Tea Party [Open]

[Cybele Renard]

It was a beautiful day for a tea party: the sky was overcast, the wind randomly switched between mild and blustery, and large objects were falling from the sky. Hatter loved the First Square. There area had an air of randomness and chaos that Hatter thrived on. For example, he had already been forced to move twice or risk being crushed. The second time, he had actually been struck in the head by debris. His forehead was bleeding, but he still had his top hat, so life was good.

Hatter was currently perched on top of a marble pillar. A small picnic basket and an ornate tea kettle sat on the pillar next to him. His cane was hooked into the handle of the basket and kettle so they would not blow away. Hatter cackled and held his arms out, “Come on world! Is that the best you’ve got? Try something more interesting!”

A frown suddenly crossed his face. He looked down at the tea pot and sighed. “Now why aren’t you finished yet? We may have guests arriving soon and there will be no tea. Unclearly acceptable…” Hatter picked up the tea pot and shook it. He opened the lid and peaked inside. After a moment, he put the tea pot back down on the pillar. “The tea isn’t even hot yet. Quite the mystery!”

Hatter tapped his chin with an index finger while he pondered. Then an idea and a small rock hit him at the same time. The rock bounced off his hat. Hatter caught it without looking. “World, I told you already: you can’t have my hat,” he smiled and placed the rock into the picnic basket. “But you are right. I know what’s missing.” He withdrew three tea cups from the basket. He carefully arranged them around the tea pot, “There, now tea should be ready in time for company.”

[aashongi]

Robin had been following a wild boar as it disappeared into the lush forest for half an hour now. The once alert arms that held a bow and arrow at the ready were now drooping listlessly on each of his side as he stepped into a clearing. He had clearly lost the boar. He was wondering now if he had really seen one or if it had just been a figment of his imagination and his hungry stomach.

As if in answer, his stomach grumbled. A loud one that made Robin look around to see if anybody was within hearing distance. When was the last time I've had something to eat? He asked himself as he spied a huge boulder not far ahead, and sat down to rest. He looked up at the sky to try and guess the time, but instead of the sun, one golden clock came falling down, hitting him square in the face.

"Dang Merlin's pants!" he cursed loudly as he rubbed his nose to ease the pain. He stood up and walked to where the clock had bounded, too, and stamped on it until it broke into pieces. And then his stomach growled once again. He needed something to eat.

He left the clearing and started walking north when he heard a voice. He searched for the source, and caught the word "tea" just as he found him. It? Her? He wasn't quite sure. "Hello there!" he called out. His eyes had zeroed in on the picnic basket, and he heard his stomach grumble one more time.

[Cybele Renard]

“Hello there!”

A guest had arrived! Hatter scanned the horizon, looking for the source of the voice. He saw Robin in the distance and waved. “And you were worried no one would show up. I told you they would. You need more than the two of us for a tea party.”

Hatter placed the tea pot and cups back into the basket. He picked up the basket, jumped down from the pillar, and made his way towards Robin. After a couple steps, he stopped. “Still not right…” Hatter took a step to his left and a table crashed to the ground next to him. “Perfect!”

Hatter placed the basket on the table and turned back to the approaching Robin. “Welcome, welcome. My name is Hatter, and this aparently is my table." He looked at the sky briefly, expecting some chairs to fall. When none did, Hatter shrugged and turned his attention back to Robin.

"You look thirsty! Let me get you a saucer,” He reached into the basket and withdrew a saucer and a crumpet. He placed the saucer on top of the crumpet and held it out to Robin. “The Tea will be done shortly, its still in the basket so I can’t serve it yet.”

[aashongi]

A tentative smile appeared on Robin's face when the other person acknowledged him. Food would not be far behind. He hoped this man would be gracious enough to offer him even just a morsel of whatever is in that basket of his. When the man spoke, Robin tried to see if there was anyone else with them for the other guy seem to be addressing someone else not him. But there was no one there. Or is there?

"Hello, I'm Robin Hood," Robin introduced himself after Hatter did. It was mighty convenient for a table to fall down from the sky at this moment. Robin couldn't have thanked the heavens enough. Bless the Hatter, too, for knowing this hunter's primary dilemma at the moment. Robin could already feel his mouth watering at the prospect of food.

However, an amused and confused look came over Robin's face when Hatter gave him a saucer and a crumpet. The former on top of the other. "Ohh---kay..." Robin didn't know what to say to that as he accepted the offered fare. "Thanks, I guess," he added as he stood there looking at Hatter.

