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(((Optional as always) Effects: Mild annoyance, being unimpressed with no real interest, and then he's just squicked and definitelyannoyed.
Notes: It is entirely up to you whether your character sees anything on the laptop screen at all, and to what degree they can make it out, and ditto for the sounds that go with it. (Maybe a viewer can be totally disappointed that they saw/heard nothing but lame music, despite Harley's reaction to it?) The game here is, don't name the thing that squicked Harley. Why? Because one, it's like the Room With A Thing game: you can refer to it all you want, so long as you don't get specifically descriptive enough to narrow it down. And two, I have no idea what it is yet that disturbed him, so I'm just going to leave it open. XD All I know is, it very much isn't "vanilla."

Also, Harley's missing his black Atma mark on the back of his left hand in this dream, and it's in first-person view as always. ♥

Warnings: Mild language. SFW?))

In his hand was a plate full of nachos. Yellow, textured shapes stuck out here and there from below a mass of re-fried beans, chili, a layer of melted, yellow cheddar cheese, and more jalapenos than most people would dare pile up on any dish. Way more. Ah, delicious, delicious jalapenos. He managed to work a chip up from the pile, pepper slices somehow managing to stay on top of it as he did, while he opened the door. His elbow, holding a plastic bottle of soda to his side, managed to push the handle down, and then his shoulder to pushed it in.

He paused at the sounds from inside the room, chip not even in his mouth yet.

It was a warehouse, a big, high place with fluorescent lights above that didn't quite reach every area, and long work tables below that seemed as though they did. Things littered the tables, power tools and spray paint cans, wires and cans and jars of whatever it was -- more paint? -- and foam and pieces of plastic that were being cut up and put back together in different ways, though it was hard to tell just what they were being turned into right now. A handful of people were gathered around one of the tables, all watching a laptop's screen. And then there were the sounds... from somewhere a bit above and to one side of them, from a point in the darkness of the area by one wall of the warehouse, the porno's soundtrack, bad music and people--

"God, you guys. That is so wrong. Isn't this like... the hundredth time or something? Can't you at least put on something else? I've got to work here too." He sighed, pausing as he looked at the chip in his fingers; the peppers had slid off, back onto the pile on the plate. He made his way to one of the other tables to set the soda and nachos down beside what looked to be a cross between a giant mantis-type bug and a turtle, glossy and black and... still being painted, it looked like, the carapace on its back a dull, flat, dark gray thanks to the layer of primer it sported.

"Why don't you take a break and come watch it too?" This, from one of the guys at the laptop.

"I've got a girlfriend, you know." He sat down on the stool, in front of the bug... thing... and nudged peppers back onto his chip with a finger.

"Oh, that's right. She won't let you watch this stuff, huh. Sorry, man."

He rolled his eyes, sucking the drop of jalapeno juice off his fingertip. "See, this is why you'll never get laid, Mike." The previous speaker, Mike, and a couple of the others simply laughed at that. "Mark my words. You're never going to get laid. Ever. You will die a virgin."

"You are such a wuss. I bet you haven't even seen this one before. Who knows... you might actually like it."

He paused, eyeing Mike, the guy sitting directly in front of the laptop. The look he got back was sincere enough, though something in the back of his mind hinted that he ought to be wary. It was Mike, after all. "Why, what is it?"

"Come find out, wuss." Mike simply turned his attention back to the screen again.

A sigh -- but he shoved the chip and its peppers into his mouth, standing up and grabbing his soda as he headed to where they were gathered. He opened it without looking, though not due to the spice... it was something to do while he watched over their shoulders, eyebrow raised. This was what held their interest? Lame. He waited a pause while he swallowed, before speaking up again. "Those are totally fake."

Mike didn't even look back at him. "They are not."

"Are too."

"They are not."

"In case you somehow forgot, I work with the stuff. I know silicone when I see it. They're fake."

