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[caughtthebullet]

The dream seemingly doesn't feature its own dreamer, but rest assured, Adrian Veidt--Ozymandias--is watching from behind the fragile glass. He'll recognize anyone who doesn't belong and keep his old friends from harm.

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[adamantined]

I have no words.

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[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

I have no regrets.

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[adamantined]

I don't even know WHO YOU ARE ANYMORE.

[inmyothertights]

[He is floating over the dream]

Wow.

I don't think I'm gay enough for this.

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

[You weren't even born yet, boy. But that aside, the warehouse itself suffers the sound of a circuit breaker on the fritz. Everything darkens in half a second until Billy is floating in blackness. Will he continue to wander or will he stay?]

[inmyothertights]

[Oh, crud. He floats around a little, looking for any source of light]

Hello? Anyone? Ted?

[It goes quiet and there's a popping noise as Billy makes an orb of light in his hand]

What's next, Karma Chameleon?

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

[Do you really want to go there, Billy? Well fortunately the orb of light works and just on the edge of it is a face in suit but without the mask. SURPRISE. The blackness turns to light again to show an empty warehouse, both dancers missing and the music stopped.]

[inmyothertights]

[Billy yelps and he looks around when the lights go back up]

Uh. The only song I really know from the eighties is Opposites Attract.

....I think that was the eighties, anyway.

Hello?

Why hello there, my favourite music video ever

[justcautious.livejournal.com]

The song is easily recognisable and the singers sound familiar. Chris steps cautiously around the side of a building, peering at the dancers. Hold on! Mick Jagger and David Bowie?! He quickly retreats back out of sight. They are far too famous to be interacted with! ...but surely he'd remember it if they'd ever done a duet? He supposes that must be what makes it a dream.

[ooc: ...I don't know, is this right? How is he meant to be interacting with this dream? I just couldn't resist cos his fandom is 'Life on Mars'.]

your taste is impeccable

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

While Chris is looking in, perhaps he catches a flash of antiqued gold and purple, perhaps not. The point is, when Chris retreats he is treated to the presence of Ozymandias, dressed in full suit though he lacks the mask. Adrian is slowly understanding the curiosity that is this most intrusive curse.

"Sir," he greets but it's less of a greeting and more an expression of awareness; this man is on Adrian Veidt's territory. That's when the music stops, both Mick and the Duke taken out of the scene effortlessly as dreams often allow.

[ooc: This works just fine, lol 'vintage' canons |D]

[justcautious.livejournal.com]

Oh bugger, he's really done something wrong this time, hasn't he? Chris' eyebrows rise at the sight of the man in gold and purple, the cape nudging at something in his subconscious.

"Oh, blimey, sir, I'm sorry," he says feelingly. "I didn't mean to intrude, like. I just don't seem t'be able to avoid it today. Um. Tonight." His subconscious finally manages to get through to him and he adds, "Are...you another Emperor or sommat, or...or are you a superhero?" DC Chris Skelton, Ladies and Gentlemen, avid reader of comic books, girlie mags and not much else!

[ooc: Is it meant to be movie!Ozy or are you just using him for icons?]

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

"You're not the first," Adrian replies, a little amused by Chris' reaction. "It may be citywide, a curse," he adds, gloved fingers rubbing his chin in thought. The rubbing stops when the other man says the S-word. After 'Emperor' too...how intriguing.

"Where I'm from they're called masks." He watches Chris coolly then nods once, "Adrian Veidt. Ozymandias." The ancient Ramses is surely on par with an emperor.

[ooc: It's Movie!Ozy, I actually couldn't stand Adrian in the comic heh.]

[justcautious.livejournal.com]

"Chris Skelton," says Chris, only pausing a moment before adding "Detective Constable." He smiles. "Nice to meet you, sir. I guess this does seem like a curse. Sort of...curse-style. Um, is Ozy...is Ozyman-sommat your secret identity?"

[2ndnightshift.livejournal.com]

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

[You, Dan, get the ominous voice over the intercom.]

Begin shutdown.

[Both men are deleted from the scene in classic special effects that would make Zemeckis proud.]

Dan.

[2ndnightshift.livejournal.com]

Yes?

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

Do you have any ideas about this...curse.

[Is he enjoying the ominous voice effect? You bet.]

bon, you win the internets.

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Dawn's been wandering in and out of dreams; it only took her the first one to figure out the curse. She can't find her way back into hers, but after the wallpaper of doom and that weird one about the dancing otters, this is a welcome change.

"Giles liked that song. I caught him listening to it once, and he made me promise not to tell anyone. Especially Buffy." She's not sure who she's addressing, but just watching without saying anything seems impolite. "I always thought David Bowie looked like he was magic. It could be the monks making me watch Labyrinth a lot in fourth grade talking, though."

hehehehehehe

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

"Why would he keep it a secret, I wonder," Adrian asks, clearly addressing Dawn who he now steps up to stand beside her. Familiarizing himself with this curious form of lucid dreaming didn't take long. Unlike with the others, he lets the pair's performance continue for Dawn, as long as she doesn't interfere.

Oh by the way, Adrian's in costume. Yes the suit has nipples, gosh.

/bows down I AM NOT WORTHY

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

"I think it was the potential of disrespect. Plus Spike calling him words I wasn't supposed to repeat on pain of being jammed in a coalbin. They really should have just found a babysitting agency, or something." Dawn watches the performance quietly, smiling, after glancing sideways once to put face to voice.

...Well, now her ducky pajamas seem downright formal.

"This curse isn't that bad. This is a curse, right?" She frowns. "I hope I didn't kill my brain with that spell, and this is the fallout."

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

He...finds the people Dawn calls company very...interesting.

"It's a curse," Adrian confirms though he has no proof, other than perhaps his ability to manipulate time and space in his own dream. Of course, he won't try to change Dawn out of her PJs into jeans and a shirt. That would just be creepy.

"I'm a little insulted you'd think I'm just a figment," he counters but his tone lacks all sense of being truly offended.

[fatespoken]

[ This is Amory unfortunately and coincidentally stepping into this eighties' nightmare, and turning round to take the same door out. ]

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

[No. The door shuts with Adrian standing right in front of it. Say goodbye to Bowie and Jagger too, they are, after all, only Adrian's perception of them.]

Still interested, I see.

[fatespoken]

[ What was scary had just transformed into creepy, nippled bodysuit screaming obsessive Classics major and all. But he wasn't here to argue with the man - not even to mock him as he had set out to do just a few days ago. He just wants out, the glower on his features establishing that]

No. When you're forced to wander, you have little choice of where you land. [ And it's true. ] I had and have no plans to stay here.

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

You'll have to leave through the other end. There's no revolving door in dreams.

[Adrian, dressed as Ozymandias and equally unflappable, nods to a single exit door at the other end of the set. It's not too long a walk, that is if Amory can make it without looking back. If he does or doesn't is what interests the blond.]