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Who: Everyone!
Where: In their dreams
When: 3/20/14 - 3/27/14
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: A catch-all log for what dreams are available for people to walk through at night.
The Story:

♥ As of Wednesday, the 19th, all beds in the Mansion (no matter their style or cultural/temporal origin) have been replaced with swinging beds.

♥ But starting Thursday, the 20th, sleeping in the new beds induces vivid dreams, and characters sleeping at the same time will be able to walk into each others' dreams. If a character is a spoilsport and doesn't sleep in the swinging beds, he or she doesn't get to dream walk.

♥ Characters will be able to dreamwalk until Thursday, the 27th.

♥ Leave a description of your characters' dream (or dreams) in top levels on this post so others can comment and walk into their dream, if they choose to go exploring other people's dreams!

♥ Questions? Please ask them over here at the FAQ post for the event! And have fun!

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Jesse's about to call out to her again, but stops when it becomes apparent she can't see him. Well that's... Even weirder. Awesome. He almost leaves it at that, and is about to turn and head for the door- because like hell he wants get his voyeur on in Ellen's head- but then she addresses him and he takes another step toward the bar instead, frowning.

"I don't know," he admits, curling his hands around the edge of the counter and leaning into them a bit. "I just sorta ended up here. I was trying to--" Trying to get into Jane's house through the back door, but he doesn't wanna get into the fact that his own mind won't let him see the inside of his dead girlfriend's house right now, and so:

"Go out for a smoke, you know? I was at my old place back home," he adds, hoping it'll lend some credibility to his somewhat stilted explanation.

...SUBJECT CHANGE YEEEEAH; he reaches for the beer, though he doesn't take a sip just yet.

"Uh... So... That's your husband?"

Ellen doesn't believe him for a second, but she's not going to argue with him. She won't do that to folks that she likes, and she likes Jesse. He needs a hand now and again and she wants to be one he turns to. But, she doesn't press, because she knows too many who would back the hell off.

Ellen's eyes are soft when she looks over and sees him bending over the pool table, moving one of her balls out of place. "I see that, William Harvelle." She calls, gathering up their beers.

"Yes, he's my husband. He... He was killed when JoAnna Beth was little." Because she hadn't been 'Jo' then. Not yet. That had happened after.

"Come on. Bill, this is Jesse, a friend of mine. Jesse, this is Bill." She hands her husband his beer and he drapes an arm over her shoulders, tucking her into his side.

"Hi. Nice to meet you."

"Oh, shit... I'm sorry." He looks it, too, that slight duck of his head and too-quick chug of his beer. It's still... He's still not 100% on this whole dream creeping thing, and his eyes discreetly scan the area to check for any signs that his presence is messing with what seems like a pretty nice dream.

He snaps out of it when Ellen introduces them, though, offering the dude and nod and then, belatedly, his hand.

"Hey, yeah... You too." He's... Not really sure what else to say, and there's an awkward pause while he makes the decision to stop being a freak about this and just roll with it. He recovers quickly enough, craning his neck to check the place out again while he settles on what he hopes is a harmless topic for conversation.

"This place is awesome, did you guys... You know, like set it up? Back home."

"You known Ellen long?" Bill asks, while Ellen puts her balls back where they belong.

"This is Bill's parents' place. We just help out now and again." Ellen admits, picking up her pool cue again. She bends over the table. "Stop ogling." She doesn't look back.

Bill sips his beer and doesn't stop ogling. "Take your shot and quit complaining." He nudges her knee with his pool cue.

"Uh, not long-long. A few months..." He looks over at Ellen, plucking at the label on his beer with a soft snort as Bill gets her in the knee.

"Feels kinda like the bar in the Mansion. Like... Sorta homey."

He can dig it.

Finally seeming to accept that he's gonna be hanging here for a little while, he settles himself on one of the barstools, swiveling the seat so he can watch the pool action. Pick up some pointers, you know, so he can stop getting crushed back in the waking world.

"You know someone that lives in a mansion? El, holding secrets again?" Bill bends to take a shot, because she missed.

Ellen grunts and gets her beer. "Last secret was a good one. Shut up and shoot." She waves at the table.

