<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Monsterpoh06.jpg)<br/><div align="center">Danielle - Oracle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)</div></div><em>OOC: Danielle received a foretelling, someone will get killed protecting Evan. | She is sans her lace jacket, having lost it at the Rave. | Danielle is cashing in a debt from Anoushka Chockalingam, for use of her artifact, the Dream Weaver. | Taryn is Lending Danielle a Hand by giving a basic massage. | Danielle rolled a 12 for Escape A Situation.</em><br/><hr/>Danielle had expected to see a similarly dim room with separated stalls and a sink and a large mirror for the girls to touch up their makeup. What she didn't expect was to see the same scene of someone who stumbled into the "Backrooms." Except it wasn't filled with the stench of old moist carpet, walls of monochromatic yellow, and the humming of flouresecent office lights. It had an aroma of flowers, though at the beginning of the labyrinth, the odor wasn't specific. The ground was soft to the feet and it silenced Danielle and Rusya's footfalls as if they had suddenly gained the steps of a ninja. The walls were of the same dim shades of red and pink, splashed with varying patterns that if one looked too hard, they'd become sick. Even though it had been as dim as it was in the club proper, somehow Danielle knew which hallway or corridor to take and never did she have to double back on a chosen path. It was the fact that the odor she was smelling, the smell of roses, was getting stronger the closer they were to the center.<br/><br/>It was through one of the many trap doors they came across that deposited them into the center of the maze. The scent of roses was awaft in the room, almost snuffing out any other smell. The sight before them was peculiar. On a raised platform in the center of the room was a heart-shaped bed with white sheets and a red comforter, the light illuminating them coming from spotlights mounted from the ceiling, contrasting it from the darkened perimeter of the space. Right beside it was a cart with a bucket of ice, a champagne bottle sitting inside it, and two champagne flutes.<br/><br/>The bed had this allure to both of them and before anyone knew it, they were right next to the bed. Rusya let out a laugh, causing Danielle to turn to him. He commented on what he just experienced, stating the obvious and inserting his personal choices, if he had the power to control the dream. Danielle didn't know why or how, but she felt like she had the opposite. It had been the Dream Walker. She reminded herself that she was not on a romantic-esque escapade with a Russian mob boss, but literally walking in his dream, uninvited, yet somewhat welcomed.<br/><br/><strong>"If I can speak plainly,"</strong>Danielle began, walking slowly towards the cart, a sign that she was biding her time with an explanation and showing him there was no need to be hasty,<strong>"You are a newcomer to these lands. You have money to pay off people who would do as you say without questions asked. Some of these people would risk being deported if caught."</strong>Her posture was straight and serious.<strong>"I would let you know that you have employed forces that are more than mortal, some who could rip a human to shreds without breaking a sweat. I am one myself, though I employ methods of clairvoyance rather than sharp teeth and claws."</strong><br/><br/>As she was still speaking, she took one of the wine flutes, emptied its contents back over her shoulder, and with just her fingertips, altered the physical properties of the flute, shrinking it down to size so that it was a shot glass with the same amount of mass in a smaller form. She ran her fingers over the bed and before Rusya's eyes, the heart-shaped bed became a table and two chairs, all of which lacked no frills or color. It conveyed seriousness in their physicality.<strong>"And I am in your dream because I am using an artifact that allows me to walk into another person's dreams and as I've realized, I can manipulate it to a certain degree, just like that,"</strong>Danielle explained, as she lastly picked up the champage in the cooler. As she picked it up, it morphed into a bottle of vodka. Rusya could observe that the bottle was still sealed and the contents of his flute had disappeared into thin air and his flute instantly appeared as a matching shot glass in his hand.<br/><br/>Danielle took the bottle of vodka from the cooler and carried it to the table. She set the shot glass down and took a seat, answering Rusya's question with a little bit of truth mixed with a bit of falseness.<strong>"I sought you out because there are individuals in this city who seek to do harm to you, in one way or another. I figured you would need allies, not merely expendable foot soldiers, and some who operate in the more supernatural circles of the city. And if I could comment on your earlier troubles, it seemed to me you were desperate for someone you could trust."</strong>She slid her shot glass forward, assuming Rusya would do the honors and pour her a shot of dreamscape vodka.