Log: COMPLETE [Nightmare and Dreamgirl]

[sugar-and.livejournal.com]

When; This afternoon (Nov 5th)
Rating; Surely PG?
Characters; The Corinthian [bitingnightmare] & Paprika [sugar_and]
Summary; Are you dreaming? Am I awake? Two dream experts decide to meet in the waking world and have a chat. Or, perhaps, are you merely dreaming they did?
Log;


Apres her short yet sweet conversation with her Tall, Bright, and Teethy, Paprika pushed herself from the bench upon which she had been sitting and stretched lavishly. She had been dreaming, she had said-- which in some ways was true, but Paprika never dreamed her own dreams. That's what Atsuko was for, and Atchan wasn't here, and so she fell on double duty. Dreaming, waking.. Now she truly knew the difference between the two.

Skipping through the park, she paused to lean over the fountain and check her reflection. There her dark eyes looked back at her quietly, and for a long moment Paprika merely stood, thinking. Here, it seemed, she had no control over herself. The environment--that was a given. One did not enter dreams expecting to change the view. But without all that made her her, the world--this waking world--proved to be more frightful than she had imagined. "Ah, Paprika~! You'll be late!" she said to her reflection, allowing only a moment of regret that the image did not change, react, or move any differently than herself, before she shot off quickly for the cafe. Arriving (what she hoped to be) on time, she burst through the door and looked around hopefully.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

"It's a lot more fun when you just hang around cafés and take walks through the garden," he smiled in agreement then glanced to the butterfly exhibit gateway. "I'm usually at the Coliseum or down in the Casino," Cori nodded, having no real attachment to the letter C, it was plain coincidence.

"And you," he asked of the woman.

[sugar-and.livejournal.com]

Paprika paused at the butterfly doorway, her face stilling for a moment. Butterflies. Osanai had liked butterflies, hadn't he..

"Me?" Turning around to smile again, she shrugged. "I'd like to see the whole city. But I'd rather meet in your dreams~"

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry to disappoint; I don't dream," said the Corinthian as he plucked a cigarette from his pack and stuck it between his lips. It was a white Mild Seven. "But you're welcome to watch me work, just knock first."

[sugar-and.livejournal.com]

"Ah, I see~" It made sense. If he was a dream maker, then there was little cause for him to dream, right? Although the idea of someone making the dream, and not just the mind creating it, was quite out of her area of expertise.

"Well then, I'll just have to visit this work of yours? My dreams are Atsuko, so we can't meet there~ But this being Awake nonsense is dreadfully boring."

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

"You will if you dream," he smirked while puffing the smoke through all three of his mouths. "I can't say when though, that's up to you."

[sugar-and.livejournal.com]

"Oohhh~" she murmured, watching the smoke rise. Some people had all the fun, and here she was with no chance to show off. "When? When indeed! When I find I've missed you~" Laughing, she turned toward the exit-- she was getting tired, and figured it might be a good time to take a little rest...

"I'll drop by sometime soon, though. I'll make sure you recognize me." Paprika blew a kiss before hurrying off down the road, waving a hand over her head. "'Till next time~!"