"Are you locked on?"

Michael nods, but only slightly, carefully balancing the rifle in front of him. His eyes are fixed on the target and his finger is flexing on the trigger as he listens to Michel's instructions.

"Alright." Michel's voice is quiet, almost hypnotic, and he paces behind Michael, ready to correct him if needed. He steps in closer, leaning over Michael's shoulder as he speaks, and lowers his voice even further. "Don't blink. Don't move. Just keep your breathing steady. In. Out. In. Out."

Michael's vaguely aware that Michel's voice is closer, but it's a negligible observation, distant, lost under the rhythm of his breathing. A hand slides over his, nudging his fingers slightly, and Michael adjusts accordingly, but Michel doesn't withdraw his hand. Michael glances quickly to the side, wary of losing the progress he's made, and he's surprised to find Michel closer than he expects. Rhythm lost, he looks up and then--

Well.

[OOC: I've wanted to use that icon for a long time now. :D ALSO - feel free for this to be a true memory of Lily or just something Snape wishes were a true memory. Either/or works just fine for me.]

( cut for length )

[What you see is Rose, in her Dragoon armor flying over some countryside. With her is a very large black dragon flying along beside her. She flying very close to the beast, and despite it being big enough that it could swallow her whole, she is smiling.]

[They soon land on a cliff over looking a forest. Rose still doesn't show any fear as the dragon lowers its large head towards her even though it is making a deep rumbling sound. Instead of going to attack her, the dragon lightly nudges her with the end of its nose. Rose gives a soft laugh and reaches up the scratch the an area in the middle of the dragon's forehead.]

I had missed you as well, old friend.

[And the video ends there.]

[The daydream is displayed from a first-person perspective, obviously that of a child, running into a kitchen with small arms out in front of him, hands visible. A beautiful woman with red-painted lips and waist length black hair in a hime cut turns, her mouth curved up into a warm smile, and a handsome blonde man folds his newspaper in half, putting it aside.

The woman turns and bends, leaning in to the child, arms extending to him, everything is warm, and perfect. You can almost smell the homemade breakfast in the air.]

Seiju...my Seiju. You're smiling. Don't ever stop smiling, Seiju, or all your happiness will elude you...remember that, okay?

[As she speaks, blood dribbles from the corner of her mouth, and the entire daydream falls apart, with only darkness and blood on pavement, and his knees visible, hands against them.]

'It's funny, even in a daydream, I can never hold on to that morning.'

[Hector is running along a path in the forest and he comes across a clearing. He stops in surprise as he see a young, blonde woman hunched over collecting herbs from under a tree.]

Rosalee... [He says softly, but the woman hears him and looks up. There is a kind smile on her face.]

Hector! Would you mind helping me gather these?

[He moves towards her and when she stands up, without saying a word, he wraps his arms around her and holds her close.]

Lord Karakael!
[The boy smiles, pushing a puppet towards the camera.]
What do you think of this one? Is she-
-pretty?
The puppet the child holds, no longer a puppet but rather a young woman with rose colored hair and emerald eyes, twitches and then glances up coyly.
Does she please you, my love?
She's exquisite. Where did you find this one, Ynoldeh?
As if you really wish the answer to that.
A chuckle, and the view mists, replacing the rather stark room with one of dozens of not-puppets lying discarded on every surface. Then the female puppet collapses as if her strings were cut, and the voice now comes from a child thrown against a wall.
What of this one, Kaaree? This is more to your taste, no?
There is a weary sigh. Must you tease me, love?
You are no fun, dearest.

Then the room is gone, and the boy is looking up, confused.
Lord Karakael?
Sorry, Zalo. Yes, she is quite pretty. Hands take the doll and turn it this way and that. You're almost ready to work on real cadavers.

[This is probably an accidental post, considering there's not much going on besides Shelly, sitting comfortably on his sofa, watching some old black-and-white movie. The magic DDD camera then decides it wants to focus on the TV, so you get a close-up shot of said film.

It appears to be some kind of romance: a tall and handsome gentleman dances with a beautiful lady, their bodies pressed together - but not obscenely so, heavens, no - and his hand high on her back, and their faces...

... Suddenly, it turns out the gentleman is Shelly de Killer. As for the beautiful lady, she is none other than Dr. Temperance Brennan.]

