2019-11-23 - 31,000 feet

One moment, Cole had been nodding off in front of the television, and the next he was waking on an airplane. He blinks, a little blearily, and looks around to notice some of the other passengers, and then down at himself. He's still wearing what he'd come home from work in -- jeans, sneakers, and a long-sleeved but lightweight dark red sweater. Leaning over a bit to look out the window, he tries to see whether they are over land or ocean. Is this a dream, or a Dream? There's no telling, immediately, for him. So he settles back and rubs at his face a little.

Oh something had gone wrong. Terribly wrong. Erin was in coach and there was no way the Addington would fly coach! Not even after all that had happened to her recently. She slumps down in her seat, the buckle still fastened. No one recognized her did they? Then there's the flight attendant. "Miss, can you tell me when we land?" A slight hesitation, "And where?" She glances around again, but it's brief, curiosity has her asking. "And I'd like a ginger ale please. Add lots of tequila, hold the ginger ale."

It's a dream, so this just seems natural... right? Liam's relaxing back in his seat in a pair of jeans and a blue-grey Seattle University sweatshirt to keep off the usual mild chill of air travel. As clouds shadow the windows, he leans forward a bit to go through the magazines in the seat-pocket in front of him. "Score, Skymall," he mutters just loud-enough to be heard. It'll undoubtedly hit him that something's strange sooner or later.

Abby had been enjoying a quiet little nap, trying to catch up on her sleep deficit from long nocturnal shifts. Blinking, she finds herself on an airplane, and raises her hands to rub at her face and her eyes in confusion. Her fingers spread, but nothing's changed. So she rubs her eyes some more, then glances down at herself. What had she been - oh, that's right, a t-shirt with an artistically questionable wolf howling at the moon and space-themed pajama pants, all stars and comets and planets. "Hrm..."

Jessica was working late at the Gazette office when she may have fallen asleep - just for a moment! For some reason, an article about cheaper artificial sugar options wasn't keeping her awake. And now there's a plane trip to deal with. She blinks a couple of times to 'wake' fully. Maybe this is a flight to New York to pick up her Pullitzer Prize? Dressed in simple jeans, t-shirt, and jacket, she peers around at the other passengers. The Gazette stumped up Coach class? Usually the reporters are strapped to the wing. Is that an Addington? Yes, the one she helped protect on a drunken girls night. Not that Erin may have even noticed. Jessica checks what's on the in-seat television - probably a Golden Girls marathon.

Cole blinks a bit in surprise as the man tells him he needs to move, and so he moves, unbuckling his seat belt and standing, moving out into the aisle so that the guy can get out, assuming the guy's got to pee or something, and far be it for him to get between a man and a lavatory if he's got business to take care of. He waits to see if the guy is going to go by so that he can slip back into his seat. It's the giant baby that catches his eye next and he just sort of stares at it in confusion.

So that's gross. The thought crosses Erin's mind as she watches the roach. The drink is given a dubious look, "I've changed my mind. I'll try sleeping for now instead." Lies. She's not going to sleep. She glances surreptitiously around, suddenly grasping at memories, seeking a familiar face. So maybe there are some! Abby is one. Cole, she'd seen in town. Something about dance. Jessica she'd seen briefly at the Firefly with the tray. She'd had the tray right? Erin squints a little. A dream. It had to be. Had to be. The big baby catches her eye too and she laughs. Weird reaction sure, but she does!

"What the heck...?" Liam's brow furrows a little as he looks over the advertisement for 'neck bolts', his head cocking a little to one side and a chuckle stirring up from deep in his chest, "Is this the Halloween issue, or something...?" More amused and bemused than anything, he looks up as Cole gets up and into the aisle. "Hey, careful, man," he offers helpfully to the other man, "I think there's something loose up in the luggage compartment up there."

Abby was feeling a little crowded in her seat, for some reason. After looking down at herself, she glances aside and stares at the baby, then at the woman holding it, her face already shifting into a neutrally pleasant expression, a small warm smile locking in as she blinks. "Oh. What a... strapping baby." It's the best she can do on short notice, shifting away in her seat with her hands coming up in a gesture that starts out as refusal. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure..." And then the woman is passing the baby over, and Abby finds herself having to reach out and try to catch it and try to hold it on her lap, wincing in anticipation.

Odd choice for an in-flight movie. Though it is better than the 'Golden Girls'. Jessica wonders if it's a double feature with 'Airport 75'. But before she can enjoy the 'm' word as only Mr. Jackson can say it, she is distracted by noises above. Her brow furrows. It's probably just luggage...but it's her luggage. A grumble of annoyance as she undoes her belt and gets up to check. Is that a cockroach? Gross. "'Roaches On A Plane' doesn't seem as exciting to make into a movie" she says to no one in particular while struggling to open up the overhead locker.

