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wolven7Dreamed of a convention. The last night of the convention, everyone wandering around, talking, having a good time, trying to soak it all in, telling stories before it's all over. The hotel is many overlapping hotels, interlacing, threaded balconies and covered walkawys. Like an organic version of the Peachtree Centre complex. Standing on a balcony, Audra tells of a friend whose hat flew off and was lost to the jet stream. She tells us what the hat looked like, and that she could see an image of the interlocked rooftops on which it rested. This is to indicate that, if we can find a similar enough structure in this complex, we should be able to find the hat, even though its physical location is Florida. She goes to ask ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mendori about its physical location, and she tells her that it should be in Florida. I continue searching the rooftops for the right conjunction.
We walk to the front doors of the hotel, which are, themselves, located on a seventh floor walkway arch/balcony combination. Out front, we stare over the balcony, and I see David Brown, from high school, whom I've not seen in years and years. He's wearing a black suit, gray shirt, and red tie, and I know that something strange is happening. i know that I have seen him, recently, and somehting has changed. He and some other woman are trying to get into the computer system in the front office of the hotel lobby, to gain access to my house, which must be accessed via a special combination of information and timing, through a set of doors that lead somewhere else, entirely. I know what they and their team of three college football fans, outside the front doors, are doing, because they tried to do it last con, or yesterday. I start to make phone calls, trying to let everyone know.
Inside, just inside the doors, on a set of folding tables, in an empty lobby, we're all trying to crack the safe, and we all have a sneaking suspicion that David's team has betrayed us, or is trying to do so, but I can't say anything to anyone, with them around. I send out mental pictures, and concepts like "The Last Time," and "Remember" tied to the network of concepts, in each person's mind that indicates the other team. I notice that Seth is missing, and I can call him and talk to him, out of earshot of everyone else. I walk out front and try to dial his number, but I've forgotten the last two digits, so I have to look it up in my phonebook. I dial and I walk, and I make polite head nods and noises, and Seth's voicemail picks up. It says something to the effect of "I Can't Answer the Phone, Right Now, Because I'm Resetting the Magical Locks on the Back of the House. Because I figured we might Need them." Resetting those locks was something that could only be done from the outside, and so Seth never entered the house. I breathe a sigh of relief, and walk back inside.
When I get inside, I think to everyone, really hard, "Everyone thank Seth." They look at me and ask why, and I promise to tell them later. I walk down the hallway-- which is, of course, a combination of every apartment hallway I've ever seen-- and I head to my andmech_angel's room. When I come back, I see that the police are there, and they have everyone on the floor. The front glass doors have been shattered, but they don't lead to our house, because they weren't opened right. All they can see is the hallway, and the empty lobby. There, in the middle of it all, surrounded by people who are too afraid to move, sits Frank Grimes. He is clearly having mental problems, and is swinging what appears to be a human femur, over and over. The only weapons in my reach are plastic coat hangers. I grab one, and use it to deflect a couple of his swings, but I realise I can't stop him this way, and not here. I turn and run down the hallway.
I've learned to make the hallways longer, to give me more time to plan, and to tire him out, more. It's a straight shot from the lobby to my room, again, and he follows me, the whole way. I cross the threshold of the room and lunge for the SBFUS, lying against the corner walls, just as he tackles me with a shoulder in the small of my back. I roll over and throw my elbow behind me, into his face, over and over, as the seemingly random pile of clothes and weapons shifts underneath us, bruising and stabbing him. He keeps raving about Mennonites, about being the one true faith, and about demons.* He still has the femur, in his hand, and it starts to turn into some kind of ashwood staff. I grab it and break it into three pieces, and it turns into a cigarette, in my hand.
Grimy isn't moving, anymore, though he might still be breathing. I take the three snapped but connected pieces of the cigarette and I walk toward the lobby. As I'm walking, I think about the possession, and whether that was a Full Possession, or simply the transition of one of his Mennonite Demons into his body. I decide that I don't care, and it doesn't matter. I need the kitchen, I need something in which to burn this thing, quickly. I hop over the folding tables, and round the alcove into the kitchenette, searching for a brass or heavy ceramic bowl, as this is going to burn very hot. I don't find anything and I head back to the Lobby which is starting to look more like a Living Room. I see the stone Gargoyle ash tray, and I know that that's what I'll have to use. I go back to the room, to sweep up fragments, and Grimy's body is still breathing, or maybe only twitching, wrapped in my coat, somehow. I know that when I burn the cigarette, the body will disappear. I wake up
So. Yeah. That's weird because it involves people who I know don't think about things, that way, Thinking About Things That Way. Kind of confused. More Hungry. I have work in an hour and forty, so...
