forward dated to the 25th

[gforgreat.livejournal.com]

[SO GUESS WHAT PEOPLE-WHO-LIVE-IN-ALLEN'S-HOUSE-THAT-USED-TO-BELONG-TO-GUTS

IT'S CHRISTMAS.

Which means that the pitter-patter of feet is making its way down the hall, to your room...

and landing on your bed.]

Wake UP! Jeez, 's already 6 AM you sleep too much!

[ooc; OPEN FOR EVERYONE IN THE HOUSE and yes Timothy's yelling can be heard throughout the house.

Edit: Tree thread!]

(no subject)

[madetobe.livejournal.com]

[for anyone who happens to be dream walking, there is suddenly a vivid blue sky with only the hint of wispy clouds. As far as the eye can see, there are pink lotus blossoms in full bloom with lush green leaves supporting the stalks. There are tall trees surrounding the field as the sun filters in. In the middle of it is a beautiful woman in a Victorian gown, smiling at Kanda]

You really meant it. It's finally in bloom.

[aware this isn't real, Kanda just stares wide-eyed; the woman is Alma, except ... you know, not, but somehow it's starting to feel not so strange, and he gives her a slow smile]

Yeah...

[OOC: IF YOU WANT TO WALK THROUGH A BEAUTIFUL FLOWER AND LAUGH THAT KANDA'S IDEA OF HEAVEN IS A BEAUTIFUL FLOWER FIELD, come on by ;D I just got home from work and am dead, so I will dream hop tmmw. :>]

☠ 009

[molotov]

( This is a closed dream post :( sorry! )

(( OOC: closed to everyone except icarustattoo, sorry :( also probably nsfw-ish ))

- twenty-first year waiting -

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[Rory's dream is rather disgustingly domestic. He's at home in Leadworth--Upper Leadworth, to be exact--living in a quaint country cottage decorated for the holidays. Inside, everything is warm and cozy, there's a fire going in the fireplace, and the smell of hot apple cider and ginger snap cookies pervades the air. Rory finds himself in the living room, sitting comfortably on the couch with his arm around Amy, watching whatever holiday special happens to be currently showing on the telly. They're both laughing. Wedding bands glint on both their left hands, and Amy is very obviously pregnant--perhaps some time late in her second trimester.

There's the faint honk of ducks outside, and a clatter of dishes from the kitchen; Amy cranes her neck to look in that direction, and a few seconds later the Doctor comes in juggling some old radio he's rigged with the sonic screwdriver. He's set it to quietly play some music from god-knows-where, but it sounds festive, and Amy beams at him as he plops down in an overstuffed armchair next to the couch. He beams right back and tells them that the cookies are almost done and that no, rewiring the stove to make everything cook in half the time it normally takes will not burn the house down. Rory is feeling too content to even cheerfully eyeroll at that and check himself to make doubly sure.

He and Amy haven't been traveling with the Doctor for a few years now, but their old friend decided to drop in on them unexpectedly earlier in the morning, and they were thrilled. The Doctor had even brought a present for the baby, insinuating that he knows everything about the baby already--gender, when it will be born, hair color, what they named it, everything. Amy threatened to sic the ducks on him if he even so much as gave anything away.

But this--this is nice. He has his beautiful, witty wife, a roof over their heads and a baby on the way, and their oldest friend in the universe has come to visit them out of the blue, bringing absolutely no danger with him. Rory couldn't be happier]

[open like an open thing. Feel free to come ring the doorbell, wander in from the kitchen or upstairs, whatever! Eat some cookies and pop some Christmas crackers, whatever! And Merry Christmas everyone!]

Songs of good cheer [Closed]

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Who: Allen Walker
What: Dream!
When: Christmas Eve after all of his dream hopping.
Where: Dreamland? Keswick? Allen's bed? Who knows.
Rating: PG.

