o2. [ HYPNOS ] video

[advising]

warnings: alcoholism, fowl, game birds, 2 images?


[ really, is it just fucking noisy in here, or is it just you?

you're usually on a train headed nowhere, with tinkling chandeliers, expensive alcohol, disgusting perfumes, but every time you try and picture yourself there? nothing. nothing but the smell of dust, heat, hay, and stale moonshine. not even the good stuff -- no fruity cocktails or brandies, just moonshine. thick, wheaty and an aftertaste to make you give up the habit completely. or drink more. yes, drinking more is always a good idea.

maybe you're twenty, fresh faced and tired and beaten down, all scraggly haired and angry at the world. maybe you're forty, smashing bottles and falling over feet and floorboards and thin air, and was that a .

but you're definitely asleep, on a couch, dreaming. or maybe you're drunk? oh, yes, drunk. very drunk, drunk beyond imagination drunk. and all you know is that the only thing that stands between you and waking, that keeps you from opening your eyes and finding out where you've been placed -- somewhere between the Capitol and passed out in your front lawn -- literally, the only thing keeping you from doing anything at all?

Geese. Squawking for food, shitting on your shoes, climbing on the couch and on your face and pecking at your hair because they fucking can. and when you wake up, it's nothing but soft, goosey down and the bleating of fat, feathery animals that you love to hate and hate to love.

their feathers get stuck in your air, they peck angrily at your heels, honking and squeaking and screeching on and on and ever fucking on. you stand up and they'r everywhere, hundreds of thousands, and think how easy they have it, because they're just geese. they sleep, eat, drink, shit an breed. the important things in life, you know, but things went all weird for you when the moonshine happened, and you bought geese when you were drunk and really, you'd be better off as a goose yourself.

hey.

that's a thought.

a goose.

you are a goose.

all blinking wide eyes and chattering orange bill, flapping wings and skittish waddle.

nasty bite, too. very, very nasty bite, in fact.

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[64th]

You're a bigger fucking mess than I thought you were.

[advising]

[ well. if they were going to take a trip into his dreams, this is probably one of the nicer ones. ]

See why you need to share your wine, now?

[64th]

Then what would I watch when I wake up in the middle of the night?

[advising]

The back of your eyelids. I hear that whole "going back to sleep" business is pretty popular.

[64th]

You sound like my escort.

Speaking of escorts, I'm surprised you don't dream about yours. The way she bats her eyelashes at you. I'm sure she dreams of you.

[advising]

I'm insulted.

With hair like hers and lips painted to her ears, she may as well have been a goose. Had a very honking, squawking quality to her voice, too. Ironic.

[64th]

So you miss her, then?

I knew you were freaky. Gloss owes me a week's worth of chores.

[advising]

No. Trust me, listen to her talk for thirty seconds and you'll want to kill yourself.

So I think that means you lost.

[ Best not mention the brother, right? probably best to avoid it. ]

[64th]

I hope she shows up, just so I can see how right I am.


[ don't spill the brother beans, Haymitch. ]

[advising]

Right, good luck with that. Then maybe you two can go to your rooms and have little slumber parties about how right you were.

[64th]

Sure. That sounds fun. I'm sure she's got all sorts of dirt on you.

[advising]

Good luck.

[64th]

Thanks, but you'll need the luck, not me.

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[sheriffing]

What the hell was that?

[advising]

I'd say I had a dream. About geese.

The hotel needed entertainment. When I'm gifted a flock, I'll make sure to send one your way, sweetheart.

[sheriffing]

You always dream about geese, or is this a special occasion?

With how this place works, we'll be outnumbered by morning.

[advising]

You know, needed some light and fluffy feelings, that's all.

I'll make sure to tell all the geese that you are not an adversary.

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[ivolunteer]

( what. the. fuck. )

geese.

[advising]

Well done. And what sound does a goose make, Katniss?

[text]

[unpurify]

fowl play?

[advising]

Finally, someone with a sense of humor.

[unpurify]

birds of a feather you could say

[It's certainly a welcome break from the nonstop slew of horrific images that's been hitting his tablet routinely for the last week.]