A snerk from someone else who was watching with rapt attention. He raised the soda up, about to take a drink, but something on the screen caught his attention, and he turned away, making a face. "Whoah. Dude. If that's your thing, that's your thing, but damn. Warn a guy first, all right?"

Mike only laughed in reply, hard enough to confirm that earlier suspicion, about how honest the suggestion had (or hadn't, in this case) been, while a few of the other viewers looked to be trying to figure out how to react still themselves.

"Cannot. Un. See." He made his way quickly to the other side of their table, and reached for a device on the back of the laptop, unplugging it from the headphones spot.... and suddenly, the sounds from their video cut out entirely, from what was now behind and above him, in the shadows. "You can keep your bad porn; I'm putting on some real music." He headed back to his table again with it, looking to a small stereo that sat just to the side.

"Aw, man... you're no fun."

"Music, dude. Music." He said something else, but the dream ended, and it was lost.

*snuffs, peeking up confusedly from his heap of pillows and blankets, not sure what to make of any of that yet.*


*yeah, no comment. So lost here. And so very, very disturbed.*

Date: 2010-07-08 01:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carpo-vita.livejournal.com

Peculiar. He remembers Harley, Harley who was confused and unfamiliar with his MP3 player. He spoke to Argilla in the past too, and they were people who were from a completely different world.

Yet this dream seems completely normal to someone who's lived in the 21st century. Even when Somarium's technology level resembles that of his world, the interactions Harley had with his friends here sure are not life-threatening, unlike the peeks he's already gotten of the Junkyard from both cannibals. What would this mean?]


Date: 2010-07-08 08:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*a pause. Oh, right. Right, his comm-- er, Dreamberry was on his nightstand, and it-- it....*

*....it always broadcast weird stuff like this.*


*Crap. Now he's vaguely embarrassed, too, though he's... not really sure why he is.*

*peeks over at the little device, quiet*

....Minato, right?

....hi again.

Date: 2010-07-09 10:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carpo-vita.livejournal.com
[Haha no worries he won't make it worse. He just nods with a light smile.]

Yes. Good morning. Are you alright? [He still looked pretty agitated. Did he understood what he dreamed?...]

Date: 2010-07-10 04:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*well... disturbed, anyhow. Whatever that was, it was gross.*

I... think so. I didn't get turned into anything this time. *mumble* That's always a plus....

That didn't wake you up or anything, did it?

Date: 2010-07-11 09:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carpo-vita.livejournal.com
I don't think that anyone can be this unlucky. [His face is impassive, but gray of his eyes shone.]

No, it did not, but thank you for the concern. [A short pause.] Do you know what that was, Harley-san?

Date: 2010-07-11 10:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
You'd be surprised.

*killed in the Junkyard after Crud Happened, turned into an itty little Shetland pony in Som, more (mis-)adventures and-- he's not entirely sure about his luck here, even though it has thrown some nice things his way.*

*a little pause while he tries to figure out how to answer that. Minato obviously didn't just mean a dream, because that much was already beyond obvious. Which means... something in it. Probably the obvious thing.*

Besides "gross?"

*quiet a sec again, hugs the pillow under him, burying the lower half of his face behind it. It still disturbs him.*

That was that... sex stuff. Wasn't it?

*more lost than ever as to how Naomi could claim that it was "wonderful," having seen that now.*

Date: 2010-07-13 08:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carpo-vita.livejournal.com
Only if I allow myself to be. [Not maliciously or teasingly: he means it, in a 'glass is half-full if you want to see it half-full' sort of way.


Mm. [He nods. This isn't so much of a touchy subject, for any teenager of the modern ages. He himself had no interest, but he can understand that others would. Also going by the posters that Junpei had in his room, he wouldn't be surprised if his friend had a hidden stash of magazines and videos relating to that somewhere too.] The people in your dream were watching pornography. [...How to say this.] It's a form of entertainment. [It sounded very, very silly, but it's still true.]

Date: 2010-07-13 08:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*he's not going to argue that point!*

No... playing with the dog or watching Rise get up on stage... that's entertainment. That stuff they were watching in that dream was just... *makes a face* ...disgusting.

