cuffmeonce | Third Draft; Dream Sequence

Rick Castle is running down a New York City sidewalk. Not skipping, not jogging, flat out running. Thank God the street is empty. The reason for this frenzied pace is that he is being chased. The verbs, adverbs and adjectives behind him are quite real and armed with a variety of medieval weapons. There's a flail, a sword and a bow. However, the one that Castle is really scared of is the huge, towering, RED deadline that brings up the rear. Why you may ask? Well because this deadline has a bazooka.

Castle isn't a runner. He's not a jogger. Sure he tries to keep in shape but running for his life isn't part of his exercise regime. He's pretty sure his chest is going to explode and he knows if he gets out of this alive, he's going to have to consider just how far his victims and his leads can run without having their hearts explode. He'll have to experiment with Kate.

He dives into an open doorway, rolls in a very dramatic 'Derrick Storm' fashion to his feet. He looks around an a grin sprawls across his face.

Beckett is on a stripper pole.

Dear God, Castle loves his dreams.

[ooc: free for all. Feel free to bring angry parts of speech with you as well]

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Kate's upside on the pole and sliding downward. The slut-cop uniform leaves enough to the imagination, shows the hint of a red bra underneath the skimpy top. She grins at Castle and tosses her hat in his direction.

"You knew it'd haff to come to an end." The voice is hers, but it's tinged with an accent that's some kind of eastern European. Russian, to be exact. She's upright again, pressed back against the steel rod and looking over her shoulder at him.

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And Castle is just settling back into a couch, watching the show and giving her that idiots grin. "Not an end, Sweetheart. This is just beginning. Sort of waiting it all out."

This is his dream. He knows this is his dream because...well Kate on a stripper pole doing the Russian accent. She's awfully interactive and much less violent than real!Kate. That confuses him. The interactive part. The less violent he understands because it's his dream.

Harry saw Castle running down the street flat out and figured that outside of a gym to ogle women, Castle isn't the type to run without good reason. A moment later Harry spotted the words chasing after the man and he understood. Sort of.

He's about to help out when he felt a presence behind him. Turning around he saw a large group of words running after him as well. Latin words. He'd never been as good at Latin as he should, especially considering it was the language of his spells. But, you get what you pay for with correspondence courses. Harry did recognize them enough to know if they caught him, it would be very bad news. Especially the fire spell.

Taking off after Castle, Harry darted into the same building, albeit slightly less dramatically. Then his eyes went wide.

"Oh," he said, staring at Beckett and trying not to stare at her all at once. "Wow."

He glanced over at Castle. "Is this real?"

"I don't know. I don't care. Do you?"

He pauses in his abject ogling to look over at Harry. "She does do that accent and she's got that bra. She hasn't hit me once or insulted me so...I'm going with no but back to my original statement."

"Yes, I do care," Harry said, nodding and politely averting his eyes just in case that was the real Kate Beckett.

"Because if that is the real Kate, she's going to be really, really pissed about this," he explained. "If not, well, then, it's your fantasy, I just got sucked into it, not my fault."

"You're just not used to her being pissed at you. I, on the other hand, am a seasoned veteran." He reaches out to pick up a glass with scotch in it that wasn't there a moment ago.

"I would prefer to be drafted into that war as little as possible," Harry said, shaking his head. A little angry he didn't mind, a little angry could be fun every now and then. Seriously pissed? Not so much.

"It's not for the faint of heart," Castle nodded. He took a sip of his scotch. "Want a drink?"

[Penny, wandering aimlessly through every darn dream in the City in a vain attempt to find her apartment or her own dream, has just stumbled upon--Hammer? No, not Hammer. Hammer doesn't wear clothes like that and his hair doesn't look quite as good. It's that guy with the building name. Fortress... Castle. Castle.

And holy cow, there's a stripper pole--with a stripper on it, no less!

Blushing furiously, Penny beats a quick retreat. This is definitely not her apartment or her dream.

Castle notices the redhead ducking out and turns to watch, brow furrowed.

"Hey! It's okay..."

He's not entirely sure it is.

"Be careful of the adverbs!"

Okay, now THIS dream he likes. He was sure he saw some words outside, but he wasn't outside anymore, was he? He was- Oh. Well, that was Kate, wasn't it?

The last time he saw Kate, she was interrogating him for something, and that's not a pleasant memory. But, on the other hand, Castle was there. Let's concentrate on that, shall we? And, uh, NOT the giant rooster following him around. And that is currently pecking him about once every five seconds. "Ah, Castle!"

What can he say? Castle has excellent taste. He looks up when Hammer says something and smiles then looks confused.

"Hammer...you brought a rooster with you..."

Well this was turning into a really weird dream. The Kate on a stripper pole thing wasn't that surprising.

Yes, that giant pecker of his is causing quite the commotion. It usually does, after all. He grimaces in response. "It's been following me around all day. I can't do anything about it."

Third Draft; Dream Sequence

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