19. - Dream a little dream - Video.

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[Oh my God, it's Chuck! But he doesn't look too good. He seems panicked, and he's clearly wearing a hospital gown (which does in fact close in the back). If anyone remembers his curly mop? Yeah, that's gone now, and in its place is a rather professional-looking haircut. If he were wearing a suit, he'd look like a different guy entirely - but the terror on his face is pure Bartowski.]

Wh-- no, I'm dreaming. I'm still dreaming, I can't be--

[He looks down at his hands. He's not wearing what he was in his dream - but they've already pulled the 'make him think he's awake' trick before, so he's being wary. He turns towards his door, opening it, intending to go back down the hallway in his house - and freezes.]

They can't know about this place, they can't, most of the time I don't know about this place, but I can't be back here, not yet--

I saw Sarah. I saw her. I saw her in here and now she's not and now I'm back here.

I have to be dreaming still. I have to. I can't go yet. She's looking for me, she has to be.

[And he sits back in his chair, looking at his hands again.]

Comments

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

Yeah, everyone's compelled to talk about their sex lives or something like that. It's very silly. Fortunately I don't really have a sex life right this second, so there's nothing to talk about.

Anyway, I am a Warden. I'll be helping out here and there too. Do you like tailgate party food?

[scruffynerdhrdr.livejournal.com]

Oh, that...does sound pretty silly. [Floods. He did not miss the floods. Then again...better than the alternative.]

Uh, sure, I guess. Hot dogs and potato salad and stuff, right?

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

I just want to get you focused on the here and now and the future in this place, because you showed up acting like you took a side trip to Hell or something. It made me a bit sad. Are you sure you're all right, then?

We'll be doing a tailgate party soon as I can sort out the details. Also a spa day. You know, little things to make the craziness about seem less crazy.

[scruffynerdhrdr.livejournal.com]

Side trip to hell? Yeah...that sounds pretty accurate, actually. And I'm all right for now, I think.

That's a pretty good idea.

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

That's good.

Would you like some tea and sandwiches?

[scruffynerdhrdr.livejournal.com]

Um...yeah! That sounds great. [And you get a big goofy Bartowski grin!]

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

You're so cute! All right then, let's head down to the lunchroom and get you fed. Should I 'port something up from the pub?

[scruffynerdhrdr.livejournal.com]

Ha ha, stop it, you're going to make me blush.

Um, sure? What...uh, what is 'porting?

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

Hee hee hee! [Yay, she's manage to distract him from whatever the horrors were.]

Teleporting! I'm a psychonaut!

[scruffynerdhrdr.livejournal.com]

Psychonaut? Wasn't that a PlayStation game a few years back?

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

A psychonaut is a person with psychic abilities who is exploring the limits of both her abilities and the mind in general.

[scruffynerdhrdr.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[Pause. WAIT A SECOND.]

You're not reading my mind, are you?

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

No, luv, that would be rude! We have rules about such things. Freakangels Law.

[scruffynerdhrdr.livejournal.com]

[Freakangels...now that sounds vaguely familiar. For some reason. He's still not thinking right - it's been a rough few days for him and he's trying to make sure all of his brain is where it should be.]

That's good. Wouldn't want that kind of stuff happening without rules...

[Oh man this is going to bother him all day. Or at least until he figures it out.]

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

I solemnly promise to wait for permission unless you're actually in danger.