18109/Is anyone really scared of anything

Is anyone really scared of anything
Date of Scene:	30 May 2024
Location:	Atlantic Ocean Coastline
Synopsis:	Doug is still reigning champion of swearing.
Cast of Characters:	Alexander Aaron, Douglas Ramsey

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Alexander Aaron has posed:
Your dreaming again. Did you take a nap? Did you have a long day and put in? You're dreaming again. But its ok. Open your eyes inside the dream. I want to show you something.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
Are you sitting down, relaxed, maybe in a chair in a room with neutral colored walls? There is a woman sitting across from you in an old style pedestal chair, the back is shaped like an egg. She's wearing a romper skirt made of matte grey fabric. It shows off her smooth and tanned legs. She is smiling at you. A queer little smile. There is music playing, its kind of jaunty. A bouncy bumpy tune, and once it gets around she slides her fingers down to the hem of her skirt and hikes it up her legs. Just an inch or so every time the music comes around. o/` Bumpa bumpa bumpa bum o/`

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
Doug was sitting out on the coast, having a beer - it's a nice night, and his house isn't far away. He comes out here to get away, to decompress. But tonight, he dozes off - when he wakes up, he's sitting at a desk at the school. The New Mutants are all around him - all of them are fifteen again, except Doug. Professor Xavier is at the front of the room, teaching a class, but all that comes out are trombone noises.

Then the woman is there, and Doug raises his eyebrows - he's going to say something. This is not the sort of dream he has often; at least not for some years now. But you never quite manage to say the things you want to say in dreams, do you? "Hello!"

Alexander Aaron has posed:
Its one of those eggbeaters from the seventies. A mixer really. It has two detachable spindles that end in thick bladed whisks, not particularly sharp. Its floating in the air by her head, she notices it and looks between it and you. She makes an "Ooo" face and winks at you. Then she sticks out her tongue at the device as it spins up to speed. It inches closer to her as she suggestively flicks her tongue at the device, beckoning it through the promise of satisfaction.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
Oh that's weird. That's really weird. Why is nobody else saying anything? Doug tries to get up to say something - and when he wakes up he'll think of all the weird subtext in this dream - but of course all your words get lost in dream pudding. Either that, or you dream about people you haven't seen in years and realize that you miss them and wonder how they're doing - Dreams are weird for Doug in particular, since his Mutant power wants to interpret everything, but a lot of dreams don't make sense - they're weird brain defrag.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
As her tongue is brutalized by the blades of the beater, face sprayed with droplets of fresh blood, her eyes widen. Her chest lurches forward and breasts heave, she grasps at the hem of her skirt and tugs up on it sharply; the dark triangle formed by her legs is not revealed by the light but instead becomes the dream. All black, and then suddenly the dream is over.

Alexander is sitting across from Doug where he had briefly dozed off. A young, unremarkable looking man save his cursed eyes. Eyes that appear to all the world to be entrapping something that surges against their prison like surfaces, trying to see the world from within. "Wow." offered Alexander, seeming somewhat impressed by Cypher. "That was next level."

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
Doug's eyes fly open, and he stares at Alexander - it takes a moment for his mind to catch up with what he's seeing.

Then, he opens his mouth and lets out a Swear. One of the really good ones. It's in Limbo Abyssal. It could literally crack the paint on a windowsill. It's such a good swear it cannot be contained in human letters.

It's a really good swear.