When Liam warns Cole that something seems to be moving in the overhead bin, he glances up just in time to see Jessica open it and a giant wad-o-snakes fall out of it right on top of her. For a moment, he stares in horror, because no one expects the Slither-Inquisition, and then he reaches out to try and pull her back and help her get the snakes off of her and onto the floor. Not that snakes on the floor is any better, really, but at least they won't be on /her/? He's way too distracted by the snakes to even notice that D.B. Cooper is busy harassing the flight attendant. "Oh, shit, let me help," he says to Jessica.

"Whoa!" Erin snaps up the paper and reads it, eyes wide. "Oh no you don't!" There's a curse, "This guy has a bomb!" Way not to panic everyone Erin. The snakes, the roaches, the plane. "No one freak out, I've never been off the ground in a dream, so I don't know what would happen if we actually blow a hole in it. Give he the briefcase, man. There's a big baby on this flight." She's got her powers, she challenges him. Probably to her detriment.

The heavy tangle of snakes descending from above like a writhing waterfall has Liam out of his seat in a moment and on his feet with a quick utterance of alarm. This of course means that he promptly slams his head into the plastic panel above his head that says things like 'Fasten Seatbelt' during certain phases of the flight. "Ow, fuck," he mutters, the magazine dropped to the floor and forgotten, wide-eyed gaze sweeping back, "What th--" Then there's a shout of a bomb, and he tenses up, eyes widening as he looks over in that direction. Snakes. Bomb. A giant... baby? "The fuck?"

"Sure thing!" Abby says to the giant baby mom as the hefty little one is placed on her lap. She grunts softly at the weight and struggles to adjust. "What have they been feeding you? Is your daddy a giant? Yes he is! Yes, he is," she baby talks while straining slightly from the effort, not quite sure how to secure the baby on her lap. She's been so focused on the giant baby thrust in her face that she's largely oblivious to what's going on in the rest of the flight, but eventually the commotion is enough to make her look up and blink. Bombs and snakes? "No, no, no, no..." she shuts her eyes tightly and hopes it'll all go away.

Jessica lets out an embarrassing, if understandable, yelp of alarm as snakes fall down upon her. She can't help but try to jump back out of the way, flailing wildly at the animals...and Cole too when he makes his presence felt. A look of apology to her gallant helper even as she continues to do a snake avoidance jig. Did someone say 'bomb'? That's enough to still her. "Seriously?" And now she also notices the baby, and assumes Abby is the mother.

Cole gets flailed at by Jessica and doesn't take any offense to it. He'd be flailing too if a compartment full of snakes just fell on his head. Which, they kind of half-did due to sheer proximity. He helps Jessica get the snakes at least onto the ground, and backs up further down the aisle. That's when /another/ compartment drops /more/ snakes and, "Holy shit..." He stares into the compartment. "There is a /giant/ motherfucking snake on this motherfucking plane." What? He can't help it. It's both terrifying and absurd all at once. "I mean.. a bomb might be the only way to deal with this. Nuke the plane from orbit. It's the only way to be sure." While we're movie quoting.

"My car cost almost two-hundred thousand." Erin scoffs at him. "My beachfront house? Even more. Dream on. I'm in coach because you are in coach. I work for the FAA and you're under arrest." Hey it's a dream, she can be anything she wants to be right? "I regulate safety by riding anonymously on airplanes and report problems. You're a problem." She can talk big can't she? "Hand over the case."

There's a giant baby, a man with a bomb, and there are snakes dropping gtom... oh. Oh. Liam relaxes visibly as he realizes the only explanation is that this is a dream. He climbs up onto the seats to try and avoid getting a cobra to the ankle and leans over, grabbing hold of the compartment and peering up at an awkwardly twisted angle into it. "....yep. That's a giant snake alright," he mutters, then glances over to Cole and Jessica. Well, there's only one thing you can do with a crazy-ass dream like this. That's take charge of it! He snaps his fingers, points at Cole, "Good idea! Hey! Hey, terrorist bomber guy! We need your bomb, there's a giant monster snake on this plane, and you may be our only hope!" Assuming he's not arrested by Miss Priss over there, anyway.

Abby opens her eyes again. All that time spent looking at lucid dreaming techniques on Youtube and she's still here, and the baby is still on her lap. She briefly glances left and right, shoulders sagging minutely, "I suppose an entire soccer team was too much to ask for," she mutters. The snake's sudden appearance makes Abby go very still, drawing a deep steadying breath as she stares down the serpent, barely moving her lips as she scolds it under her breath, "That's enough of that. You're a bad snake. Bad. Good baby. Bad snake." She very slowly frees one of the hands holding the baby.

