Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: Well, just for reference's sake, though I don't know how much she notices stuff, Siren would note that on the day after their talk in Battery, Dream spent all early morning and up till about noon in the Workout Room, working himself under his fists were bleeding from punching the bag, and he literally passed out. Micah took him upstairs and put him to bed. He woke up late, went and did a more controlled workout, then left. He came back early morning with Xu, Xu put him in the shower, stayed until the shower was done, then left by boat. Dream then did his usual walkaround then went to bed.

Siren: *nods* Siren notices a lot more than she lets on sometimes. Sometimes she is frighteningly oblivious. But she'll notice enough to know something is wrong with Dream. And she'll stalk him through the house, sometimes a room or so away, but she'll keep him in sight. Which, since it is being followed by a woman of questionable intent who isn't talking, may well be creepy.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He'll be a little strange about it, and will probably check with her, ask if everything's okay.

Siren: She just shakes her head sadly, and reaches out to brush over his heart with her fingers. "Not unless I am mistaken." Her voice is still distant, as if she's trying to pull emotions from somewhere far away and they've been muted.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He frowns a little, confused, then tilts his head to the woman. There's a hint of sudden fear in his eyes, as if he was just caught with his hand in the cookie jaw. "Umm...what do you mean?"

Siren: "If one of us is in pain, it is not me." She runs those two fingers over his heart a few more times, and then looks away, eyes tracking something Dream can't see.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He blinks once, then twice, then gets a wary look in his eyes. His arms fold over his chest, and he watches her. "I'm...well enough, I guess. It's just...been a long week, is all." A slight twitch of the eye, nothing more. He's keeping his emotions under control okay, for now.

Siren: Now her head tilts, and she looks back at him, which puts her looking at him from a rather jarring angle. "I suppose I could be mistaken," she says softly. "Though this time I don't think so."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((WP: Marcel Rolando Romer -> Marcel Rolando Romer: 4,1,6,5,2,4,)) He tries to keep it up, but he just can't. He grows weary suddenly, shaking his head, a deeply sullen look coming to his face as his eyes numb over. "Siren, I...now's maybe not the best time."

Siren: She puts her head back at a more normal angle. "That statement is always a lie in my experience. We are now. It's the only time we have to live."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He leans back against the wall, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. "I...don't make me deal with it. Please."

Siren: Her hands raise to rest, feather-light, over his. "We are now. This is now." She seems to be struggling to convey what she means to say.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He makes a deep breath. "Yes. And then is then. And I don't want to deal with then. It's over. It's done with. Let it stay that way."

Siren: "If it's over why don't you leave it there. Then it wouldn't be here. I'm not keeping it here."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Because I can't." His voice is weary, filled with pain. "So I have to keep it as far down inside as I can. So it feels like it's back there."

Siren: Her hands close over his, and pull back, trying to bring his eyes back into her view. "No. Than it stays here. It needs wings, so it can fly away."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He shuts his eyes in response to the pulling away of the hands. He shakes his head. "This one won't be flying away, Siren. I don't know if it ever will."

Siren: "Why won't you look at me?"

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He sighs, and finally opens his eyes, looking down at her, his jaw setting a little. His eyes, usually a bright green, are slightly dull with numbness, glistening a little with half-formed tears. "I hurt too much right now, Siren. I can't do my job properly if I hurt too much."

Siren: "What is your job?"

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Protect the people in this house. And, also, protect Alexis and her child, though that's not orders from the same person. More of a...duty."

Siren: "What is your purpose?"

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Marcel Rolando Romer -> Marcel Rolando Romer: 1,9,6,4,9,2,)) A blink, suddenly, and he looks at Siren, as if horrified by that question.

Siren: "Are you alright?" She reaches out to touch his face.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He actually jerks back, instinctively, away from her hand. "Wh...what do you mean, by that?" His voice is hoarse, his eyes near panic.

Siren: "I just want to know if your job and your purpose are the same. Would you like tea?" Her fingers linger in the air, where he would have been.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods a little bit, staring at her. He's pressed tightly against the wall, panicked, as if he's worried she's about to attack or worse.

Siren: She nods, then slowly and deliberately reaches toward him. "Let me? Please." But if Dream moves again, she doesn't touch him.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((WP: Claudius -> Claudius: 7,1,8,3,9,4,)) He stares at her, as if he might bolt, but manages not to move away, as she touches him. He's shaking, his entire body, visibly.

Siren: "Shhhhhhhh...." For a second her eyes focus on his, and she takes a single deep breath. There is a sense of peace that floods through Dream for the fifteen seconds or so she keeps contact. It fades when she breaks contact and walks away to make tea.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He seems surprised by the sensation, gasping a bit as contact is broken. He stands there a long moment, watching her leave, and follows into the kitchen after about a minute.

Siren: She's just making tea again, as if nothing ever happened, humming softly.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He walks in, looking at her oddly, as he hops up on the counter, watching her. He's still a little wary, regarding her with a mix of confusion, gratitude, and cluelessness.

Siren: "Catnip?" She asks, gone back to disconnected again. "Or clove and cinnamon?"

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Clove and cinnamon, please. I could use purfication and healing, I think. Happiness can come later."

Siren: "Mmmmm."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: A slight nod, as he lights one of his ever-present cigarettes. "What...exactly did you do, back there? Out of curiosity."