A few uncomfortable seconds passed. Robin tapped his foot, and tried to let out a low whistle. "So...ummm...should we wait for the tea? Or can we eat ahead?" He was obviously clueless as to how to deal with this queer fellow. He had to watch himself, however, tread the ground carefully. He didn't want to lose this chance at filling his stomach.

[Cybele Renard]

“Robin Hood? It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Hatter bowed to Robin. “I must admit, I love your hat.” He took another saucer and crumpet out of the basket. “Please, please. Go ahead and eat. The tea will not be done for at least another minute.”

At that point, the basket began whistling. Hatter looked at it, puzzled. He tried hitting the basket but the noise didn’t stop. Shrugging, he opened the basket and removed the now whistling tea pot. “Guess I was off by a minute.”

Hatter withdrew three cups and a bowl of sugar. He poured the tea into the cups and placed one in front of Robin. He picked up his cup and held it as if toasting. “To randomness,” he said to no one in particular and took a sip of tea. Satisfied for the moment, he reached back into the basket.

“Please help your self. I was unsure how many guests I would have today, so I packed a lot of food.” Hatter withdrew a plate of various cheeses and a jar of jam from the basket. This was followed by a stack of crumpets and rolls. He picked up his crumpet and saucer.

“Honestly, I don’t see many people in this square. What is your mission my good sir?” Hatter dipped his saucer in his tea and took a bite out of it. He used the crumpet to catch the crumbs.

[michael]

The M Car sped through through the First Square, swerving dangerously as hazardous items of bizarre origin rained down from the heavens. As a grandfather clock came crashing down onto its thankfully closed sun-roof, the radio emmited a high pitched whine of 'pain'. It didn't really feel like the pain it felt as Michael, in the Waking World. It was like its computer was being hit by an EMP. But it couldn't stop now. Not unless it wanted to be squashed by meteorological furniture.

It saw a clearing in the forest of pillars up a head, and jammed on the breaks as it entered it, turning at the same time to perform a 180 drift. Its left side view mirror sharply rotated, much faster than a normal car.

The sight of Robin Hood would have puzzled most non-Somniums, but this was the Dream World, and the M-Car was experienced in non-sensical matters. He was very certain Robin Hood was student, as he doubted that a character who may have actually been real in the Waking World would turn out to be a dream Being. Then again, if what some students said was true, about the Dream World being just the same as any dream, that it was made up of their collective subconsciousnesses, then it would make sense for him to be there. But it didn't do to dwell on that sort of deep stuff in its opinion.

The other figure, a male if it wasn't mistaken, looked pretty gothic, and it could have been anyone, Dreamer or Dream Being. Whatever he or she was, they were drinking a cup of tea and munching on a piece of... crockery? It could use some tea though, and what's a tea party with two people? Contrary to what many believed, it did not run on petrol or diesel, and actually took in any fluid that had any chemical energy in it. That's what the science teacher had said when he asked as Michael.

It didn't have the energy to send a telepathic emssage, so it acessed it seemingly infinite supply of varied and obscure music and turned on Hungry, by Kathryn Scott, a christian singer. It cranked up the volume, skipped to the relevant part of the song, and lowered the windows. "Hungry I come to you, for I know you satisfy." the soft voice sang out through the windows.

(Hope you don't mind me posting this late on, I just assumed from the references to needing 3 or more that you wanted someone else ;D Oh and the song? i just put 'lyrics hungry' into google and it came up lol.)

[Cybele Renard]

For once, Hatter was completely speechless. He could only stare at the car in bemused wonderment. This was quickly becoming the best tea party he had ever thrown. “Bet you 20 Euros the car is a student.” Hatter ignored the voice in his head and glanced out of the corner of his eye at Robin. “You can see the car too, right? Tell me I’m not alone in my delirium.”

He tipped his hat to the car. “And I thought I had seen just about everything…” Hatter broke into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. Here he was talking to a car and about to offer it some tea. “I’m not Jesus, but I think I can satisfy your hunger.”

Hatter picked up the tea pot and walked to the car. He noted its large size and shape but couldn’t’ place the model. It was definitely some sort family or utility vehicle. He peaked into the windows just to confirm what he already suspected: the car was void of driver/passengers and seemed to be running completely on its own.