( Christmas is here, bringing good cheer )

[OOC: Closed because...there is next to no canon about Mana so I don't want to dare NPC him sdklfsdsdf BUT if you want to thread with Allen via dreamscape, just let me know and I'll gladly tag posts :> ]

(no subject)

[fiveby-five.livejournal.com]

[if you happen to walk into Faith's dream, you'd be surprised to see a lack of sweaty scantily clad people, no uns uns uns of dance music, and shockingly no alcohol or violence; instead, there's a suburban house decked out in Christmas decor - Buffy's house. There's a flash of Joyce heading to the kitchen. Faith and Buffy(?) seem to be in the middle of a conversation as Faith hands the other woman a gift]

It's ...dumb, I didn't-

No! It's... lovingly crafted. I'm glad. It's good! It's better, even, with you being here and not ...not here.

[Thank God the doorbell interrupts this scene; when Faith opens the door, there's this guy, and she beams when she sees him?! He smiles right back and puts a hand on her shoulder]

I didn't think you'd make it.

And miss seeing the look on my Faith's face? I wouldn't miss it for the end of the world.

[OOC: So Faith's idea of perfect bliss is stupidly sappy and maybe more horrifying to those who've met her. COME ON BY. NPC!Buffy actually ...likes Faith here. I bet there will be eggnog.]

87.7 - santa baby (closed)

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[it's been a long day of wandering around other people's dreams, seeing exactly what "home" is comprised of for them. he's tired, his head hurts, and really, he just wants to sink back into bed and sleep, for real. he pushes open his door, and --- he's back in the basement. not Paradisa, but Paradise Hills, Arizona. his broadcast lighting is on, low, casting a greenish tint over everything, and the red velour couch is a bit bigger than he remembers it...]

So, you're not done with me yet, are ya.... okay. So be it.

[he wanders over to his old, worn-out office chair, flops down and gives it a perfunctory spin, and is about to flip on the broadcast switch, when he spots a red piece of paper folded up on his desk. his breath catches in his throat, and he reaches out, picks it up, and unfolds it, whispering the words aloud to himself]

Dream me, breathe me, but wake, and remember to live. .... Nora ....

[thin, soft hands reach around and cover his eyes]

Shh. C'mere, baby. I'll show you what I want for Christmas.

((OOC: Closed dream post. Sorry, folks, give the kids some privacy...))

13 - Dreams

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[it's a sunny summer day and there's a girl sitting in the middle of a driveway, jeans and hands smudged with engine oil. A partially disassembled motorcycle lies in front of her, along with an open toolbox. And strangely enough, there's a mechanical wolf with two cannons on his shoulders. About the size of the bike, he's sitting on the lawn, looking protectively on.

Or maybe he's just bored, judging from that yawn.

Either way, he immediately turns towards the intruder (?) as soon as you appear. Alert and ready, he loses any visage of boredom as he trains his cannons on you.

Not that Natsuki even looks up from her tinkering.]

What is it, boy?

[[ooc: open!]]

061

[windsturms.livejournal.com]

[Christmas, Saturnalia, or whatever the occasion may be, it doesn't matter. This is a time for humanity's last hope on Europe's harshest battlefield to relax, if only for a while; scouts are predicting no attacks for tonight, as though even the enemy knows the moment would be ruined.

Even Vice-Marshal Galland has made her way down, joining JG52 in their revelry. And what revelry it is, too! All the usual tension has given way to relief at pulling through for one more year, with everyone in remarkably good health and spirit despite their circumstances. There can't be any better cause for celebration.

Krupinski and Marseille are tag-teaming any silly soul not yet flushed with inebriation with some of the best alcohol available, poor Barkhorn looking on in faint disapproval, having long since given up on stopping them. Wilcke and Rall watch the unfolding chaos, chuckling in amusement, von Bonin joining in seemingly for the heck of it. All around them, the party continues in full swing, some dancing, some eating, some sitting back to catch their breath.

By the fireplace, Hartmann curls up next to her mentor, snatching the opportunity to occupy all her attention before any other disciple does]

Not going to keep Hanna and Krupi from the kids?