*he reaches up to beside the Dreamberry, finally taking note of a little thing beside it... a plushie toy of what looks like his own demon form. Or a lil glass figurine of it, if that's what the moon cycle thing demands. He'll be looking that over for a moment, while he tries to think of something to add to that statement*

*quiet* I can't believe I dreamed about that.

*finally peeks back up, having thought of something* Do most people dream about people and... stuff... that they don't really know about?

Date: 2010-07-15 08:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carpo-vita.livejournal.com
That depends on the individual. [He gives a light nod, and doesn't pursue it.]

...I'm curious about that too, honestly. From what I've gathered from both you and Argilla-san, the Junkyard is nothing like Earth. What you've dreamed, however, is a scene that's very typical of someone who's lived in the modern era. Dreams sometimes make no sense, but they should always be about elements that we're familiar with. [And if it was just porn, then maybe Harley accidentally found one here or something despite what he's saying, but the MOST intriguing part wasn't that. It was the interactions and ALL the other elements, the earphones, laptops, the mention of silicone, and people behaving like PEOPLE - how can anyone dream of that, when they haven't experienced anything like it? Unless Harley hanged out with people like that here, which he seriously doubted.

...So yes, a mystery indeed this is, :|a]
Edited Date: 2010-07-15 08:35 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-07-15 10:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*He can agree with that. Different people, different preferences? Sure. Just have a little nod back, and no further comment. Don't mind the brief look on his face at the idea that people like whatever it was in that dream that'd grossed him out.*

Yeah. The Junkyard's really different from Somarium... and what I've seen in a lot of other people's dreams here too. And it seems like that's how it goes for most people, what they dream about and all... but I know I've already had a few that just... they don't make any sense at all to me.

*Sighs, looking back down to the clear little figurine, fiddling with it while he figures out how to phrase things* There were people in them, like that Mike guy, and this lady, Sydney... but I didn't meet them here, and I'm pretty sure they weren't in my Tribe, back in the Junkyard, either. And then there was this one I had about chocolate... I dreamed about cutting up this one candy bar. And then I found what looked like it here in Somarium, right? And I opened it up, and it really did look like that inside. And those were never in the Junkyard.

*Pulls the pillow down under himself a little more, so he's a little more upright again, eyeing Minato on the screen. He doesn't understand this, but he's trying to. It's like there's something he knows he should know, but he just doesn't know what it is, and he's studying the other's expression a little, hoping to see some sign that the teen understands at least what he's getting at. As often as these dreams start making him doubt what he thinks he remembers, it seems at least some sort of consolation, for someone to understand why he's so confused.*

I've never seen a place that looked just like that. And I would've remembered if I'd tried whatever that food was, too. I think I want to go down to the store today and find those now, so I can try them for real.

And I know there was something sort of like that in some of Jinana's dreams too. I mean... stuff that wasn't in the Junkyard. Like people that had... black hair. *some fleeting, odd look again -- even if he's been seeing it on some of the people here in Somarium, it doesn't make it seem any more normal, somehow.*

*quieter* I'm so... sure I've never met those guys. But it feels I should know them anyway. I don't get it.

Date: 2010-07-20 07:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carpo-vita.livejournal.com
[He listens and watches Harley intently, though he stays quiet until the other is finished talking. He may look passive, but his eyes were attentive.]

If it's as you've described, then... I think that you have already experienced a normal life before, despite the fact that you now seemed to have forgotten it all. As unlikely as you may think this is, what you've dreamed of are too precise and accurate for it to be just coincidences.

[He pauses.]

Have you tried remembering? [The odds may be low, but it's worth a shot.]

Date: 2010-07-27 10:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Remembering what, exactly? About those people in my dreams, or... the stuff that was going on?

*A little hesitant* I've sort of been trying not to. I always end up thinking about those monsters killing me, and... I really don't want to remember that any more.

((prod me, please. D: ))


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