“I’ve only got unleaded tea. I was saving the diesel for a special occasion, hope that’s ok. Honk your horn if I just pour this in your gas tank…” Not waiting for a response, Hatter found the car’s gas cap and unscrewed it. He whistled to himself as he poured the contents of the pot into the car’s tank.


(I don’t mind at all, the more the merrier (and stranger ) The extra cups are for anyone who shows up and if no one did, Hatter would have just eaten them himself. I actually know that song. Had a lab partner who listened to Christian music non-stop...drove me nuts. )

[aashongi]

"I like your hat, too," Robin returned the compliment. Inwardly though, the Hatter's hat was too queer for his taste. He just shut his mouth and grinned. There's no point biting the hand that is feeding me right now.

A wider, more genuine smile flashed across his obviously hungry face when Hatter gave him leave to go ahead and eat. He all but jumped as the basket whistled and out Hatter took the teapot. He needed to get used to this fellow right here. He took a big bite from his crumpet, grabbed a cheese from the platter, and then stuffed it into his mouth. He took a roll, spread some jam over it, and rammed it into his mouth just after he swallowed the crumpet. He only nodded when Hatter offered a toast, smiling rather sheepishly at his pre-occupation. He was so busy eating, but still, he wish he could eat faster. His stomach was still grumbling like crazy.

He was halfway through chewing another crumpet when Hatter asked him what his mission was whilst taking a bite of his saucer. "Na mesha..." he managed to say with the food still in his mouth. He held out one finger to Hatter, and took a long swig from his cup of tea and swallowed, feeling the dampness in his eyes as the hot drink burned his throat.

Just as he cleared his mouth, just as he was about to properly answer Hatter's question, his ears caught the sound of a speeding car not far from them. It appeared out of nowhere. Robin sat there looking at the car, his eyes and mouth wide. "No, you're not alone, Hatter," he mumbled, still mesmerized at the sight of the car in the middle of the forest. Robin thinks he was in delirium anyway.

He watched as it careened to a stop beside them, and asked to be fed. Hatter had obliged, feeding it tea. "Best tea this part of First Square," he called out as he raised his cup to the car and to Hatter. "Drink and be merry, my friend. We've only just started," Robin added wondering if Hatter's tea was getting him just as drunk as a tankard of ale would.


(Yup, yup, yup. The more, the merrier.)

[michael]

M honked its horn when the man (or boy?) asked, but he had already began to pour the tea into its fuel cap.

It turned on the opening few lines of 'Like a Virgin' by Madonna gratefully as the tea gurgled into its fuel tank. It boiled slightly in the canisters, before giving it the boost it needed. The knob on the radio turned round slowly of its own accord, until its Waking voice, that of Michael Evans, came whining into audible frequencies. "Oh thanks so much guys! I've got to use music to speak when I'm low on energy. I'm the M-Car, by the way, I'm a student, but you can call me M when you're speaking to me." it explained, "So. You're Robin Hood I'm guessing, and you are..." it studied the dark one through the mirror, "..no I'm stuck, help me out."

As Michael spoke, the M-Car slowly reversed, backing into the side of the clearing, then accelerating forward it could face the others. Every passenger door sprung wide open invitingly. "Feel free to take cover inside, it looks like this could turn into a shower." The side-view mirrors rotated upwards to indicate the insane collection of objects now dropping at what now looked to be a denser rate.

(cheers ^.^)

[Cybele Renard]

"Best tea this part of First Square," That statement alone elevated Robin a couple notches in Hatter’s book. It was one of those days where flattery could get you anywhere. He tipped his hat to Robin in acknowledgment of the compliment and finished pouring the tea out of the pot.

He placed the gas cap back and returned to the table. The M-car’s explanation about music made perfect sense to Hatter; after all, how else would a car communicate if it was low on fuel. He placed the tea pot back in the basket and turned back to the car. “People, for lack of a more generic term, call me Hatter. So that must be my name.” he paused for a moment, contemplating. “Or must it…” he shrugged, not really caring any more.

Hatter glanced upwards at the car’s observation. “I think we should take the nice car’s advice, Robin.” As much as Hatter wanted to stay out in the hail of objects, many of them looked large or sharp. But first he needed to finish his tea. Hatter picked up his tea cup and sipped it, savoring the taste and moving out of the way of a falling chandelier. One should always make time for tea.

