things that don't belong. A soft old worn couch with a deep red fleece blanket thrown over top, a copy of Allen's apartment. A huge family picture above the fireplace of two parents and three sons, and a nearby Christmas tree littered with strange ornaments. A neckerchief, an eye patch and a worn baby rattle to name a few. Beneath the tree there's a small child, clutching a gaudily wrapped present to his chest stubbornly, nose in the air]

But I want to open it!

Arthur, that... [Soft laughing as she reaches for the gift] It's not yours. Your father is going to open it, how about this one, instead?

...No!

[And as his chubby cheeks fill with the beginnings of a temper, his mother gives in] I'm sure you're father will appreciate you doing this for him.

[Arthur, himself, is sitting on the nearby staircase, and it appears cannot be seen, and is only here to spectate his own dream. Which he's content with, chin propped up on the palm of his hand and eyes fixated on the woman and her small child opening gifts. He's wearing a fond smile, but it won't quite reach his eyes]

[[ooc: basically, Arthur's dream is like...A kaleidoscope of anyone or anything that's made him happy, even if it was only for a moment, but I ran out of stuff that screams it belongs to certain characters. So if you dream hop here and they're good friends, feel free to imply something~ Though it's open to anyone, even new cr]]

assombris.livejournal.com

[ the kane penthouse is large, as expected of one of gotham's richest family. it's warm and bright inside, some old rock and roll playing quietly in the background and the sound of laughter occasionally drowning out the music. two women in the kitchen work on dinner preparations, one identical to kate in every way but her hair pinned back and wearing little make-up. the other is a woman much older with light hair. they grin at each other and start to laugh again as they go back to cutting and washing vegetables.

there's a menorah on a table if you go past the hall and then into the living room, where kate herself is seated on the floor, glossing over an instructions booklet in her hands. her father is standing before a large screen TV and then moving toward the side to check out the input jacks. kate grabs a small plastic with wires inside laying near her feet and gives it a toss at her father, who catches it swiftly. in return, he mentions helping her mother and sister in the kitchen but kate opts to stay with him.

however beth and gabi poke their heads through the doorway and beckon her. rising to her feet, kate's about to comment on that when there's a knock on the door. if you watch her carefully, you'll notice her eyes light up in a way you might have never seen before.

after making her way over, she opens the door and leans against it briefly, smiling at renee whose eyes widen as she peeks into the penthouse. kate nearly laughs and steps closer, putting a hand under her girlfriend's chin. renee smirks back and they share a quick kiss before they pull back and kate takes her hand to lead her into the house and meet her family. ]

Merry Christmas, Renee.

[ ooc: open :) ]

wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com

[He knew it was a dream. He knew it, and yet could not find it in himself to be torn away from it, to wake himself up. Why would he? This was nothing short of a miracle, and indeed he almost wanted to cry into the hot cup of tea clenched in his hands. But he did not. He could not. He did not want to make his parents sad. He did not want to make Yasha sad. Not now.

For indeed it was they who where here, in his palace, surrounding him with laughter and warmth. They sat on the viewing balcony for the private garden of the Royal Family. Around them were bursting flowers and leaves, birds signing merrily all around, a natural symphony. They reclined on a mass of pillows, wooden tables laden with sweets, fruits, and cool and hot drinks in the center. He sat close to Yasha, the man's hand in his, reclined to be a pillow for Ashura. His parents sat across from him, as happy together as Ashura was against Yasha. Smiling. Laughing.

Alive.

There was no war, no blood, no death. No graves to tend, nobody to mourn.

If only in a dream.]

