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Who: Coraline and You!
What: DISTRACTIONS.
Where: Most public areas around the lobby.
When: 5/21-5/28
Warnings: None, will change if necessary.

[As soon as the dreams started showing up on the network, Coraline stopped looking at the network. She'd already seen a couple, and she feels very strongly that she probably shouldn't have, despite her curiosity. So to keep herself from watching more, whether accidentally or on purpose, she's just... not checking the network anymore.

Instead, she's keeping herself occupied and distracted in the best ways a sixteen-year-old knows. She's exploring every nook and cranny yet again, until she knows the whole place like the back of her hand, and she can also be found doing things around the rest of the public areas:

The Fireplace: She's hanging out by the fire, with some stolen paper and a pen from the front desk, and she's trying to draw. She's not that good at it, but it's something to do. Sometimes she's copying the pictures from the encyclopedias that are there, sometimes drawing the fire, sometimes drawing things in the lobby.

When she gets bored of that, she's reading the encyclopedias.

When she's bored of that, she starts using the volumes to build a tower. No respect for literature.

The Screening Room: She's not paying attention to the movie. She's watched it enough already, she can probably recite it. In fact, she does, sometimes, sitting upside down in the chair with her head hanging down so her hair brushes the floor.

The Front Desk: She sits behind it, folding paper airplanes and tossing them through the lobby. She's also writing notes and drawing stupid cartoons that don't really mean anything, just whatever pops into her head.

The Ballroom: Cartwheels. That's all.

If someone stops and talks to her, she'll talk back. She's friendly, after all, and SO FREAKIN' BORED.]

Threaded | Flat

[Hell hath nothing on a sleep-deprived moose in mourning.

He's still holding out hope, of course. Neighborguy Coulson had been unfortunate enough to get whacked his first day but now he's back again, if a little worse for wear. There's still a chance that one of the friends Sam's made since his impromptu, unwanted, dazed arrival isn't gone forever. Bouncing back from little things like death is practically the Winchester motto, and maybe that's contagious.

What isn't contagious is the fever that was initially dialing itself back a bit but is now raging at him in full force after days of shrugging off the temptation of sleep. But. No more nightmares. No more nightmare broadcasts. Sam is putting his foot down, damnit, and that means he's going to sink shakily into one of the threadbare armchairs and stare at the fire and try not to fall asleep and try not to think about Hell.

It's really hard. Because he's staring at a fire. A la Hellfire. Like an idiot.

Lucky him, there's a distraction going on like, right there because holy crap Alec was right, and this place has kids and that somehow makes it all so much more incredibly fucked up. She can't be more than, what? Seventeen? and seems to be busily assembling her own impressively encyclopedic ziggurat.

For a minute Sam just looks at it, because he isn't really sure what one is supposed to say to that. When he finds his voice, it sounds about as frayed and ragged as he looks.]

So, uh. Leaning Tower of Lexicon?

[Tim has been looking for things to do. He's not one of the sleep-deprived masses. At this point, his big secret is out, and as far as he's concerned, that's about the worst that could have come out of this dream-sharing thing.

So he's actually in a surprisingly good mood when he finds Coraline turning cartwheels in the ballroom.

This is totally a game he can play. He gets into a handstand and starts handwalking toward her.]

Hey.

Edited (html. :|) 2015-05-27 01:14 (UTC)

[Clara has seen a few dreams, commented on a few even. She thinks she probably shouldn't be watching, but it isn't like no one else is doing it and there's benefit in getting to know the people you're trapped with. And besides, she'd figured her own dreams would end up there sooner or later.

For a while, she'd tried not sleeping, but eventually, she'd fallen asleep anyway. She'd known she would. Then? Nothing had happened.

She's feeling a little more inclined to avoid poking into the private memories of others now that it seems she's gotten lucky in the dream sharing lottery, so she's doing some exploring of her own. Not that she hasn't already seen pretty much everything there is to see.

The screening room's mostly empty when she decides to give the movie a go one more time, nothing better to do, but then she notices at least one seat's occupied. She recognizes her easily, even upside down, and drops into a seat next to her.]

This is one of the better ones.

Fireplace book tower | 5/25 okay?

Ballroom. Date Unspecified.

Screening Room, 27thish;