Second Rerun - Hard day's night

[speeding]

Dear Fishbowl,

Stay the fuck out of our heads. You've been a a very bad, bad tree.

Heads up anyone who got either of my dreams, lucky you. Try not to go sharing. I know they say it's caring and all, but in this case I promise you it isn't. Fred you're excused, you couldn't know.

Over and out,

-Evil Overlord

P.S. Newbies, there's a lot you have to learn about this place, but here's a protip: asking about some things on the journals isn't as safe as you think it is. Trust me on this. And you're welcome. Not that anyone listens to me.

P.P.S. Rabbit, Code, Alchemy, Big G? Need to talk to the four of you in person. Wolverine, same thing, different reason.

((OOC: Dash's dreams in order were Nobody (2), Pinky, Wolverine (2), and Cross (3).))

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[metalandashes.livejournal.com]

[Wolverine grunts, flipping the coffee maker on with his thumb.]

Better'n the last time it happened. [He wanders back into the living area, eyeing Dash thoughtfully.] Saw some faces thought I recognised. From before. Pretty sure one of 'em was your buddy, Codename.

[speeding]

[Dash runs a hand through his hair, making a face.]

I guess it's story time with the class. I heard your voice, in one of mine. Wanna go first, or do I get the honors?

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[metalandashes.livejournal.com]

[Wolverine grunts again: his pass at a shrug. He settles back against the wall between living area and kitchen, his arms crossed.]

Knock yourself out, kid. I ain't goin' anywhere.

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[speeding]

[Dash has got to respect the man-grunt. He flops back on the couch and stares at the ceiling, cushioning his head on his arms.]

I was eating Chinese food and talking to these people--some of them seemed really familiar, and basically we all voted her name to be Static Woman. It was the costumes, really that got me. And when I spoke, think it was your voice.

Thaat's about it. Your turn.

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[metalandashes.livejournal.com]

[Wolverine nodded at Dash's description, more than a little relieved the kid hadn't gotten his birth dream, or any part of the memory he'd found. Dash was better off not knowing just what sort of man the Wolverine used to be.]

Fallin', in one of them. People fightin' in the sky. Some voices I don't know. The kid -- Codename -- fallin' alongside me. Lotta talk about war and, [he frowns] duty, I guess. The other one is bits and pieces, all jumbled up. Thinkin' about it now, I'm pretty sure I heard your pal's voice in that one, too. There was a house and a girl -- didn't know her face, but what she was wearin'.. [He pushes himself up from the wall and measures a few paces, to the couch and back, moving restlessly, caught up in his thoughts.] It was the costume, like you said. Purple. Bow n' arrows. And there was a woman. Dark hair and dark eyes, in red. [His frown deepens, and he glances over at Dash.]

You see the guy in blue? Big white star on his chest?