“Could you take the food?” Hatter finished his tea and plucked up the basket. He dived into one of the passenger seats and pulled the door shut. “Comfy” he said, approvingly. Hatter began emptying the basket again, placing some sandwiches, a bottle of wine, and another tea pot on the seat next to him.

[aashongi]

Robin nodded when the M-Car explained why he had to use music earlier to communicate. It made perfect sense to him. What didn't though was when the car said he was a student. How can a car be a student-- He stopped that train of thought to give the M-Car a slight bow when it acknowledged his name, and smiled when Hatter introduced himself.

The M-Car's offer for them to take refuge inside it was a very welcome one, and Robin didn't take any second telling. He took the rest of the food Hatter indicated, and then rushed towards the car and got in just as a grand piano landed where he had earlier stood. "That was a close call. Thank you, M-Car," Robin said as he settled opposite Hatter, placing the food in his hands on the same seat where Hatter spread his.

"Can I ask you something, M-Car?" Robin started after settling down, and taking a smaller bite of his crumpet this time. "You said earlier you're a student. Is there a school for cars around here?" he asked, his eyes darting between the steering wheel and the car stereo. Then he also turned to Hatter wondering if he had any idea what the M-Car was talking about.


(FYI. Zan doesn't know he's Robin Hood yet, and vice versa. He has no idea about the Waking World whatsoever...for now.)

[michael]

'Hello Hatter,' said Michael Evan's voice, when Hatter introduced himself. You're welcome he said, locking the doors to give an approving beep. 'Oh please, just call me M,' said Michael, when Robin thanked him, 'M-Car makes me feel like a superhero or vigilante.'

'You said earlier you're a student. Is there a school for cars around here?' asked Robin curiously.
'Oh sorry, I meant I'm a student when I'm Awake. I take it you're a Dream Being then. But you must have heard of Somnium Academy. All Six Squares are full of its students. It's a rather difficult concept to explain, so I suggest you ask a fellow Dream Being. That's odd though, I was almost certain you would be a student. Never mind it though; as I said, it's a complex thing to discuss, especially to someone who doesn't already know what it is. Oh look at me babbling, I'm probably using loads of that tea. So what were you two talking about before I arrived?' After the stereo fell silent, he flicked on some Dido, to give some ambience to the car, and hoped the next item of furniture to hit its roof wouldn't scratch the pink paint job too much.

[Cybele Renard]

Hatter took another bite out of his saucer while he listened to M explain about the school. He finished off the saucer and poured himself another cup of tea, “Every now and then I hear a voice in my head that talks about the school. I always thought it was just crazy. Or not even in my head. Maybe it was that bug I ran into a while back.” He shrugged. “Either way, Robin, there are other worlds than our own.”

Hatter raised his tea cup to his lips and took a sip. He stuck his tongue out in disgust. ”Too bitter…” He reached into the basket and produced a cup of sugar. He began placing spoonsfulls of sugar into the tea. The sugar quickly overflowed but Hatter kept piling it on.

“We were actually discussing other worlds before you arrived, M. Robin was telling me all about how caterpillars know the secrets of time travel.” His cup now completely covered in sugar, Hatter took another sip of ‘tea.’ ”Delicious.”

[aashongi]

A thoughtful look came over Robin as he listened attentively to the M-Car talk about students and Somnium and dream beings. He's right. It seemed rather complex. Then Hatter added that there are worlds other than what they have here. These thoughts seriously got Robin thinking.

He took another roll from Hatter's spread and dumped it into his mouth as he fell silent, thoughtful. "I do feel like there is another part of me somewhere, like I really don't live here at all," Robin mused to no one in particular. The thought about being a student somewhere was suddenly exciting and utterly interesting. "Thanks for the information, my good sirs," he added belatedly.

He couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips when Hatter mentioned about caterpillars and time travel. Was I really telling him that earlier on? Such a queer one, their host is. "And medieval knights in shining armor fighting for the hand of fair maidens, too," I piped in before stuffing another crumpet into my mouth.

[michael]

The M-Car's hands-free microphone listened intently to Robin speak about. 'Some of my friends from the other world say they can't control their actions here. Maybe you're a student really, but the bit from my world is just sitting around in your head watching? Sorry if that creeped you out a bit.'

It was glad when Hatter changed the subject, though the new subject was a bit odd, to say the least. 'Time travel and caterpillars? Chalk and cheese, as far as I'm concerned.' The words buzzed across its CPU in the form of thousands of circuits. Then Robin chimed in about knights and damsels, a subject that was definately a far cry from time-travelling bugs. 'So, umm, how are time travel and the Middle Ages related?' Michael asked uncertainly.

