Third Draft; Dream Sequence

[cuffmeonce]

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]

Comments

stripper!kate is part of the dream entirely, everyone's welcome to gawk

[cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com]

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.

[dresden4hire.livejournal.com]

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?"

Er... feel free not to reply. XD

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

[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.

[horrible-protag.livejournal.com]

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!"