Dairine's room isn't far off from what her bedroom looked like back home. The shape was a little different and she had gone to the liberty of adding a bookshelf, but otherwise it was pretty much the same, all the way down to her Star Wars bet sheets (Paradisa version, of course). The clutter is also normal for her, having collected a fair amount of stuff over her two years in the castle. Books, gadgets, odds and ends are scattered throughout the room, on top of shelves and her desk. Even the walls are covered in drawings and paintings. Her stuffed animal collection which usually neatly piled next to the wall is even suffering from the localized entropy, thanks to pets. The only two that were spared were the ones next to her bed: a giant Captain America bear and a stuffed bunny.
The sleeper herself is curled on the bed, lightly snoring. She must have been sleeping for a while now, since she has already started her nightly fight with the bed sheets, skewing them this way and that. By now, Pitch has probably realized that despite appearances, this isn't a great indicator of her dream-state. The only way to be certain was to look.
Inside her dream, Dairine was sitting in the castle's old game room with a group of other people. There might be a few that Pitch might know, like Conan and Nita, but others are people who had long left. Her friends. Watching an older man in uniform try Space Invaders with limited success, she shakes her head and laughs. "Wow, Bucky. I thought shape-shooting was your schtick." The man mutters that the game mechanics are too clunky but shoots her a fond smile anyway. A grey skinned, horned girl challenges him to some other game, and he starts to follow. Strange, but rather tame for a dream.
Of course, these things can change fairly quickly. Outside the game room window, the sky suddenly turns dark, foreboding a less pleasant turn of events coming up.
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The sleeper herself is curled on the bed, lightly snoring. She must have been sleeping for a while now, since she has already started her nightly fight with the bed sheets, skewing them this way and that. By now, Pitch has probably realized that despite appearances, this isn't a great indicator of her dream-state. The only way to be certain was to look.
Inside her dream, Dairine was sitting in the castle's old game room with a group of other people. There might be a few that Pitch might know, like Conan and Nita, but others are people who had long left. Her friends. Watching an older man in uniform try Space Invaders with limited success, she shakes her head and laughs. "Wow, Bucky. I thought shape-shooting was your schtick." The man mutters that the game mechanics are too clunky but shoots her a fond smile anyway. A grey skinned, horned girl challenges him to some other game, and he starts to follow. Strange, but rather tame for a dream.
Of course, these things can change fairly quickly. Outside the game room window, the sky suddenly turns dark, foreboding a less pleasant turn of events coming up.