"My dear..." [it's the gentleman speaking, and hey, Shelly's mannerisms aren't entirely out of place in a movie like this,] "I have never seen a clavicle as elegant as yours."

[A meow. Wait, a meow? There's no cat in this scene--

But there is one in Shelly's real living room. The man sits stupefied for a moment, and then brings his palm to the front of his face.]

["I'm sorry, boy," says a reassuring voice in his head that echoes in the posted video.]

[the scene opens with someone who hasn't been seen on the community in quite a while-- Ozai, only here he's crouched low to the ground in a deferential pose]

My daughter. The community brought me back from the dead for a reason, and I believe that it was to beg your forgiveness. A former leader has no right to attempt to assassinate the successor that he chose himself. You are the rightful Fire Lord, and always will be until you have your own heir. Please accept my apologies and show me mercy for my crimes.

[now you can see that Azula's standing above him, a hard look on her face]

Why should I? You're not anything to me anymore. I have a new family now-- remember, the ones that you threatened?

I don't care about your apologies or desire for my forgiveness. Maybe you've changed your tune, but I've changed mine as well. I'm not looking for your approval anymore. Even when I return to claim my throne, it won't be for you-- it'll be for the glory of the Fire Nation alone. And until then, I'll be working to help my family. My real family.

[Ozai's eyes narrow]

Your pretend family, yes. The ones that you allow to love you and that you love in return.

They make you weak.

[and Azula just raises an eyebrow]

Well, if you think I'm weak, then you won't be expecting this.

[and she shoots a bolt of lightning straight into his heart]

[She's surrounded by lights everywhere, beaming at her just as brightly as the faces in the audience. Everything feels perfect. It's her applause.]

[Only a second later, she's not receiving a standing ovation from the audience after her amazing Don't Rain on My Parade performance anymore. It only takes her another moment to realize where she is, lying underneath-- Jesse-- on the set of the amazing, riveting, raw, Tony Award-winning Spring Awakening. Second act, in the hayloft, the way he is moving on top of her dizzying. He isn't supposed to be saying anything-- the scene purely simulated, silent on paper-- but he leans in close to her ear anyway to whisper, could Finn do this to you? On stage, no less? Sending you so high, that you--]

[In an instant the scene dissolves to reveal her bedroom, Jesse splayed on top of her, his hand hungrily palming her breast, the door slamming open as Finn stalks in, furious.] "What the hell is he doing here, Rachel?!"

"This isn't what it looks like, Finn!"

"Isn't it, Rachel?" [Jesse looks too smug for his own good.] "Isn't it exactly what it looks like? You're mine, Rach, and everyone knows it, especially the Jolly Green Giant over here."

"Hey!"

[There's a long, heavy pause as Jesse's grin only widens, the look on his face nothing short of lecherous as he turns to look at Finn, his words slow, carefully chosen.]

"... unless you want to... join us?"

"N-no!" [Her eyes go wide as she squeaks out her protest. But it's not enough as Finn suddenly walks over to Jesse, resolute as he kisses him, hard.]

[For just a second, she dares to blink and almost misses the way their faces seem to morph together to reveal Quinn's instead, crawling on top of her, body shifting ferrally over hers.] "I'm not gay!"

"Just between the two of us, Berry, we both know that neither of them are really any match compared to me. And deep down inside, I think you know that, too. Stop kidding yourself. Everyone knows you're really gay."

[Before Rachel can really protest-- emphatically-- everything returns to reality, Rachel jolting up in her seat in front of her computer, eyes wide with horror.] Oh-- oh no.

...yeah.

I'm alive.

What did I miss? Anybody out there?

(OOC: Because I've been sick and out of the loop for so long, this is me and Gale playing catch up. Sorry guys. ;; Think of this as an opportunity for random chat and CR idk)

[James is sitting in his room, on his bed. It's clear he's just woken up and he's checking the book for anything about his friends he needs to reply to. Seeing nothing imminent, he places it back on the side but doesn't realise it's still open.

He slides down to lie on his covers, hands behind his head and his eyes closed, drifting off into thoughts he never shares with anyone else.

The scene starts with James a little older than he is now. He's holding a baby who can't be more than five or six months old, rocking him gently to keep him asleep. After a few minutes, a woman appears in the picture but her face is obscured. James looks up to kiss her lips and as he pulls back, she comes more into focus. She has red hair and green eyes. It's Lily.