Later.
*To be fair, there IS currently Mennonite religious literature, in my house.
mendori about its physical location, and she tells her that it should be in Florida. I continue searching the rooftops for the right conjunction.We walk to the front doors of the hotel, which are, themselves, located on a seventh floor walkway arch/balcony combination. Out front, we stare over the balcony, and I see David Brown, from high school, whom I've not seen in years and years. He's wearing a black suit, gray shirt, and red tie, and I know that something strange is happening. i know that I have seen him, recently, and somehting has changed. He and some other woman are trying to get into the computer system in the front office of the hotel lobby, to gain access to my house, which must be accessed via a special combination of information and timing, through a set of doors that lead somewhere else, entirely. I know what they and their team of three college football fans, outside the front doors, are doing, because they tried to do it last con, or yesterday. I start to make phone calls, trying to let everyone know.
Inside, just inside the doors, on a set of folding tables, in an empty lobby, we're all trying to crack the safe, and we all have a sneaking suspicion that David's team has betrayed us, or is trying to do so, but I can't say anything to anyone, with them around. I send out mental pictures, and concepts like "The Last Time," and "Remember" tied to the network of concepts, in each person's mind that indicates the other team. I notice that Seth is missing, and I can call him and talk to him, out of earshot of everyone else. I walk out front and try to dial his number, but I've forgotten the last two digits, so I have to look it up in my phonebook. I dial and I walk, and I make polite head nods and noises, and Seth's voicemail picks up. It says something to the effect of "I Can't Answer the Phone, Right Now, Because I'm Resetting the Magical Locks on the Back of the House. Because I figured we might Need them." Resetting those locks was something that could only be done from the outside, and so Seth never entered the house. I breathe a sigh of relief, and walk back inside.
When I get inside, I think to everyone, really hard, "Everyone thank Seth." They look at me and ask why, and I promise to tell them later. I walk down the hallway-- which is, of course, a combination of every apartment hallway I've ever seen-- and I head to my and
mech_angel's room. When I come back, I see that the police are there, and they have everyone on the floor. The front glass doors have been shattered, but they don't lead to our house, because they weren't opened right. All they can see is the hallway, and the empty lobby. There, in the middle of it all, surrounded by people who are too afraid to move, sits Frank Grimes. He is clearly having mental problems, and is swinging what appears to be a human femur, over and over. The only weapons in my reach are plastic coat hangers. I grab one, and use it to deflect a couple of his swings, but I realise I can't stop him this way, and not here. I turn and run down the hallway.I've learned to make the hallways longer, to give me more time to plan, and to tire him out, more. It's a straight shot from the lobby to my room, again, and he follows me, the whole way. I cross the threshold of the room and lunge for the SBFUS, lying against the corner walls, just as he tackles me with a shoulder in the small of my back. I roll over and throw my elbow behind me, into his face, over and over, as the seemingly random pile of clothes and weapons shifts underneath us, bruising and stabbing him. He keeps raving about Mennonites, about being the one true faith, and about demons.* He still has the femur, in his hand, and it starts to turn into some kind of ashwood staff. I grab it and break it into three pieces, and it turns into a cigarette, in my hand.
Grimy isn't moving, anymore, though he might still be breathing. I take the three snapped but connected pieces of the cigarette and I walk toward the lobby. As I'm walking, I think about the possession, and whether that was a Full Possession, or simply the transition of one of his Mennonite Demons into his body. I decide that I don't care, and it doesn't matter. I need the kitchen, I need something in which to burn this thing, quickly. I hop over the folding tables, and round the alcove into the kitchenette, searching for a brass or heavy ceramic bowl, as this is going to burn very hot. I don't find anything and I head back to the Lobby which is starting to look more like a Living Room. I see the stone Gargoyle ash tray, and I know that that's what I'll have to use. I go back to the room, to sweep up fragments, and Grimy's body is still breathing, or maybe only twitching, wrapped in my coat, somehow. I know that when I burn the cigarette, the body will disappear. I wake up
So. Yeah. That's weird because it involves people who I know don't think about things, that way, Thinking About Things That Way. Kind of confused. More Hungry. I have work in an hour and forty, so...
Later.
*To be fair, there IS currently Mennonite religious literature, in my house.
