8-Inside of my glorious mind

[amansgottadowhat]

Unidentifiable foes, although there is a suspiciously familiar lab coat and goggles adorning one of them, lie at his feet, defeated, perhaps unconscious, perhaps without a pulse any longer.

But he is in a lovely stereotypical flower-filled field, surrounded by women at his arms, and lots of celebration going on and a parade, for him, in the background. You can tell it's for him because of his face being plastered everywhere.

[OoC: Sorry for late! Do whatever, say whatever, whoever is welcome.]

Comments

[horrible-protag.livejournal.com]

At least he knew how to stay afloat in these waters. He'd had experience with interviewers. Lots of experience, if you got his drift.

If he was giving you a drift. "Oh, journalism? That's great. I should have guessed, you conduct yourself extremely well, and you do know your way very well around questioning people."

[cutenperky.livejournal.com]

"Well, it is a handy skill to have here," Alice looked around blankly, momentarily forgetting where they were. Right, this was a dream and somewhere her physical body was, unfortunately, back in the city. That was how this worked, right? "Everyone here seems to play their cards so close to their chest."

[horrible-protag.livejournal.com]

"I can only imagine." He saw her looking around. It really was a perfect setting, wasn't it? And now she wanted him to reveal more and be more relaxed? He could do that no problem. "A shame, isn't it? It's always been my belief that trust and honesty are necessary foundations in any relationship."