Lynda's bedroom in Sydney

[lyndawithay]

Between the transformation of Daedalus and Giacomo, the appearance of Miss Gate's former self, Ood getting dumped, and the growing insanity of several people over conflicting versions of their backstories, I feel like I haven't slept in a month. Sometimes I feel like Martha and I are the only sane ones here.

And we still haven't yet caught Bruce the Tiger, or found out what, if anything, the Dream Police are up to.

I'm so tired. Of all of it.

*falls asleep*

*dreams*

Comments

[kateorman.livejournal.com]

Hey Lynda. How's it hanging?

[jblum.livejournal.com]

...oh, *brilliant*. And I thought I was having a rough night's sleep before.

[lyndawithay]

Who the hell are you? And does Jack know you've got his icon?

[jblum.livejournal.com]

It's okay, don't worry, we're dreaming too. It's a different-levels-of-reality thing. Blame the Ood.

*looks down at self, then embarrassedly hides behind Kate*

aw crap wish I'd dreamed myself some CLOTHES

[lyndawithay]

*raises an eyebrow* Hm, not bad.

[jblum.livejournal.com]

Flatterer. But how would you know? I don't even have an icon

This is some sort of writer's nightmare, isn't it? Exposed for everyone to see. And coming face to tentacle with a character whose life you've made miserable...

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

*points*

Oi! YOU! What's with the whole acid-casualty freakazoid thing?

[kateorman.livejournal.com]

In my dreams, I have spare clothes stashed in the office. Just in case.

I'm sorry it's all a bit much right now - do I ever know how you feel. Just keeping track of all these shenanigans can be exhausting.

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

"Blame the Ood". Sure. Everyone else does.

*points and snickers as you hide your bod*

Oh come on, you thought your subconscious was misbehaving before, what's with this? And in front of your wife!

[jblum.livejournal.com]

_Behind_ her right now, actually.

...Hey. I just want to say, I'm sorry about all the Syd Barrett and Satan stuff. I'd better apologize in advance too. But I really am trying to get you to a happy ending, honest!

[mme_depompadour]

*grabs you*

Aren't dreams funny?



*snogs*

[lyndawithay]

Mmm, you kiss like a girl. *snogs back*

Have you figured out who you are yet?

[mme_depompadour]

I'm working on it.

*kisses your collarbone*

I've figured out who you are, though.


*licks her way down your neck towards your breasts*

[lyndawithay]

*presses her hand between your legs*

Who am I then? Oooh.

[mme_depompadour]

*grinds into your hand*

*smiles at you*


Nobody.

*thrusts a hand in between your legs*

*grabs you by the arse with the other*

*pulls you in close*

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

*floats in on a large sheepskin raft, sipping a banana daquiri, as it's being pulled by a team of giant technicolor seahorses along the lakefront, while the lake flows slowly uphill. Watching the clouds above harden and drop like rocks as they reach the horizon*

Oh, what a relief, sweetheart. In here I feel sane.

[lyndawithay]

Ood! Excuse me, everybody.

*drags you aside and kisses you long and hard*

Oh, thank god. I've missed you.

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

*plays tenderly against your tongue, fingers writhing through your hair with full-hearted passion*

I've missed me too.

*sits you down beside him, arm around your hip, tentacles draped over your shoulder, enticingly stroking against the base of your neck*

It's all so much simpler when we're asleep, isn't it?

Oh look, the fried-egg sun's about to set. I wonder if it'll go all runny when it hits the water?

[lyndawithay]

No, because of the toast island.

Where have you been, then, my darling?

It's simpler because it's all emotion here. There are no rules.

-Oh. Mm, that's nice.

*caresses you idly in a couple of the spots she discovered during the body-switch*

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

Yes, I like that. It's formless here. Everything's fluid.

Though form does have its merits as well. --Ooh, right there. Along the inside of my thigh.

*nuzzles your neck gently, tentacles trailing down towards your collarbone*

[jonquil.livejournal.com]

I know what you need! Roll over!

*starts giving you a really serious backrub, working especially hard on the knots just under the shoulderblades*

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

oooooooooOOOOOOOHHHHHhhhhgaaah.

Dammit, how come I don't ever get this when I'm awake?

[jonquil.livejournal.com]

Actually, I've been planning on offering for days, but you're never awake at the same time I am. Put your arms over your head, there's a fiddly bit I can't quite reach.

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

*stretches arms up*

Careful, mind the FM antenna, it's a bit sore.

*bliss*

[barty-jr-1963.livejournal.com]

*is hanging upside down from the rafters, dressed as Dracula (as Gary Oldman played him) complete with top hat and sunglasses*

I'm just a Madagascan fruit tree bat. Don't mind me.

*jumps down, landing gracefully like a cat*

Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks upon this earth is the one who finds... True love? *smirks* There is much to be learned from the beasts.

*sits on ground and pulls out a triangle* Bunnies! it must be bunnies!