Well, tonight is special. I guess I could let it slide.

[they burst into a fit of giggles, like they had just shared a private joke]

[ooc: late, but open. see the all-star team make fools of themselves, Hartmann being unusually sappy, etc. timeline here is a mess, Hartmann just dreamed of practically everyone she knew in JG52 together]

❀ Two ❀

[boylolita.livejournal.com]

[Hunny blinks slowly awake. The dream felt so real - for a bit, he actually thought he was back in Music Room 3, devouring a massive cake and enjoying the sounds of good-natured bickering and monotonous keyboard-tapping coming from the other side of the room. He lays in bed for a long time, looking like he could murder the sun, but something catches his eye on the bedside table. It's a rectangular object wrapped in pink, bunny-patterned paper.] 

❀ Huh...? ❀ [Still half-asleep.]  ❀ Someone brought me a present? ❀ 

[He opens it up, and finds a photograph in a solid gold frame. The faces from his dream are looking back at him, and he breaks into a grin. The picture is familiar: a girl with a head-full of barrettes sits in a chair in the middle, surrounded by six boys-

Wait - six?] 

❀ Hey, I've never noticed this guy standing in the back! I wonder what he was doing in the Club room that day? ❀ [He shows the picture to his stuffed bunny, then giggles.]  ❀ He's really tall, ne, Usa-chan? ... I hope they're all doing okay at home. I really miss them...

... Hey, I have an idea - let's go see if the kitchen has any cake! ❀ [Shoves his feet into bunny slippers and runs off with his arms extended like an airplane, Usa-chan bobbing behind him.]

[ooc: forward-dated to Christmas morning, because I got totally stumped trying to actually write his dream.]  

♞ two.

[guyofgisborne]

[It is Guy's last night in the clinic. He's only partially healed from the injuries he recieved before being captured by the castle; however, there's no need for him to stay cooped up in the clinic forever. Tomorrow, he'll move to his room, and finally be able to explore the strange castle he's now forced to call home. Guy is both nervous and excited about it, and as such, he expects it will take him ages to fall asleep. However, he nods off almost as soon as he closes his eyes.

When he opens them again, he finds himself in Sherwood Forest. It's late Spring and the sky is a bright blue, littered with puffy white clouds. The sun is shining brightly, and a gentle breeze blows through the forest, rattling the leaves on the trees. The weather is neither too hot nor too cold - just one of those perfect days one wishes will never end.

Guy breathes deep, as relief washes over him. He is thrilled to be back in the forest - his home. Sherwood has always been special to him, though in recent years, he's only been able to look at it from a distance (unless he was chasing outlaws with guards in tow.) He could not take a leisurely walk in the forest because of Robin Hood and his gang, and even after becoming an outlaw, there was always a danger in roaming off alone. Now, though, things seem different. Guy senses no danger - only peace.

He sighs, touching the trunk of one of the nearby trees. He is dreaming - he is sure of it. If life has taught him anything, it is that things are rarely peaceful, or perfect. Guy shakes his head, knowing that soon, he will wake up, and his home will be gone. Desperately, he wishes for some way to capture it physically, so he might take it with him, even though he's certain it is futile.

Guy turns, and begins to walk down a familiar path. Sherwood will disappear, but he's determined to enjoy it while he can...]

[ooc: Guy certainly wouldn't say no to some company on his hike... :)]

sixty.

[fanassaults.livejournal.com]

[ This particular dream takes place in yet another room of the Amagi Inn. Yukiko is in her usual pink kimono for the job, bustling about the room to get things ready for their next customer. An older Japanese woman, her hair tied in an elegant bun, is also there: the two seem to be talking back and forth to one another, absorbed in conversation. ]

I think that's everything...hopefully Toriyama-san will be staying for a bit longer than intended. Father said we could use the money.

Ah, now, don't you worry about that, Yukiko-chan...we'll still have enough to get by and save for your education.