She takes the baby from her husband and James pulls her onto his lap so he place his arms around them both. They stay there for a few more minutes in blissful happiness until Harry awakens and you see his green eyes as well. James smiles and laughs, hugging his family close to him as the scene fades out.

James opens his eyes and rubs them a little, also smiling before leaving his room for breakfast.]

[kamina, bloody but alive, is standing on top of a long red mecha with a young boy to his left, a busty redhead to his right, and a huge group of men in front of him.  they're all cheering, they did, they captured dai-ganzan and turned it into the dai-gurren, no one was hurt, he'll be with his family for years to come.....

he and an older man that looks almost exactly like him embrace.  the elder says, 'you did good, son'....

he's riding a raptor and being cool....

kamina's a lot taller....

he's scooping up a little boy that has his wild hair under one arm and a little girl wearing sheryl's earring under the other....

he and renji and an older simon are all jamming to fire bomber....

humans daydream more than half the day about no specific subject.  the post can only grab pieces and parts, but it's enough.]

[The house is the same one that has appeared in the previous post: small but homey. Many of the things on the walls look to be home made. The only notable difference are the pictures. Roze and her son are still visible but so is a man: tall and dark, looking both strong and kind.

All three are sitting on the couch, the man with his arm around her and Culver between them. A book is open and on his lap, his eyes focused on the pictures as Roze's lips move, obviously reading the story. As small hands work to turn the page, a quizzical look and question is thrown at the other man, causing him to smile as he answers.

And then it vanishes.

The house is still there, as are Roze and Culver, but they're alone. Now, just the two of them sit on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her and Culver's head is in her lap as he naps beside her. In her hands is an obviously torn shirt as well as needle and thread. She seems surprised to have lost herself in thought and continues to work just as the transmission ends]

Your the one who kissed me I know it!

[ Momo giving Kairi a strange look and laughed a bit. ]
Sorry Kairi it wasn't me, it was actually the lifeguard-

But I felt your long and beautiful hair in my face! It was you, I know it!!
Eh...it was the lifeguard I swear. The one with the long hair. The only thing I did was save you from the water. He was the one who brought you back to life.

[ As she laughed a bit, Kairi spat from his mouth and cried slightly. Walking closer to Momo he went on his knees. ]

No way! That's so sick!
Let's just call it Karma. But now thanks to your stupid rumor, now everyone thinks we kissed! I don't even like you! I don't even know you! The one I love is Togi! Now your going to fix this understood? But tell me how first.

[ Kairi getting back up smirked a bit. ]

How about we make our little rumor true?

[ He quickly went in and kissed Momo on the lips. As they kissed, he went on to grab her hip and slowly began to slide his hand under her shirt. But before he could do anymore, Momo kicked him away and began beating him with her purse. ]
Eww get away from you freak! Bastard! Asshole! Die you maggot!

[ Wack! Wack! ]

[The feed opens on the living room of a middle-class suburban home. It appears to be empty, deserted. Until...]

MOOOOOOM!

[In storms a teenage girl with light red hair and un unusually long neck. Her dark blue eyes are stormy and her hands are balled into fists. She stomps her feet. This is Candace Flynn, brother busting extraordinaire. At least, that what she likes to think.]

Mom, where are you? You won't believe what Phineas and Ferb are doing! They built a- hey, who left the computer on?

[Momentarily distracted from her previous quest, Candace wanders up to the computer, squinting at the screen.] Dramadramaduck? What the heck is dramadramaduck?

[His mind always wanders a little during the repetitive exercises in ballet class. He has perfect form, so the instructor never speaks to him. He’s just left alone with his thoughts. Today, like every other day, he’s watching Rachel.

She’s watching herself in the mirror, one hand balanced on the bar as she bends, working studiously through her pliés. She’s still doing demi-pliés, which is good. He usually can’t watch her do grand-pliés for very long. Then, she bends deep down, so very low, and his dance belt gets…uncomfortably tight.

Her back is straight, all of her muscles focused on doing the perfect job. Bend, and back up. Feet straight, body aligned.

He can’t help but see her differently, can’t help wishing.]

[He stops seeing the ballet studio and instead his vision is filled with a sea of white, the smell of fresh, clean cotton in the air. He rolls in the body-heated sheets, seeking something specific out.

