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[deductiongeek]

 Who: Conan and YOU
What: Nightmare
When: Now
Where: Inside Conan's mind

Conan gasps desperately for air as he skids around a corner, nearly falling into a puddle as he does so.  He is barefoot and dressed in a hugely oversized pullover and jeans, the clothing obviously intended to be worn by someone twice his height.  Blood is smeared halfway across his face, probably coming from a deep cut on his head.  

His surroundings seem to be what you might expect from any alley on such a dark and rainy night.  Dismal, dark and slick with rain.  But there is something wrong about the perspective.  Everything stretches high up into the sky, further than the eye can see in the darkness.

Carefully pulling up the trailing edges of his jeans, he presses himself up against the wall and listens for any sounds of pursuit.  

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[atadiscoverer]

Alley...

...Well, this was different. Very different. Carson has no idea how he got here, but it feels real, the rain falling on his face, the sudden sound of movement...

Carson whirls around and spots a familiar looking figure.

"...Conan?"

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[huffythedragon]

Spike still isn't sure what was going on, other than the fact that maybe some people were going CRAZY. He glances around the alley, frowning in confusion.

"...Hello?"

[jimfromit]

Well this was...unexpected.

Jim got to his feet and observed his surroundings. Had the castle actually sent him back home before he shot himself?

He gave the air a sniff....No. It didn't feel like London. It didn't feel like his London.

He stares calmly into the distance, not even acknowledging the rainwater dripping down his face....he thinks he can see a figure in the distance.

[workaphilic]

He's not that bothered by these abrupt and strange shifts of the environment. It's part a natural tendency to blend in with the scene set by a dream, and part his unwillingness to turn down a new game. (He was bored.) He hangs back by the wall, and observes as he always does: calmly and silently.

Until movement in his periphery catches his attention, he turns to get a better look, and--

Oh.

This will be interesting.

[wizard_redfive]

Dairine was walking through the darkness between dreams when she abruptly finds herself on a narrow street. Funny. Despite her lucid state, she can still feel the rain dripping down her face and soaking her clothes as if it were real.

She hurries down the alley in hopes of finding some shelter when a familiar kid stumbles into her path.

"Conan-kun?" What normally would be the start of a friendly jab quickly takes a concerned tone. Something is definitely wrong and-- Oh god, is that blood?

"What happened?"