[ooc: feel free to come on in! Come and have some sweet treats - enter through the door or just appear, whatever.]

fauconnerie.livejournal.com

[ this dream opens inside a barn. there's a sprinkling of snow outside and inside the barn, there are tables that are filled with empty cages, hay in the corners, horses in the stables, so on. the scene is calm, gentle, and light-hearted.

there's a black girl in overalls -- Cassie -- shoveling hay out for the horses to eat and she lets out a squeal of surprise when a short, dark-haired boy -- Marco -- collapses into the hay, wearing a Santa hat. he's making some joke or comment that makes her huff and grin.

a tall, broad-shouldered boy, Jake, just laughs and adds something in reply, causing Marco to throw hay at him. a equally tall blonde girl is nearby, Rachel and she just adds a witty remark before they're all doubling over, laughing.

however, the moment's interrupted when a blue deer-like creature with a scorpion tail emerges. he's making a comment about something that just causes Marco to sigh and grin and Jake is forced to give an explanation.

and then the obligatory, "Don't call me Prince Jake" comment.

there's a red-tailed hawk sitting in the rafters, watching all of this though, chiming in every once in a while. but the moment lingers when him and Rachel exchange glances before it's interrupted by Marco shoving the Santa hat on Ax's head.

you know you want to hang out in a barn. dreamhop away. ♥ ]

12winged-dealer.livejournal.com

[It almost came as a surprise, the realization he was dreaming. Not that it was hard to figure out, mind. It had been years since Benten was as small as the little bird before him, his wings barely sprouted, and the perpetual pout on his face. And never had he and Beni been the same size - two little chicks, clambering over him like he was a jungle gym, demanding his attention.

He had always been the big brother, the bastion of warmth, especially for Benten. There had been days, long ago, that he had tucked them into bed, said the good nights, shielded them from the eyes of the clan. Those days were long gone in the rationale world, but in the land of dreams it was not so. In here, he realized, he was thrust back into the days before everything, before he denied Benten the sanctuary of the Mountain, before he had to sew Beni back together, before even Sara.

No, now he sat outside on the porch of his home on Mount Kurama, the seat of his power, a traditional, ancient style structure the humans long ago abandoned except for the eclectic rich. Snow frosted his private gardens, the only color that of the koi that sometimes rose to the surface of the dark waters of his ponds. His wings were out, wrapped around the tiny bodies of his younger siblings, offering warmth and safety. In his hands was a book, a book of tales that were as much history to demons as they were fables to humans.]

And so, the farmer pulled the peach from the river, and when he opened it inside there was a boy - a perfect little boy, quietly sleeping....

[ooc: Yup, this is Bish's dream, from the days before he was screwed up in the head - sort of. Come and listen to a Japanese fairy tale? Come to play in a winter wonderland? Or just gawk? Have fun! :) ]

beyondthatsky.livejournal.com

[This particular dream is set in a snow-covered park. There are a few people, all wearing Victorian clothing, who are walking the pathways and enjoying the falling snow. Alma is sitting on a bench under a barren tree, also donned in a Victorian suit with a scarf wrapped around his neck. The spot beside him is cleared of snow, as if he's saving the spot for someone.

Not too far off in the distance there is a small lake that has yet to freeze over. Ducks are crowded near the edge where a woman wearing a familiar dress stands, throwing bread crusts out to the ducks. Alma just watches her, noting that her hair and face are different than from what he remembers.]

[ooc; Totally open!]

need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com

[it was perfect... the formulas, the design. Pure genius! He could hardly contain himself, throwing off his gloves and tucking his goggles up onto his head, Billy sweeps out of his laboratory, not bothering to even shut the panel behind him]

Triumph, my friend! I did it!! It took longer than I initially thought, but I finally--

[Moist waves him off from his place in front of the TV] --Hang on, can you believe this? [pointing a half-eaten candy cane at the screen] Commander Benevolence and the Golden Titan are leading the Christmas parade this year.

[immediately, Billy's excitement switches to indignation, and he walks over to the couch]

You're kidding me. Wasn't Golden Titan the one who gilded his entire mansion two months ago? And now they're setting him up as some sort of mascot for a holiday that's supposed to be about goodwill and charity??

[Moist shrugs] He's also the one who sold the most action figures this year.

Tch. See, this is exactly what I can't stand about this stupid holiday. It's, like, World Hypocrite Day. Or... Praise the Corporations Eve.

[the bitching goes on for a few contented minutes before the doorbell to their apartment rings]

--Hey, did you invite someone over or something?

Yeah, just a couple of the guys. Pink Pummeler said he'd bring over Monopoly - the Global Domination edition.

Oh, sweet!