Siren: "Something Chalidae taught me."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "What is it? A Gift, obviously. But..." He shrugs a little, trailing off. He looks a little...disconcerted by it, as his paranoia has come out a bit.

Siren: "She can do. She taught me. I thought-" She goes back to tea for a minute. "You seemed to need calm."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods, relaxing for just a little. "So it just...calms people, then. Sounds like a good skill to have."

Siren: "It makes them feel what I want to share," she corrects gently. "Nutmeg?"

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "No, thanks. My dreams are fun enough without being enhanced." He sighs a little. "I'm...sorry I lost it for a moment, Siren."

Siren: She shrugs. "It happens. I spend most of time around people who are or have been close to breaking. Would you like me to come into your dreams? I can protect you."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: His eye twitches a little, and he shakes his head. "No, thank you for the offer, though."

Siren: "You keep doing that," she says sadly.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Doing what?"

Siren: "Twitching."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He purses his lips, and nods. "Yeah. Well, it's been a hell of a year, so far." He takes a drag of the cigarette.

Siren: "You aren't well." It's less an observation and more an expression of concern.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Very far from it." He smiles a little.

Siren: She nods and pours the tea, offering him a cup. "What do you need?"

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He shrugs a little. "Several years of serious post-trauma therapy, something called the Cup of Osiris, and a letter or some kind of indication of any sort of acceptance from three individuals in Central Park would be a good start." He takes the tea with a grateful nod of the head.

Siren: "Cup of Osiris?"

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Long story. Supposedly, it can restore vampires to life, from what I hear."

Siren: "What? Why would you do that?" She seems startled, not outraged.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "If they truly want it? Why shouldn't they be offered the chance at redemption?"

Siren: "Why should they have to be alive to be redeemed? If they truly want it, why does that matter?"

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He sighs. "Because they...I don't know. Because vampires were once human. They were transformed into this state, not always by choice, which is by it's nature corrupt. Like...a fomori. So, to be redeemed, they can either regain humanity, so they don't have to continue preying on it, or...apparently, there's something called Gol...whatever. It's a long, involved process, apparently." He seems a little...unsure about the whole thing, though his convictions surely don't lack.

Siren: "There are those of you who would say you were once human, and did not chose to become otherwise. Werewolf, vampire, how is it different, if the choice is not granted."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Because the Sept will destroy one, and not the other." He shrugs, looking at the surface of his tea. "I'm not disagreeing with you. But it doesn't change certain facts, I'm afraid."

Siren: "You are flawed as my fallen family. The whole world is broken." She shrugs and sighs. "I was going to leave, but then I was stopped."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He looks at her a moment, head tilted. "Where were you going to leave to? And what stopped you?"

Siren: "I don't know. To start all this over. To start something else. Fausto."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "You were going to move onto your next like, and....he stopped you."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((like=life))

Siren: "Yes."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods. "Sounds like we have more and more in common each day."

Siren: "I wouldn't know much more than that. I've forgotten...."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: A slight nod, and he looks down at his tea, paying close attention to it. "Do you consider that a good thing, or a bad thing?"

Siren: "I couldn't say. I do ot know what I have forgotten. Chalidae made Damon forget, and he got better after that. But you are talking, and moving, and he was very still."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He just looks at her, a little confused.

Siren: "Damon was...like my son. I had...a few children like that. One of my own. But I left him at the Concerto. Because I was going to leave. But then I couldn't go where I'd planned and I went to Maine and then Fausto found me, and Silkie asked me to come look at the river. So I'm here now."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He listens to her, nodding wen she's done. "I understand. Mostly, anyway. What are you going to do once you're done looking into the river?"

Siren: "I don't know. I've already learned to knit. Cooking still elludes me. All I can make is stew and snadwiches."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He smiles a litle at that. "I'll teach you to make Ramen, one of these days. Easy stuff to make."

Siren: She nods. "Other than that, I don't know. I'll...find something. I'm not pregnant now, I can go back to what I was doing. No baby to worry about, nor Damon." She sounds...not entirely happy about that, but resigned.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "What were you doing?"

Siren: "Executing people who were beyond redemption."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Ahhh." He stops, as he tries to consider who a redeemed Spiral would consider beyond redemption. "Such as?"

Siren: "I could show you, though I'm not sure how to explain." She sighs. "But you already have nightmares. I'd rather not make them worse."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods a little. "Point made. Thank you for the consideration."

Siren: "Sometimes there are things that will cause nothing but more pain. Things that prey on children and helpless things. Things that inflict pain because they like the sounds of suffering." She growls, that same growl she used on Lex and Tanasee. "So I destroy them." She doesn't seem to have any particular emotional investment in the killing itself, just the reasoning behind it.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods. "And the world owes you a debt for each one you destroy."

Siren: "I think I may still owe it. From what I hear, I was not a very good person. I'm still not sure I am." She smiles, and leans toward him to kiss his cheek. "Enjoy the tea. I'll talk to you later. You still need wings."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods a little bit, leaning down to facilitate the kiss. "Good-bye, Siren. Thank you. I'll talk to you later."

Siren: She waves, and leaves, heading upstairs. (And I have to go sleep, so you are spared further insanity from Siren for the evening. Thanks though, it's always neat playing with you.)

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Thanks a lot! SDorry about the slowness...I love Siren. *G*))

Siren: (*nods* Thanks. I enjoy her. *hugs* Take care you.)