[001 || Video]

[serving_love]

[The video flickers on, at first giving you nothing but a lovely view of some grass and the tip of a black shoe. The image is shaky as the picture swings from one side to the other, and a man's voice can be heard muttering.]

"The hell is this shitty thing...?"

[Eventually the screen gets flipped around with more dizzying momentum, showing a brief shot of the sky before lowering to take in a very confused face that is definitely looking worse for wear. He stares for a moment before sighing, and then drags his eyes away and instead gives his surroundings a scrutinizing look. As the camera pans back slightly, you're able to take in the torn and dirty clothes, the bruises and dried blood, and the general air of exhaustion the man has about him.]

"...Wonder where that bastard sent me." [He scrubs a hand over his face and through his hair, still muttering.] "Nami-san and Robin-chan better be alright, I swear—" [There's another sigh, slightly wistful this time, before the man looks curiously back to the screen again. Some faint beeping can be heard as he messes around with various buttons, and then the picture cuts out as he grumbles one last thing.]

"Fuck, I need a cigarette."

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[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

[vaguely] Yeah, somewhere around. [Frowns, remembering passing through one of said markets and wanting to trade doing a chore of some kind for the seller in return for an apple—and having his Dreamberry snatched and fiddled with and then voila, being told that he'd paid. Somehow. He mutters under your ramblings, since he's still not quite sure what happened—] ...You might have money. I think.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Or maybe not baked potatoes, something like herb roasted potatoes might be—what, really? [blinks and refocuses, glancing back at his Dreamberry] Where?

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

In your phone—the Den Den thing we're talking on.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

[peers down at it] This shitty little thing is hella complicated, huh? Someone told me there's a map on it, too. ...You called it a phone? I thought it was a...shitty-dream-something. Dreamberry?

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

...That, too. Heard it called a lot of things. N'yeah, I've had the map come up before, though the damn thing didn't work right. [>____>]

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

[low chuckle] Doubt it was the map that wasn't working... [finally wanders into the city part of his walk, eyeing all the buildings around him] What else does it do? The Den Den thing.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Che. [Face ticks, but chooses to remain calm and ignore your nonsense.] You heard about it showing dreams?

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

...Yeah. [and looks none too pleased about it] Huge shitty inconvenience, that.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Mm. [<--Vaguely agreeing noise. Zoro hasn't seen or broadcast any dreams yet, and he usually doesn't remember his dreams, anyway, so he's not sure whether it'll be a real problem or not. But...if it's Sanji...] ...Shit. Oi, don't let it show any of your dreams, ero-cook.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

[goes slightly red and scowls down at Zoro] Tch, well I don't PLAN on broadcasting my shit all over the place, asshole, but it's not like I know how the hell this thing works. Like you know a damn thing about my dreams anyway! They're not that bad. Sometimes. [and then belatedly] —And don't call me that, ya shitty mosshead!!

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

[darkly] I know if that kind of shit gets broadcast about Nami or Robin, they'll find out and kill all of us. Even if it's from your head. Ero-cook. [Or maybe Nami will just sink him to some new freakish level of debt-hell that is currently unimaginable. Either way, you'd better KEEP A LID ON IT, cook. >8|]

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Oi oi oi, the only dreams I ever have about Nami-san and Robin-chan are completely pure— [nope] —and clean— [nu-uh] —and 100% innocent— [total BS :|] —so shut your goddamn mouth, marimo! I would never sully their lovely images by letting my subconscious get the better of me at night. And if I find out anyone else has any untoward dreams about them... [frankly, he's pretty sure Zoro's not even capable of having dreams like this, but he's giving him the stink eye anyway >|] I'll kick their ass. Got it?

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[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

[...You're beyond goddamn ridiculous, shit-cook.]

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

[...Nope, still making this face, actually.]

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Sure. [Zoro's voice isn't actually dripping with sarcasm, but only because...he just doesn't talk that way. It's more extremely dismissive. But you know the sarcasm is there anyway, right Sanji?]

[And he knows damn well he's not gonna have any such untoward dreams, but he can't help it with that kind of poke, Zoro answers] You could try, anyway.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

[Oh yes, yes he knows it's there and it's making him clench his teeth a little harder and wish that shitty green head was closer by so he could send his foot flying at it :|||] No trying necessary, shithead, I'd just do it and have you flat on your ass quicker than Luffy could sniff out the meat in a shitty butcher shop!

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[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Keep dreaming, cook.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

...But not with your Dreamberry close by.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Oh, ha shitty ha. You could just ignore it, you know. Don’t watch if something like that happens. Which it won’t. Ever. [repeating himself will make it true, right? >.>] Because I don’t have dreams like that about my lovely ladies.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Hn. [Zoro doesn't know how the damn thing works, either, so he's not sure if ignoring it is possible. He definitely won't be keeping the thing on his person at night, though. :|a] Doesn't seem like it'd be a problem if people could choose to watch or not. ...We'll see. [Ignoring your denials, btw, because they are clearly nonsense.]

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Might be one of those...curiosity killed the shitty cat kind of things. Whatever. [makes a mental note to get more details about that whole thing later, because seriously, dreams should stay inside your own head for a reason >.>] Anything else I should know?

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't know you probably know this already, and it should've been said earlier.] ...You, me, and Luffy are the only ones here.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

...Yeah. [huge overdramatic sigh] Don't remind me.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

[Oh. So you did know.] Hn. We'll find the others.