((ooc: open to absolutely anyone who wants to hang out with a couple of baddies. Just ring the doorbell!))

pai-sho-master.livejournal.com

[Anyone who happens into this dream will find themselves in a teashop. The Jasmine Dragon, to be specific. It's not open, but it's a good place for a gathering, so there's a small number of people milling about. Zuko's there somewhere, of course, it wouldn't be a dream of home without him. And it's Zuko as Iroh remembers leaving him-happy and at peace with himself. After all, the war and all the conflict-political and personal-that it brought with it was over.

As for Iroh, he can be found mingling like the social butterfly he is. If you show up, chances are you will be treated warmly.]

[OOC: Crash the party. You know you want to.]

sonsofzeus.livejournal.com

[Welcome to the Gotham suburbs. It's an unassuming sort of place, snow falling gently across long rows of identical houses that stretch off into the distance. Oddly enough, all of these houses appear to be empty except for one. Through the large front window, the glow of a lit Christmas tree illuminates a table set for a rather modest party, and the silhouette of a couple curled together on an ugly old couch]

[They're clearly expecting someone, but be careful. Seems the shadows here are a little deeper then they should be, like the threat of a nightmare just past where it can be touched. Don't stray too long in them, or you might find yourself somewhere you'd rather not go...]

((ooc Open! And yes, the shadows do terrible things because while Harvey is normal and wants a night with his wife, Two Face's ~Best Christmas Morning~ basically amounts to ruining everyone else's... lsdkjf))

advocacies.livejournal.com

[ in a familiar and quaint little home on a farm, two caped figures land on the house's porch with big smiles on their faces. one is karen, who is chuckling and talking about how easy their fight went and she was thankful for it considering it was christmas. the other person is someone many might recognize -- it's kal, only a lot older looking, the side of his hair already grayed. he puts a hand on karen's shoulders and they step inside the kent farmhouse where they are greeted with the delicious smell of cooked chicken and other tempting food.

the first to welcome them back is lois kent. setting down the forks and knives, she turns and smiles at her husband and cousin-in-law. like this kal, she's much older and walks a little slowly but there's no denying these two are clark and lois.

after helping prepare the table and getting changed, the entire family sits down and gets ready to dig into their food.

you know you want to pop in and tell karen this isn't real akfjhsjf :( ]

forgedinbattle.livejournal.com

[Home. Home as it was when she had called it that. Amphipolis before Cortese. Before everything.

Xena's sitting in front of a roaring fire in her mother's tavern, surrounded by family. Her older brother, Toris is on her left, occasionally cracking jokes that are a little too obvious to really be funny. But the person she's really thrilled to see is her younger brother, Lyceus. Having him here and close- it was enough to tell her that this was a dream, but she honestly didn't care. Every once and a while she reaches over and touches his arm, as if to reassure herself that he was still there.

And their mother, Cyrene is walking around taking care of the few customers and chatting with her children]

[OOC: Feel free to find yourself at an Ancient Greek tavern.]

hyuuga

[This dream opens on a somewhat chilly day on the open-air hallway of a traditional Japanese mansion. Complete with the thing that goes 'doink', a small training ground in front of the entrance to the mansion, and Hinata along with Neji and Hanabi sitting in said hallway watching the spar between her father and Neji's father. It's the appearance of her uncle more than the fact that her little sister is resting her head in her lap or the quiet aura in the compound that tells her it might be all a dream.

There's a tray with five cups and a full pot of tea ready to go cold sitting between her and her cousin, yet she can't bring herself to move or say anything. Being like this with her family; it's more than she could have ever hoped for. Her uncle alive, her father smiling, her sister content with her, no intangible distance between her and Neji, and back home in Konoha when there's no talk of war. Her smile is small as she begins to run her fingers through Hanabi's hair. Dream or not, she's enjoying this closeness as much as she can.]