[Cybele Renard]

”Obviously, my good car,” Hatter finished off his ‘tea’ with a flourish, “they are related in exactly the same way that fish and the sunrise are.” Hatter gave Robin a friendly nudge of understanding. Of course, everyone knows how fish and the sunrise are related, so Hatter felt no obligation to explain himself.

He reached into the picnic basket once again and withdrew a small knife and jar of raspberry jam. Hatter picked up one of the sandwiches, examining it carefully. The sandwich met his approval so he began to carefully apply jam to the outside of the bread.

“May I ask you something, M?” Hatter finished putting jam on his sandwich and looked out the window. The storm seemed to be getting worse; the objects raining from the sky were growing in size by the minute. Normally, this would make Hatter quite happy, but he was considerably smaller than the car was. “Are you able to transport us to a different part of the square? Depreservation being what it is and isn’t after all.” A particularly large statue of a moose crashed to the ground outside Hatter’s window, as if emphasizing his nonsensical point.

[aashongi]

Robin made a zipping gesture on his mouth when M asked how time travel and the Medieval times are related. Hey, I'm just playing along, he thought to himself. Then Hatter saved him from M's question. He just nodded in agreement when Hatter nudged him, and sipped his tea, a little too slowly, so he would have an excuse not to talk just yet. He was still hungry after all. How many bread have I gobbled up off so far? He had lost count.

He watched as Hatter took a jar of raspberry jam from his picnic basket and started spreading it outside of his bread. Robin leaned to look into the basket to see what else is in there, but then decided to just try out the jam himself.

When Hatter asked M to take them some place else, Robin nodded his head vigorously. "You wouldn't mind, would you, pal?" he asked. He had seen the massive statue of the a moose land just a few inches away from the car. "Things like that could ruin more than just your paint job," he remarked, a hint of pleading in his voice. He wouldn't want to think about anything else bigger dropping right on top of them.

[michael]

At Hatter's ridiculous statement about fish and the sunrise, the M-Car's Logic & Arithmatic unit silently buzzed 'Error', and it decided against responding.

In responce to their request, Michael's voice answered, 'You know, it would've sounded much better if you'd said "Step on it," or "Let's get out of here bitches,' he said jokingly, as the clutch slowly moved down, 'Whatever.' And in the very last fracton of the ending syllable, every seatbelt, as if magicked by some unseen force, whipped up and around their seat's capacitor, and into it's corresponging buckle. 'Let's roll', spoke his voice again with thriller-worthy coolness, and the accelerator slammed down.

The M-Car was travelling again, never going straight forward for a second. 'This storm's getting ridiculous now,' it 'thought' as a king-sized bed crashed just where the Car would have been, if it had not jerked the axle to the left, applying a large amount of G-Force to the passengers. The bedpost caught the bonnet, knocking off the gleaming badge of the letter M. According to the built in compass, they were headed North-Rabbit, maybe North-Rabbit-Rabbit. Great. Yay for Dream directions. The tea was starting to run dry.

Then something beyond a joke happened. A house, small, but still a house, was slowly falling from the sky. Or maybe it was shooting down at comet velocity, and pure terror was slowing the M-Car’s perceptions. ‘HOLD ON!’ Michael’s voice shouted, and a grinding sounded from the car’s inner workings that was somewhat akin to screaming. The speedometer was almost at the max now, jerking violently into the red area. The engine was hotting up. The car shot off through the pillar forest, and if it were not for four years of experienced driving through the Dream World’s insane environment, it would surely have crashed into one of the white pillars at high-speed.

Soon, the pillars began to thin, and the car reached the rough edged of the First Square. It was here than the semi-detached Victorian residence came crashing down, just metres behind them. Wood and stone was sent spinning in every direction, in particular a large brick that smashed through the car’s rear window. ‘Duck!’

Suddenly, the car came crashing to a stop, tires grinding as Michael slammed down the breaks of his Dream Form. I say Michael did this a particular reason; in that moment, full of emergency and fear for his friends, the boy gained full consciousness and control of the Car. The car had stalled, having finally run out of fuel, and a huge jolt had been applied to the car and its passengers, made greater by the breaks being used.

‘Oh Lord, I need a break now.’

