route_1065 | So Make A Wish On Heaven

Who: Participants of the Dream Plot!
Where: In your dreams!
When: Anytime your character is asleep on April 17th!
Summary: As promised, this is a catch-all log where people can post a character's dream as a top-level comment and allow other holders of our Mysterious Feathers™ to come visit them! Remember that the content of your dream is entirely up to your discretion, but we ask that you only have one, and to please also warn for content as needed!
Rating: PG, and please warn for threads that may go higher!
Log:

[Under the light of the full moon, the Mysterious Feathers™ begin to glow.

In the hours that follow after they sprawl out to sleep, those who had the good fortune (or at least the insatiable curiosity) to pick up one of those feathers earlier in the week will come to discover that something very strange is happening across the regions of Johto and Kanto. There's a saying about what happens when you let your mind wander; this time, though, it's a little more than just one's mind that's going wandering, as dream after dream stretches out before you like a horizon just begging to be chased.

Don't worry about getting lost, dreamers; as real and vivid as they may seem, your surroundings are really only visions and illusions, and in the end the failsafe way to escape from them is to simply wake up. If and when you do, you might feel perfectly well-rested or as on-edge as if you'd just jolted awake from a nightmare; like the dreams themselves, there's really no telling how the experience will play out for you, being different and unique to everyone.

But for now, you've got the whole night ahead of you, filled with places to go and people to see. Might as well make the most of it while it lasts...]

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One kind of weird thing about dreams is that you don't usually, like, GO anywhere.

If you're in a place, you're just THERE.

Heather rarely has dreams that involve entering or exiting a place.

So she's just sort of... perched in one of the swivel chairs nearby, almost as if she's always been there. There's a pen between her teeth and she's folding up a discarded piece of copy paper into an airplane.

Which, after a moment's thought, she aims at the back of Blake's head.

"Hey. Shake'n'Blake. This is dullsville, shouldn't you be out chasin' some bad guys?"

Something smacks the back of Blake's head.

He swivels his chair around and gives Heather a glare.

"Sorry to break it to you, kid, but it's not all cops and robbers. There's a lot of sitting on your ass waiting for-"

An alarm like the one blaring from his radio now. Calling all cars.

"-that."

Immediately, Blake is on his feet, keys in his hand and gun in its holster, everything where it should be. Adrenaline jumps up in him and makes him quick.

"Hurry up," he calls over his shoulder, "Move your ass and I'll let you ride along!"

He's near the door and not listening to himself when he says, "Fuck, I missed this."

A grin shoots across Heather's face like a bullet and she's on her feet.

This is the sort of thing she used to joke about doing with Douglas, on those days where talking about his old job didn't make him sad.

"You kiddin' me? Race you to the squad car!"

Except since it's his dream, she'll be following HIM.

Blake knows that feeling real well. There's nothing like having a good, solid purpose. Some bastards to chase and heads to bash in. That's what cops are for.

Within a second, he's out to the squad car and for some reason it feels like it's been ages. He jumps in and calls to Heather, "Hold onto your ass!"

Then he's got the siren on and they are blazing through town. Nothing can get in his way.

She's never been a fan of cops, all things considered. But who DOESN'T have the occasional daydream of being on the 'right' side of a high speed chase?

In any case, IT'S A DREAM, she knows it's a dream, and god dammit, they're gonna have some fun.

"I CALL SHOTGUN."

She hollers this as she's already in the seat. No seatbelt. Don't need no seatbelts in dreams.

Blake always has been. They have the best cars and the best movies, they're manly, and they get to beat up bad guys. How could you be anything but a fan?

He's aware the usual rules don't apply today. That's how, just as he's leaning into a turn, he grabs a shotgun out of the air and tosses it to her. "All right, but you better know how to use it!"

The sirens howl and buildings race by. A horse on fire keeps pace, with a green-haired rider holding on tight.

"I'm not stopping in the middle of a bank robbery to give you lessons!"

Her eyes widen as the gun is tossed to her-- but she catches it.

As luck would have it, she DOES know how to use a shotgun!

Hasn't fired one in a while, but it's sort of like riding a bike.

She brings it into position, eying the flaming horse. That doesn't look like it belongs. But hey, it's a dream. Maybe it DOES.

"No need! My daddy taught me when I was ten!"

The weapon looks huge in the girl's hands, but she holds it like it's not her first time at the rodeo.

"Good man!"

They pull up to a blockade around a big old building. Cop cars, lights flashing everywhere. Blake stops the car.

"Stick close to me," he instructs.

He gets out and brushes right past the barricades. He doesn't notice that one of the caution tape-draped forms is a rock with arms standing very still.

There's a reason the music that plays over the 'End Results' screen where you get to find out how many monsters Heather slaughtered over the course of her Silent Hill adventure is literally called 'Rodeo Queen', let's put it that way.

"Aye aye, cap'n!"

Hopping out of the car, she jogs after him, holding the gun firmly (but practicing trigger safety, just like Papa Mason showed her) and eying the flashing chaos around them. Unlike Blake, she DOES notice the Pokemon, but... it seems counterproductive to point it out.

Might as well let this crime-fighting testosterone fantasy play out to the end.

Blake likes the sound of that.

The girl's behind him. Everybody stands out of the way. This is his show. He grabs a megaphone and bellows, "Come out with your hands up!"

He loves saying that.

She's willing to humor him more in dreams than in his real-life political adventures.

Staying slightly behind him, she holds her shotgun at the ready.

A guy pokes his head out the door. Classic black ski mask, it warms your heart to see somebody sticking to tradition.

"Make me, pig!" he yells, then ducks back quick when an orange pig thing breathes fire at him. That is, an officer. Opens fire.

"Stubborn bastards, huh," Blake says. "Looks like we're going in."

He looks over his shoulder at Heather. "You think you can handle it? I don't need anybody slowing me down."

She flashes Blake a cocky grin.

"Buddy, you'd better keep up with me."

And then, in classic Heather fashion, she goes jogging for the door.

"LEEROOOOOOOOOOY JEEEEEENKIIIINS!"

Blake doesn't know who she's yelling for, but he barks out a wild laugh and charges right in. Spurred by a charge of adrenaline, he gets in ahead of her and kicks the door.

A guy in a mask swings a bat at him. Blake cracks him across the temple with the butt of his gun, and all's right with the world.

What follows is the type of wacky fun-for-the-whole family carnage that only the dream of a semi-megalomaniacal ex-cop and a survival-horror protagonist along for the ride can produce. At least one person overdramatically flings themselves down a staircase after being barely grazed by a punch.

There's lots of hootin and hollerin.

Heather is in her element.

It's ridiculous, violent, and glorious. There's nothing like being able to let loose.

Soon he's standing triumphant, back to back with Heather. He's panting and his knuckles are satisfyingly sore. All around them, black-masked figures are groaning on the floor.

"Nice work, partner," he says.

Wiping a smear of mostly-for-effect-this-is-a-dream-remember blood from her lip, Heather grins and hefts the shotgun over her shoulder.

Then offers her fist for Blake to bump.

"You didn't do so bad yourself, sarge."

"Hey, I'm a Lieutenant."

He gives her a wink as he taps her fist.

"Deputy."

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