Mm. I'm a little worried, to be honest. The entrance exams for the universities we've been looking at are pretty strict...

[ The older woman pauses, the folds of her deep blue kimono rustling as she crosses the room to lay a hand on Yukiko's shoulder. The girl looks up, giving a little smile. ]

I know. I shouldn't worry. As long as I keep studying, and come back to inherit the inn...

That's right- you shouldn't worry about that at all. We know you'll do wonderfully, no matter what. We're already so proud of you.

Mother...th-thank you. That means a lot.

[ Hard to believe it's been nearly one and a half years since she's seen her. An impulse grips her, separate from the dream, and Yukiko moves forward to give her mother a tight hug. ]

Yukiko...what's wrong, dear? Is it that Hanamura boy again? If he's done something...

N-no, it's nothing like that. I just...really wanted to do that.

[ Her mother chuckles, and brings her arm around her daughter as the girl burrows further into her mother's embrace. ]

You're a fine woman, Yukiko, and your father and I are very proud of you. Never forget that.

Thank you, mother. Just... [ squeezu, asdnlf, trying not to cry. THIS IS HOME. ] Thank you.

( ooc: Heading off for Christmas now, since AUSTRALIA YEAHH, but this is open! Red is Yukiko, and blue is her mother. :> )

4 § I have something that I love long but my friends keeping telling me that something's wrong

[amplificate.livejournal.com]

[ The living room at the Forbes household is not how it usually is. It's - warm. There's a giant tree, decorated with lights and tinsel and there are actually presents sitting under it. Caroline comes down the stairs in her pajamas, her face lighting up. Behind, her mother embraces her. ]

Merry Christmas, Caroline...

[ The hug from behind is warm and Caroline closes her eyes, smiling. She's led down the staircase and Caroline sits on the couch, content with waiting to open presents. There's no hurry. ]

Matt is coming by soon, isn't he?

[ She doesn't even hear the name or acknowledge it. It's more like it's garbled through radio static. It's blurry, unclear and she doesn't care about that name, anyway. She has presents and her Mom. ]

I bought you a dress for the Lockwoods' party tonight.

[ Always parties. Caroline beams, laying back on the couch. The fireplace roars. She relaxes. ]

I'll go make us some hot chocolate and then we'll go open presents, okay?

[ ooc: Dream post. Feel free to jump into her dream anyway you wish. Knocking at the door, coming down the stairs, hell, break the window. It's her idyllic Christmas without knowing or acknowledging who Matt is. ]

020;

[imnotjenkins.livejournal.com]

[ usually there are three types of people you run into around Christmas: those who thought about gifts and planned ahead and got them over and done with, those that thought about gifts beforehand but were too lazy and wound up buying them last-minute.....

and idiots who realize Christmas morning that maybe they should think about doing something. Which is why Leroy is in the kitchen this morning just...trying to brew coffee and not look totally awkward. Bringing a chick breakfast in bed is just so...not...him.

so he's just muttering to himself like an idiot right now and running a hand through his hair ]

...The ground's all frozen outside right now, so it wouldn't matter either way... They'd just freeze an die.

Maybe a...weapon? [ ............. ]


[[ ooc; OPEN?? sdjfsk he's so retarded idek. INO HE'LL BE ON HIS WAY WITH COFFEE....SOON. EVENTUALLY. last post and I'm on hiatus for real now okay MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU HAD BETTER NOT TAG THIS 8| YOU PLAY WITH YOUR FAMILIES ]]

031

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

[Her Christmas dream had all been about having a family with Wash during Christmas time on Serenity, which was a bit of a disappointment when she finally woke up. However even if she couldn't have the family for now, there was still a Christmas wish that could be fulfilled for someone and keep her busy...]

( Serenity Crew + John and Spike Spiegel )

AND LATER, IN LORDAERON...