[ ooc: open for dream-hopping. ]

apocashrriipp.livejournal.com

( [Christmas at the Guthrie farm was always warm and welcoming )

*Not Jono in play here. The NPCed Jono is from Paige's AoA 'verse.

painhumbles.livejournal.com

[People imagine Heaven as a land of clouds and golden pathways and citadels and perhaps it is, but Heaven's a state of mind, a place woven by the people who end up there. For angels, it's usually the same, but for an angel who has abandoned Heaven, it could be anything they choose to remember it being. In this case, it's a snow-covered garden- The Garden, specifically- stretching out to eternity. The garden, itself, at the present moment (and probably much to Joshua's chagrin) is an icy, lonely place, full of evergreen trees, bushes, and three inches of snow covering everything, down to the frozen fountain at its center. It's still, peaceful, almost haunting.

And then laughter cuts through the serenity and two teenage boys burst free of a pair of trees, laughing like hooligans, and tripping over themselves. Angels don't resemble their human vessels in Heaven- they're massive creatures of light, shaped in eerie, yet beautiful, ways- but here in this dream, the rules don't apply. Angels may be ageless, but here, they're presenting themselves with the vitality of youth. This never happened. It never could have happened. But it's a dream and as angels don't typically dream, the angel dreaming it is making the most of it.

Gabriel is distinctive, despite his human-shaped form looking a good twenty years younger than what people would normally be used to seeing. The other boy is unfamiliar- taller, older, smirking, with sandy hair and a calm expression and the sort of beauty that, were he human, would suggest a heartbreaker. Both are dressed in white and both seem to glow with ethereal light, keeping them both from blending in with the snow.

The two angels share another look and then burst into a fit of laughter again, a private joke brought back to life. When Gabriel speaks, his voice is pitched higher than normal.]

How long d'you think he'll stand there?

[The other angel purses his lips and considers it before saying, "Long enough." Somewhere, an annoyed voice calls out, "Do I really have to hold this star here the whole time?" The laughter starts anew and another rustle comes from the trees. The angel with Gabriel glances up and then bolts, leaving Gabriel alone in the Garden.]

Hu- Hey! Lucifer. [He crosses his arms over his chest grumpily, clearly not caring who just crashed his and Lucifer's well-planned practical joke on Raphael. All that matters is his older brother left him holding the bag. Dammit.]

[[OOC: Will be slow, because LOL so busy, but totally open for anyone to crash. And yes, Lucifer and Gabriel just tricked Raphael into holding the Star of Bethlehem in place. They're assholes.]]

stalkershiki.livejournal.com

Hey, Shiki!

[Shiki grins, waves her hand up high, and then runs over to the Statue of Hachiko, where her closest friends, her friends from the UG, are waiting for her. She's carrying a giant bag full of presents for them too, and is very excited to hand them out. Her dream isn't anything too special- it's just her and her friends hanging out and exchanging gifts. But she's with people who love her and accept her for who she is, and she's really happy and smiling and grinning. It doesn't occur to anyone that she's in Eri's body again, and she doesn't think to look in a mirror. But that doesn't matter for now, when it's Christmastime!]

((ooc: Open like a... er... something that's open!! Also, different colors signify different people, unless the muns of said characters would like to come in and play their own characters...? Basically, unless anyone else TWEWY-verse comes in, red will represent Neku, yellow will represent Beat, and orange will represent Rhyme. If my fellow TWEWY muns come in, then awesomeness will ensue~))

mrsawesome.livejournal.com

[Irish pubs seem to be popular in these Christmas dreams; have one more, Paradisa! MacLaren's is packed on Christmas Day -- bright, warm, and probably much more festive than it logically would have been. But this is Lily's subconscious, and Lily's subconscious is automatically much more festive than anything else in the world. There are lights strung up behind the bar, tinsel winding around the tables, and a number of patrons dressed in festive outerwear.

The dream is a little fuzzy around the edges. The bar, the tables, the peripheral booths -- none of it's really important here. They're just there for decoration, and to add to the atmosphere.

The only clear, crisp portion of the bar is a single booth in the center, with five people and a number of (very much empty) bottles of beer. Lily is recognizable, as is Barney, and it's just the five of them -- their funny little patchwork family, safe in their regular bar with their regular beer in New York City.

Lily is sitting on the edge, her santa hat askew and her fingers laced with the man beside her. He's much, much bigger than her, and she has to stretch to press a kiss against his cheek.]

Merry Christmas, Marshmallow.

