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

[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?

[jblum.livejournal.com]

Watch it, mate, you'd never have got laid in the first place if not for me.

Anyway, Kate's the one who broke you two up, I just had to run with it...

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

*glares at kateorman, tapping his fingers meaningfully, waiting for an explanation*

[kateorman.livejournal.com]

Hey, when Giac went through that window, I didn't expected him to end up engaged!

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

You're the one who was insisting on monogamy, weren't you?

*leans towards you meaningfully, twirling your curls with a tentacle*

Perhaps I could change your mind on that subject?

[de-seingalt.livejournal.com]

Do you have a disease.

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

You should talk, carrier-boy. How many village doctors did you keep gainfully employed?

[de-seingalt.livejournal.com]

*grabs one of your tentacles and blows up your head like a balloon*

[jblum.livejournal.com]

Ah, Giacomo! Allow me to congratulate you on your engagement. Truly a historically unlikely occasion.

*sits down with you, still mostly wrapped in Rocco's cloak* My wife is a bit of a fan of yours. Would you mind posing with me for a photo? To give her something to remember...

[qthewetsprocket.livejournal.com]

*pats you sympathetically on the...erm...shoulder*

they never understand, do they? you do something nice for them, let them have free reign; and do they say thank you? OH no. but the minute you take a necessary plot deviation that makes them even a little bit unhappy? you'd think their tiny little fictional world was ending.

*looks around for the only spare bit of clothing in the dream and hands you a very fetching pink tutu*

[jblum.livejournal.com]

*looks at tutu and decides he'd rather be naked, thanks*

Nah, I don't blame him, he's been miserable, poor thing. And writing some of this stuff is like kicking a puppy. The freaky thing is, if anyone would understand, he would. He's just that far round the bend now.

*plucks a bucket of popcorn out of the air and settles down to watch Madame de P and Lynda*

Sorry neither Ood or I can join in, I'm at work now and I'd probably better back right off from the thread for a bit...

*strategically placing the popcorn bucket for maximum modesty*

[qthewetsprocket.livejournal.com]

*shrugs* suit yourself. so to speak.

*gives a flick of the wrist and turns the tutu into a pan of lasagna, sitting down to watch all the fun and eating very very messily*

[lyndawithay]

It's my dream. Besides, I googled you.

I dunno about it being your nightmare. I thought this was my dream.

Although...you said you'd made Ood's life miserable?

Maybe it is your nightmare after all.

*punches you a good one in the stomach*

Leave him alone, the poor thing!

[jblum.livejournal.com]

Oh God, the photos of us on Google...

Hey, how can you punch me in the stomach when I'm hiding behind Ka... OW!!

Hang on, don't blame me, I've spent all this time trying to get him together with someone! It's not my fault you're married. Or that Bellino's halfway off the deep end herself...

[lyndawithay]

You're the one making him insane, though, right?

You better watch out. I have influential friends. You wouldn't want to get on my bad side.

[jblum.livejournal.com]

I don't *know*! Hell, for all I know, he's making *me* insane.

See, on my level of reality, I'm writing this as a story -- but even then, maybe I'm not creating it, maybe I'm just writing *about* it. Sometimes he just... reacts. I certainly didn't *plan* for him to go mental. It was just so much the way he'd react.

I didn't plan to write masses of tentacle porn either! But at least that worked out for the best...

[campbell-bain.livejournal.com]

Hell, for all I know, he's making *me* insane.

Hey, don't knock it till you've tried it, eh?

Go on, give it a whirl - you and me and the ood can all be loonies TOGETHER!!!

*scoots ecstatically across the room on dj's wheelie chair*

[canonfairy]

Lynda's right. You are SO on my list.

[lyndawithay]

Who the heck are you to be threatening people in my dream?

[canonfairy]

You're pushing it too, missy. But at least you're in character. I've got my eye on you all the same.

[lyndawithay]

You're not related to the Dream Police, by any chance?

[canonfairy]

Very good guess.

[jblum.livejournal.com]

Right. Anyone got pen and paper? Let's see if being an author counts for anything here...

*writes*

And the Canon Fairy started harassing herself for not being canonical...

[canonfairy]

I'm outside of canon, writer. Nice try, though.