[lionbeforelambs.livejournal.com]

[As a contrast to Quel'thalas, Lordaeron is very obviously a medieval-structured, human Kingdom -- in fact, it stretches for spans, to the The Great Sea surrounding what would later be called the Eastern Kingdoms. Our adventure begins in Tirisfal Glades, outside the grand capitol of Lordaeron and its pristine palace.

Where Quel'thalas shone in reds and oranges, Tirisfal accented with greens and blues, the occasional pink flowering tree dotting the landscape. Further north from the palace lies scattered farms full of horses and other livestock, as well as several granaries stretching stories high. A lake lies in the center of it all, dubbed Brightwater Lake for its clear shimmering waters.

The palace doors are as open as any neighbor's, brilliant marble halls stretching to a meeting hall and then spiderwebbing off to various other chambers. Its courtyard is dotted with intricate pillars and statues of great heroes.

The air is brisk, though not frigid, enough to blow several strands of garland lightly against one another, but not enough to ring the great bell hanging just before the entrance. You've arrived during the human festival of Winter Veil, where Greatfather Winter invites all walks of life to celebrate in the joys of family and friends. Whether you come from the Alliance of Lordaeron, or are a visiting guest from a far away land, the Menethil line welcomes you to their home.

It seems even the aforementioned Royal Family itself is out and about mingling with their people. There is no shortage of laughter, homemade food, or goodwill.]

[ooc: Obviously backdated -- replies will be slow, but I promise they'll come! Hideously open, threadjacking encouraged, etc. Welcome to pre-fall Lordaeron.]

(no subject)

[studyyy.livejournal.com]

[This dream's setting is the Hearst Orphanage, Paris, pre-Akuma attack. There are a number of young boys and girls around, as well as the Mother Superior, who has a kind smile on her lips as she watches everyone, some of the children next to her. The children are all surprisingly well-behaved, sitting still and listening to Emilia read to them.

After a while, a faceless man (his face just hidden thanks to a convenient angle that never changes) arrives to join the group and stays there the entire time.]

≫ 023

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

Alexstrasza, Amagi Yukiko, Asano Rin, Legato Bluesummers, Cassandra Cain, Zelman Clock, Eris, Delta, Harvey Dent, Eleventh Doctor, Fifth Doctor, Gabriel, Erica Hartmann, Lois Lane, Lavi, John Marston, Tyki Mikk, MOMO Mizrahi, Noble Two, Asuka Langley Soryu, Johnny Storm, Nikola Tesla, and Freelancer York.

Your gifts are in the lobby.

[and in the lobby is one Yuki Nagato, sitting and reading a book. At her feet and next to her on the couch are a variety of unwrapped objects, including a large birdcage containing three pigeons, a motherfucking Gibson Les Paul (red), and a grecian amphora. There's also a few very large paper bags and one even larger cardboard box.

... And yes, that list of names is alphabetical according to last name when applicable.]

((Dated to the morning of the 25th :3c BACKTAGGING IS COOL SINCE I KNOW SOME PEOPLE AREN'T AROUND~~))

Eleventh Sip

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Maladict had enjoyed her dream immensely. The holiday made her feel desperately homesick (after all, when you're the only person in a place where your home world travels around on a turtle, it's easy to feel isolated) and the dream of home was much needed.

The Tenth Foot had relaxed in the Duchess and had a grand old time. Igorina had done...something with the food, Shufti had tried to make it better, Polly tried to intervene, then Jackrum did it better by shouting at everybody.
Tonker and Lofty had gone off to do the thing they do that the rest of the infantry try not to discuss (bedsprings went plink-plink-plunk), while Wazzer and Blouse tried to explain Hogswatch to Jade... even though explaining holidays to trolls is one of the single most difficult things in the history of the Disc. And Maladict watched it all, offering her own snippets of snark when she felt they were needed. Which was often.

The gift of the copy of the Times where the squad made first page, iconograph and all, was just as well received. It was nice to have a physical picture of the troop, rather than relying on just her memory. Gods, she missed them. They might be a rag-tag band of crazies, but they were HER rag-tag band of crazies.