[he smiles, lopsided, and dips to kiss her temple.]

Merry Christmas, Lilypad.

[the other woman at the table (brunette, pretty, with the vestiges of a Canadian accent lingering around her vowels) raises her bottle, flags down the waitress]

Another round!

[The table bursts into cheers, and they all lean forward to knock their bottles against each other.]

((open like an open thing!))

domeanthings.livejournal.com

[Fortunately or not, there's one place that most of Tex's...interesting...memories focus on, particularly the ones involving people who are...well, she can't really call them friends. Idiots is probably the best word for it. Her idiots.

Which would be why Tex is dreaming of one particular craphole canyon in the middle of nowhere. Tex can be found atop the Blue team base, perched with a sniper rifle, her armor back on. She watches the goings on through the scope of the rifle, looking for activity over at the Red base-and finding none, which likely means that trouble is merely in the process of brewing, and things should go crazy within the next half hour. The sound of things crashing and Caboose yelping below make her pause and glance towards the entrance into the base proper, then return to her watch duties.

Ahh, business as usual.]

Sometimes, I wonder why we're here.

[It's more of an out-loud musing to herself than something directed at anybody in particular.]

[OOC: Open. Come show up and confuse the crap out of Tex!]

wornbright.livejournal.com

[ for anyone dream hopping around, entering uru's dream they will find themselves in an apartment that hasn't been decorated or shows any signs of christmas festivities going on. they will also notice right away that it's quiet, as all the people who are in the apartment have dozed off on the chairs, couch or floor. a table in the middle of everything has all sorts of food, most of it eaten and with desserts left that are only half finished.

on the couch, uru's mother and step-dad rest against each other while on another chair, shindou is asleep with his arm folded. ichirou has dozed off against his legs. he's in for a rude awakening if shindou wakes up first.

mitsuka, kenshi, the abekawa family... all asleep around the floor. there's only one person not asleep in the entire apartment and it's uru, who's standing outside on the balcony, leaning her arms against the railing and gazing up at the night sky. ]

[ ooc: hop in if you'd like :> ]

lord-wizard.livejournal.com

Who: Felix Harrowgate
What: His dream
When: Christmas Eve, after his dreamhopping
Where: The land of dreams
Rating: NC-17

( Where the heart is... )

lord-wizard.livejournal.com

[It’s dark in this room save for the roar of fire from the massive fireplace dominating one wall. In many ways it resembles a standard room in the castle, though the trappings are slightly richer. There is nothing to recall the holiday in question, since things like that don’t exist where he comes from.

On a long sofa not far from the fire sits Felix, arranged comfortably against the curve of an arm. There is a man with him, much older but still boyish in the face, lying curled up against the wizard with a book. Felix is wearing nothing but trousers and an open robe, and both his hair and that of the other man is loose and long and slightly wild. One might call it distinctly post-coital.

Felix’s garishly tattooed hands softly caress the back it’s draped across while the brunette smiles vaguely downward, the hand not holding his place questing out for Felix’s.

He never wanted to leave here, but Felix was painfully aware that this was a dream, and that the man with him was dead. He’d never see him again. Would never be able to be with him like this again. Not even his true dreams were like this.]

Gideon?

[The man looks up, raising a questioning eyebrow.]

I— [he paused, feeling the words try to stick in his throat. He’d never said it, fearing that to do so was a curse and would take a person away from him. But Gideon was already gone…what harm could it do?] —I love you.

[Gideon sits all the way up, his honey-brown eyes wide with shock. The expression quickly transforms itself into a wide smile as he reaches up to touch Felix’s face tenderly.]

:I love you too, Felix. Always have:

[The words aren’t spoken aloud, of course. Gideon is mute, and speaks to Felix with his magic.

Felix’s lips twist into a lopsided smile and he kisses his lover gently. But there won’t be much more of that tonight, so Gideon pulls away with a sigh and relaxes against Felix again

Felix sighs as well, quietly wishing this were all real but greedy to enjoy it while he can]

((ooc: This is the safe for work part of his dream, which follows some time after this part. Sadly, this dream will be closed except to Ashura-ou. Sorry. :( ))

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