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Three - Dream

Jan 13, 2010 08:44

The dream is occupied by two very specific people. Thelma herself, and a blonde girl who is, most definitely not Emille. There is a bed, and frilly underthings, and touching not appropriate for a G-rated audience ( Read more... )

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justcautious January 13 2010, 16:23:02 UTC

Chris is walking down the endless corridors and passages of someone else's dream when he opens a door and stumbles into Thelma's. He's not so much of a div that he doesn't figure out something interesting's going on on the bed but it does take him a bit longer to figure out that it's two women.

It's not that his sensibilities are offended but... Actually, not really offended at all. It's birds. There's nothing to be worried about cos looking at two lezzies doesn't make him gay. ...though if this is someone else's dream, maybe Chris should leave. But his eyeballs and the rest of him just don't seem to want to work that way. All right, not his eyeballs at all. Significantly lower doesn't want him to leave.

He stands arrested in the doorway, hand still holding the doorknob, mouth gaping slightly.

Oh dear.

[ooc: Er. Sorry. Have some 1973 misogyny and general un-PC-ness. D: WILL DELETE IF THE LITTLE RAT IS UNWELCOME.]

deadlesbian January 14 2010, 00:54:41 UTC

Thelma isn't so occupied that she can't tell when someone else is suddenly there.

She pauses, looking over and looking generally displeased.

"...what the hell?"

justcautious January 14 2010, 01:10:04 UTC

Alright, now this feels more like one of Chris' dreams. Any minute, now, he's going to get smacked. And then maybe his Year 8 Maths teacher will show up and start angrily lecturing him on his homework.

"Sorry, miss!" he stammers. He makes to run back through the door but the other dream has disappeared, now, and the doorframe is filled with blackness. Quickly shutting the door in a panic, he spins back around to face Thelma. "I didn't mean to...to intrude, honestly!" It would probably help his case more if he'd stop staring at her breasts.

deadlesbian January 14 2010, 01:15:26 UTC

"Right, let's start with the part where you're intruding at all," Thelma said. She held a finger to Cassie's lips, hushing her for the moment.

"Ghost?"

That was how she'd gone into dreams, back in her own world.

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eastwick_bitch January 13 2010, 18:53:16 UTC

Consider Nancy to be suspended in the air, watching thoroughly confused.

deadlesbian January 14 2010, 00:57:08 UTC

For a second disturbance, Thelma thinks at least this one is more her style. She peers up, and frowns, cutting Cassie off mid-kiss.

"...And you are?" she greets.

eastwick_bitch January 14 2010, 21:14:43 UTC

"Nancy," is her reply. She's still preoccupied by this scene laid out. Well, seeing as she doesn't know this person. It can't be her dream.

Girl making out. Awkward.

She remains just floating in the air.

deadlesbian January 14 2010, 22:16:20 UTC

"Thelma," she said, making a little face. "Well, at least you're prettier than the last one."

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bass_on_fire January 13 2010, 19:27:07 UTC

Emille was, in fact, there. Of course, that wasn't her intention. In the vortex, she simply started opening any door which would lead to an exit.

Normally, Emille would be there, with Thelma, performing that mutual act. Always with love. But seeing what she saw in front of her proved to be difficult on her heart. She had to remind herself that it was only a dream. Hardly real. But dreams are secret, not meant to be shared like this. If she'd heard about the dream, she would but shrug and smile. "Only a dream, right?'

Seeing it in front of her, however, was a very different experience. Overwhelmed, she couldn't stop herself from speaking.

"... Thelma?"

Emille regretted that very softly spoken word, and silently prayed no one took notice of her.

deadlesbian January 14 2010, 01:00:28 UTC

That was a voice Thelma definitely recognized. She stopped, wondering if this was just another deviation of the dream.

"Emille?" she said, sort of stuck in the compromising position.

bass_on_fire January 14 2010, 01:07:20 UTC

Crap. Thelma saw her. She didn't know whether she should run or yell or cower or what. So, when the chips were down, she apologized.

"S- Sorry. I-- I'm totally not here--"

Her curiosity was starting to get the best of her. Emille wanted to know who the other woman was. Guessing was easy, but there was still no telling right off. Her feet carried her backwards, back toward the door to the vortex.

"Just-- go back to, er... whatever. That you're doing."

Poor choice of words, Emille.

deadlesbian January 14 2010, 01:12:47 UTC

Thelma frowned a bit, and sort of... pulled the covers over Cassie who protested with a yelp.

"Look, I know that tone of voice and that is the 'I'm going to pretend this isn't a big deal' voice and we might as well discuss it even if this is just a dream, right?"

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sitaronthewater January 14 2010, 05:39:13 UTC

He enters this dream, and instead of having to look around a bit to get everything sorted out, he finds it quite obvious this time. This was definitely different than the stuff he did during the mistletoe curse. There was a lot more touching, for one. And a lot less clothing, too. Huh. Weird.

Oh, wait, but that probably meant that they were dating or something, and they didn't like when they were watched, right? "Uh, I should probably leave, huh?" And as the words leave his mouth, he realizes- hey, she's familiar! "Wait- Thelma?"

[OoC: Congrats! Have a guy who is possibly the most unphased by sexual things ever.]