His hand finds warm flesh, a hip, and he slips his arm around the body, his palm sliding over her flat, toned stomach.]

“Good morning.” [It’s mumbled into the soft skin at the curve of her neck, silky brown hair getting caught on his lips.]

“Good morning!” [She chirps back at him cheerfully, beams at him over her shoulder and he knows it’s true what they say about pregnant women glowing. They only found out yesterday, but she already looks different to him.

He leans in to kiss her, the ring on his left hand glinting in the sunlight as he pushes her onto her back and links his fingers with hers. Her legs circle his waist, an automatic response after so many years together, as he lets his right hand wander up her shirt.

He’s just shifted her higher up on the bed, kissing her collarbone, when something -- whap! -- lands on the bed next to him.]

“What the --” [Pookie, the Beagle mix puppy, ten months old and pure energy, just stands on the bed next to him, his whole back end wiggling as he wags his tail furiously. Jesse scowls back at him.] “This dog was a terrible idea.”

“Admit it, you love him.” [Rachel sends him a look as she lifts the squirming dog into her lap and he remembers the ‘Pookie is a member of the family, too’ discussion in painfully clear detail.]

“Of course I love him. He’s a member of the family.” [He would have sounded a lot more convincing if he hadn’t been frowning. But Rachel doesn’t even notice as she leans in to kiss the dog’s wet, black nose, her own nose scrunching up when he licks her face in return.]

“Mr. St. James!” [He looks up just in time to see Rachel at the lowest point of a grad-plié and he slips, his hand catching the bar as his instructor shakes her head.] “Focus, please.”

[The video clip is incredibly short.

It shows Karofsky sitting on the bleachers to McKinley's football field; the lights to the field are on but the stands are empty except for Karofsky and another guy, who is sitting next to him.

The guy isn't someone specific; his features are vague and indistinct. But he is clearly smiling while they both chat, seeming happy.

The video cuts out when Karofsky holds the guy's hand and squeezes it in his.]

[Albus' daydream is short and simple. It shows him standing outside his house late at night, facing the yard. For a moment he just stands there before sinking to the grass, sitting cross-legged.

He pulls out a small stone from his pocket and holds it before turning it over in his hand once, twice, three times.

When he's done, two apparitions appear, seeming like ghosts but not transparent in any way. One is an older woman, who seems stern until she smiles down at her son. The second looks almost like an older Albus, but with cropped hair and wearing striped robes -- clearly the sign of an Azkaban prisoner.

The video feed cuts off soon after, but it lingers long enough to show the bright, unabashed smile on Albus' face.]

[The scene opens with a blue sky, and spins around suddenly, showing a big golden eye, and a gap-toothed smile.]

Hey! Give me that! That's not yours!

[There's a high-pitched, childish giggle, and suddenly a pair of hands catch hold of the communication device. It's angled in such a way that the screen shows an angle of Winry's body.]

That's not yours. What do we say about things that aren't yours?

Don't play wif 'em!

That's right! So?

So don't play wif 'em!

Exactly. Now go get your daddy so we can have supper.

[The video changes, and it's Winry sitting on a bed in the hotel room she's sharing with Ed, aimlessly doodling on a notepad.]

[OOC: Blue is for an unnamed child of obvious Elric-Rockbell lineage.]

Vanille and another woman are standing outside an apartment building. The older woman's arm is around Vanille's shoulder. She looks almost relieved. "We're going to stay here, right, Fang?"

The older woman laughs. "And why not? Damn it, missy, I don't think I could convince you to go--you know I can't risk letting you out of my sight again."

Vanille smiles, gently. Happily. "Because we promised, right?"

Fang ruffles Vanille's hair gently. "Sure did. We won't ever be separated again, it doesn't what happens," she says.

Vanille turns around and wraps her arms around her. "I missed you so much, Fang..."

She doesn't say anything and just returns the hug.

[Green eyes peer over the top of a box, older than they should be and curious before child-sized hands reach out and pull the box down, smiling brightly.]

Shuichi! [Kurama, making the face that all seven year olds with their hands caught in the cookie char make, winces and peers down from his place on a ladder to look at a small, gray haired older lady, her foot tapping.] What are you doing?

Just looking, Obaasan.