She leans against the bar with Jesse. "I haven't played there, so we'll have to see." She sips her beer. "You play?"

"A little, yeah. Not well, but you know... Every once in a while." He grins. "Your daughter hustles the shit out of me like every time."

He watches Bill, making note of the form, or whatever.

"Must be genetic or something."

"Daughter?" Bill asks, raising his eyebrows. He fades away as Ellen can't hold onto the dream any longer.

"This was before I was pregnant with Jo." She explains, rolling one of the pool balls between her hands. "We'd stopped by here just to check in, pick up some easy cash." Ellen shrugs. "Just the way we were." Her smile is wistful, lonely.

"Now, how the hell'd you get into my head?" She racks the balls again, offering Jesse a pool cue. They might as well play, right?

Jesse blinks when Bill vanishes.

"Where'd he-- Ugh, was that me?" He reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck, ducking his head apologetically. "Shit, I'm sorry."

Way to go, Pinkman.

"I, uh... I got no idea, yo, I was in my own head, I guess, back at my place back home like I said. And when I went to open the neighbor's door I was here instead..."

He looks up at Ellen again at her explanation, and then at the pool table... And while he still feels bad for (presumably) harshing her dream chill, he does sort of have to smirk, just a little bit, as he grabs the stick.

"Easy cash... Like, easy easy?" Hustling easy...?

She sighs, but just sips her beer. She expected it, but it still hurts to see him go.

Ellen grins and leans over to break the now racked balls. "Occasionally. Somehow, they never expected me to know how to make money." She shakes her head. "Men are too distracted by a pretty face."

Deny it, Jesse.

"What? No way, come on--" And then he thinks about his life and his choices and his undeniable whipped-ness when it comes to pretty faces and slammin' bodies...

He laughs.

"...Okay, fair enough. So did you guys move around a lot? Like, chasing monsters?"

Ellen just smirks. Men are dumb when you wave a pretty face in front of them.

She shakes her head. "Not nearly as much as some. We tended to specialize in the long haul ones: werewolves, vampires, wendigo, things like that. Usually only picked up the salt and burns locally."

Those were the easy ones. They tended to stay local for those.

It's so true, Ellen. So true.

"So... How many of you guys are there? You know... Out there killing shit?"

He leans on his pool cue.

Ellen shakes her head. "Not a damned clue." She admits easily. "There's the regulars that ran through the roadhouse." She waves an easy hand to indicate the place they're in. "A few outside contacts I know of now and again."

She smiles crookedly. "Hunters are a suspicious, paranoid lot. No one'll ever get a decent count on them."

"Under the radar, I get it." He huffs out a laugh. "So I guess a census is out."

Hey, that's kinda like the number of drug dealers back home: somewhere between five and five hundred. The world may never know.

"And it's all hush-hush, right? So I'm betting the cops give you guys a pretty hard time when they catch you knifing some 'dude'--" air quotes! "--in an alley..."

He narrows his eyes at the pool table, looking for the easiest shot.

...Yeah, he's working on it.

"Nah." Ellen shrugs a bit, leaning back against a stool. "Usually we get more shit for digging up graveyards and setting corpses on fire."

She sips her beer.

"You going to shoot or not, kid."

"Vandalism, huh? Right on..." Aaaand at Ellen's urging, he does take a shot.

Poorly.

"...This is just for fun, right?" Not like it matters in here anyway. Wherever here is.

"Graverobbing, usually. Only way to lay a spirit to rest is to salt and burn the bones."

Her shot isn't much better but it sets up more than one shot for the pair of them.

She laughs. "Just for fun. You haven't annoyed me enough to make me take your money." She grins.

He laughs as he bends to line up his next shot, one she'd been kind enough to set up for him... Although whether or not he can make it happen is anybody's guess at this point.

"Well that's good to hear--" SUCCESS! "Booyah! On the board!"

Shh, let him have his five seconds of victory.

Ellen just laughs and shakes her head. She sips her beer and then sets the bottle down with a click. "You'd be amazed at who I'll take money from. Took it from Jo several times."

Because that's how she teaches. Better to learn from mistakes from a family member who won't fleece you for everything.

... Just some of it.

Ellen bends over the table and doesn't really have a shot. But she manages to move the balls around anyway.

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