There was one gift, however, that Maladict did NOT appreciate. And this is why she is currently stalking through the mansion, kicking in random doors, trying to find a certain red-haired smug vampire so she can kick him in his smug fangs]

Come on, I know you're here somewhere. Face it like a man!

[[ooc: Open to anyone in the mansion who wants to come across a pissy vampire stalking about, she doesn't exactly know which room Zelman stays in, so she's going by the process of elimination until she finds him]]

[ thirteen; ]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ Christmas Day dawns and Bruce... realizes he's missing a few days in there. Not much may have been said over the journals when everyone was shrunken, but it's enough to make him realize that the castle has been up to its usual mischief. Luckily for him, though, he didn't have any celebrations planned with the family, which meant he had time to wrap the very few amount of presents he was giving out to people and to finish writing the letters he'd started.

Sometime in the evening (it didn't take him all day, he was just waiting for the shadows in the halls to get longer) he moves out, dropping presents off at doors and looking rather uncomfortable as he wanders through the castle with shiny, wrapping-paper wrapped boxes in his arms. That whatever deities are out there that there's not many boxes.

But that wouldn't mean it wouldn't be somewhat embarrassing for him to be caught, all in black, though not in uniform, skulking through the shadows. And, hey, if you're on his list, means you get your present right then. ]


[ ooc| open in person and for backtagging, since today is christmas and most people won't be around until later. merry christmas, guys ♥ ]

One great gift

[waterproofed.livejournal.com]

[Percy had a great dream about being back in New York with his family and Annabeth, and to what did his eyes appear when he awoke?]

No way. No freaking way. That is beyond awesome! Tyson's shield! And it's all fixed and everything! Awesome present!

+75

[imnot_likeyou]

[so ... the castle threw a bit of a wrench into his Christmas plans. Not that he didn't love visiting Candyland and fighting the army of mice, and that nice Christmasland dream, but when Sam wakes up on CHRISTMAS MORNING, he feels incredibly under prepared.

He got no decorating done. He didn't organize a group to go caroling. HE DIDN'T MAKE ANY CHRISTMAS COOKIES.

Sam Winchester, however, is not one to be deterred. He is a Winchester, after all. It takes some help from the castle (desperate times call for desperate measures, after all), but eventually he has his bag of goodies, his book of Christmas carols, and is making his way through the halls of Paradisa dressed like this and singing at the top of his lungs ( ... and ... he really CAN'T). He's knocking on EVERY door with a nameplate on it, and singing them a song, before giving them a bag of Christmas cookies.

He is HIGH on the Christmas Spirit. Catch him now, before it all crashes tomorrow.]


[This is the last day of Sam's loss that I ... kinda failed at. But that's okay! Just put your room number in the subject line if you want him to knock on your door, or pass him in the hallway. He will be more than happy to talk to you. =D]

(no subject)

[luv8vul.livejournal.com]

Well, it's certainly been an interesting holiday season...

But, all things aside, it is that time. So Paradisa, let me be the first to wish all of you a "Merry Christmas."

(no subject)

[fiery-fist.livejournal.com]

[Adell has just woken up from his, rather weird, dream of a Christmas party. He's in his room (with a stomach ache from the candy), much to his surprise.]

How did I....? Did the castle bring me back here?

[The Demon Hunter gets up slowly but still manages to knock something over that had been resting on his bed-side table. Frowning, Adell picks up the small present, which was wrapped the same way all the ones in his dream had been. The card on it simply says "To Adell"  so he opens it and tips the objects out into his open hand.

They were a pair of golden weding rings and ingraved on the inside of each of them were two names that made Adell stare in shock.]

Serion....and Shura....?

[The journal only picked up silence after Adell spoke, besides a choking sound. When he speaks next, it's so quiet that the journal can barely pick it up.]

just this once...Marry Christmas, Mom and Dad.

[ooc: open post is open.]