Looking where you shouldn't, in your elder's things. [Her voice is stern, but her eyes, brown and not unusual like her grandson's, are fond.] What are you doing with that old kimono?

I like the colors, they're pretty.

[She sighs, shaking her head and taking the box from him.] Of course. Well, if we're going to relive my younger days you should have someone who knows how to treat them with respect.

[Kurama smiles and all but leaps down from the ladder, coming to rest at her side] Thank you, 'Baasan!

Go wash your hands, you've been eating enough azuki bean paste to make a kitsune content for a year.

[Kurama nods and makes his way towards the kitchen, and the daydream fades out with him]

[OOC: Yes, two - I just wasn't going to combine this slightly more... PG-13-ish piece with that sweet post of Snape thinking about Lily. I just couldn't do it! xD And I REGRET NOTHING ABOUT THIS POST. HA!]

[She felt so good under him, her body lithe, skin smooth. Long ago they had done away with shirts and such and now it was just bare chests and torsos against each other, flesh practically burning with desire. His lips to hers he deepened the kiss as one of his hands snaked between them to the button of her jeans. Her body arched up toward his hand, wanting more contact, willing him onward. He smiled against her lips.

When he pulled away from her lips she gave a little sound disappointment. However, her mood quickly changed as she felt those same lips kissing her neck. Her hands roamed the expanse of his back, reveling in each feature. He wasn't a muscle-bound brute but he wasn't just skin and bones either. His body was lean but more or less average in appearance and feel.

She turned her head to allow him more access to her neck, letting out little gasps and soft moans as he delighted her. And then - she could feel a hand worming its way inside her jeans and -

Viewers snap from that lusty daydream back to the present where Severus Snape is standing at his work table, looking quite flushed. He curses Rachel's daydream, which had been broadcast earlier, and returns to his work. Terror smacks him upside the head, though, as he suddenly remembers the current virus. He turns and to his horror the book is sitting nearby, broadcasting.]

Oh no... No, no, no...

[If not for the virus, Ed probably would not be daydreaming right now. He's lying lazily across the bed in the hotel room...]



( OOC cut for blood, violence and traumatic events... )

[He snaps out of the daydream with a tremor, pale with a bead of sweat sliding down his temple to his cheek. He clears his throat and looks away at a page of notes instead.]  

*Apparently, somebody's been hungry.

The daydream that the community posts next is a vision of a towering chocolate castle with a moat made of liquid chocolate and a drawbridge made out of a chocolate bar. Surrounding it is an opulent city constructed entirely from unhealthy food. The sun is even a giant takoyaki.*

Yes.

[The post is in bits and snatches, fading out and overlaying.

An oddly-dressed older man hunched over on the ground in front of you, his scarf pooled around him. I'm sorry, he says, as if he's in pain. Good job.

A town below you, spread out between hills, covered in the half-light of twilight or false dawn. You watch a while as lights are flicked on and off in the buildings, then turn your attention to the hills.

A turquoise-haired woman cocking her head to the side and smiling. What's next, chief? she asks. Behind her in the large room are two rows of shadowy figures kneeling on pillows, their attention towards you.

Handing tea and daifuku to...someone, a woman maybe, who is sitting next to you.

The sound of children playing as you stare up at the bare tree branch you can see through the window, stark against the cloudless sky.]

[ It's a normal daydream for Vriska-- she's the most badass of the pirates, her enemies are throwing themselves at her feet after she defeats them in single combat, she's swimming in piles of loot, etc. etc. all going as expected.

And then her first mate comes into the cabin and he is looking very sexy in his wifebeater and jeans and scraggly hair (and glasses? no, those are gone a second later, this is 100% nic cage). In fact, he comes in a few times, as she thinks about what would be the most dramatic, but she settles on him coming in drenched from the rain while explosions occur behind him ]

"The fleet's taken care of, Humminbird."

[ she quirks her lips ]

"You would dare to address your superior officer in such a personal manner?"

"Ah reckon that right's been earned, what with me savin' your life yesterday."

"A technicality. Surely I would have released myself within seconds, had you not deigned to carry out your natural duties as my first mate."

[ yadda yadda the florid pirate prose continues, and after TENSE BANTER and MEANINGFUL LOOKS MindfangVriska and Nic Cage fall into each other's arms and commence with the sloppy makeouts. ]