((Sorry that took so long, I've been neglecting Michael recently))

[Cybele Renard]

“Lets get out of here bitches?” Hatter asked as the car picked up speed. “What an odd turn of phrase. I will have to remember that for the past.” Hatter absently played with his seat belt as he enjoyed the ride. The random application of G-Force was much to his liking. “You know you’re heading North-Rabbit-Rabbit, right?”

Although he would never admit it, he was a little disappointed that M had managed to avoid the falling house. He did value his life, though, so in the long run, it was probably a good thing. Probably. When the car came to a screeching halt, Hatter applauded and patted the headrest in front of him. “Marvelous show, what a marvelous show indeed.” He unhooked his seat belt and examined his surroundings.

“You, my good car, are a genius. This is exactly where I did not want to be. How wonderful!” Hatter laughed with anticipation. It was always an adventure when you started where you did not want to and ended where you were not expecting. He opened the door to the car, grabbing the bottle of wine, the brick that had flown through the rear window, and another sandwich.

“Cheers to you!” Hatter made his way to the fuel tank again and poured most of the bottle into M. When the bottle was almost empty, he pulled it out and resealed the gas cap. “And this is where I depart our merry band. The voice in my head says thank you, as do I.” Hatter bowed deeply to M and Robin, sweeping his hat off in the process. For reasons unknown, he held the bottle of wine above the hat. The wine proceeded to empty in to the hat.

Returning the hat to his head, Hatter turned and began to walk away. “Until we meet again, my friends...” He waved over his shoulder. “Remember the secret word is Aardvark.” And with that pearl of wisdom, Hatter vanished behind a pillar. He reappeared briefly, juggling the brick and sandwich, then vanished again into the mists.

[aashongi]

It had been quite a ride. Robin Hood had never been so madly jostled in his entire life. Well, he had never exactly ridden on a car before, so this was something new and exciting. Frightening but exciting nevertheless.

He had held his breath as the M-Car maneuvered the thick forest trying its best to avoid the falling objects. Objects big and small. Like that Victorian house that came out of nowhere and missed them by inches.

He didn't care where they were going. North Rabbit or North Rabbit Rabbit as what the Hatter said, it didn't matter to Robin. As long as they find some place that isn't raining with anything that was going to kill them, he'd be fine.

"Yes, truly amazing. Thank you," he echoed the Hatter's compliments and climbed out of the car after him. He felt lighthead and dizzy. Riding on a horse was not this nauseating, he said to himself as he sat on a patch of grass nearby trying to catch his breath, and to make the world stop spinning.

He gave Hatter a curt nod and a wave when he bid his goodbye and disappeared into the mists. Then he turned to the M-Car. "You're in bad shape, my friend. Is there any way I can help?" Robin offered as he eyed the broken rear window of the car. It looked rather out of it, and Robin couldn't help but worry.

[michael]

The M-Car was now in a bit of a state. The once vivid pink exterior was now tarnished to a dull salmon, and had been scraped of in many an area. Small dents littered the roof of the car, some of whose perpetrators were still resting inside: a carriage clock, the remains of a piggy bank, and what appeared to be a squirrel... A huge dent at the fromnt from that king bed had knocked off the M emblem (try saying that ten times faster) and the bumper, and almost taken out the radiator grill.

The dilipated Car just managed to catch Hatter's congratulatory words, and feebly groaned an attempt at 'you're welcome'. Unable to protest, the madman began to pour wine into his fuel tank. Doubtless it would have an effect soon. Hatter walked away with some more of his nonsensical crap, then vanished. Then reappeared. Then vanished.

At Robin's comment on his state, M replied, with phenomenal effort: 'Just a bit... I think i'm beyond repair now- Don't worry! I'm a Somnium student, this isnt the end. You could call it an afterlife I guess, but it's a bit different to me. The Dream World is more of an... 'outer-life' to me. I'll be back. And you better be waiting for me with some tea.' And with that, as the car's engine ground to a halt, there was something uneseen, something intangible in the air, that had the M-Car been a humanoid, it probably would have been smiling in defeat.

(( *dies of shame* OH NOOOOoo SORRRY I BEG FORGIVENESS OF YOU GUYS I have been dead dead dead with roleplaying for the last liike month! *headdeskheaddeskheaddesk* I thoguht it would be best if I killed him off, just to save you guys from my PHENOMENAL INCOMPETENCE! Toodles ))