Forget the snakes and the bomb, now Jessica has to deal with movie puns. They hurt way more. She stares at Cole for a moment, shakes her head, then checks out the giant python. "Maybe they're all support animals?" Couldn't be any crazier than everything that is already happening. "Whoa, wait, we're blowing up the plane to kill the snakes? Umm...why not just jab a knife into your brain to spite your face?" A deep breath. "Whatever, I can probably fly anyway." This has to be a Dream, so why not? Though she is also not relying on this possibility to get out of this mess.

"She's right" Jessica backs up Erin with the bomber named after an old movie. "She's loaded. More money than God...any God. And she's also an Air Marshall." Sounds like a great movie pitch to Jessica - millionairess becomes Air Marshall to make up for the guilt she feels about her arms company being the source of her income. Maybe not. Is Abby baby-talking that snake?

Okay. Take a moment, Jessica, you can get out of this. "I'm a journalist" she informs the bomber. "Maybe you'd like to tell me your life story? Show me how the bomb works? Are you not bothered by snakes everywhere?" At the snakes can eat the roaches.

"He's not going to actually use the bomb," Cole says to Jessica, "It would blow him up, too. And he obviously wants money, so why w.." and then there's a giant snake head lunging at him and he lets out a strangled sound that is decidedly not dignified, and goes scrambling backward down the aisle in the hastiest retreat possible, managing to dash backward without tripping, falling, or even elbowing the other passengers on his way to get as far back from that snake as possible, potentially even leaving a Cole-shaped hole out the rear fuselage if the wall isn't strong enough. It's probably strong enough. He's got the build of a ballet dancer, not a linebacker.

Erin straightens as her story is backed up. "Yeah and she's a reporter! She can plaster your face all over the six o'clock news!" Hey, Jessica, Erin has your back! Then all the commotion! She suddenly notices the big m'er f'er and pushes the man with the brief case towards the snake. "HEY SNAKE FOOD RIGHT HERE!" Pushing him again if she can.

The snake's head erupts from the compartment, and Liam ducks. "Holy shit," he swears, briefly wishing his had his camera. But no, this is a dream. "Run, dude! Get away fro-- " Then the terrorist's shoved in the path of the giant snake, and as scales and suit collide he dives off the seat to try and grab the briefcase bomb before it, too, is digested and accidentally goes off or something.

Abby winces at the flick of the snake's tongue against her cheek, stiffening for a moment with her back pressing tightly into her seat. Then she exhales. "That's better," she tells the snake, in the same voice one would use for a small child or a pet, and looks up in relief as the baby's mother arrives. "Oh thank you!"She shakes her hands free, grabbing the back of the seat in front of her. "There are! There are snakes everywhere on this plane. And I've never even watched the movie, I just know it from the memes." she starts to stand up to get a clearer view of what's going on, blinking rapidly at the sight of the notorious hijacker getting shoved into the snake's jaws.

"You'll talk to a journalist because you don't really want the money, you just want to be heard, to be understood, to be worth some..." Jessica's stirring speech to the bomber is cute short by him being shoved into the jaws of the snake. A sigh. "Never mind." Erin is given a look halfway between admiration and horror. How could she sacrifice someone like that? Oh, she's an Addington. Jessica finds a seat to stand on out of the way of the snake, looking for something to use as a weapon. This is Coach, so she could probably use the crackers as shuriken... "Are you okay!" she yells at Cole, picking up some plastic cutlery to go with her crackers. "Air Marshal Erin, do you have a gun?"

Cole grabs onto the seats next to him when the plane starts to jostle violently. There is /no/ way that he is going back toward that snake to retake his seat, or any of the other ones slithering all around the floor for that matter, so he stays right where he is for the time being, just clinging on to the seats nearest him as he watches D.B. Cooper meet the fate that might have been his if he hadn't been faster on his feet.

The sounds though! Erin gags but holds her own. "Sorry man." Watching Liam, "When we land, you realize you're the one holding the bomb. Should feed it to the snake." She fastens her seatbelt and holds on for dear life. Cancun! Here we come!" But the violent shaking worries her and she closes her eyes and holds on tight!

"I got it," Liam crows out as he catches the briefcase, ending up draped over the back of another seat with his knee on someone's shoulder and his head dangerously close to the floor as he holds the caught item up, "I got the bomb! I... uh. I think feeding it to the snake would be dangero-- "

The plane shakes, and he ends up rolling off the back of the seats and landing on his back in the aisle with a solid thump, the briefcase held up in both hands to keep it from getting too jostled. That he managed that impresses even him.

"Ohgodtherearesnakesdownheresomeonehelpmeup."

"Should someone..." Abby starts as the python begins to wrap around the hapless D.B. Cooper, flinching at the screaming and the sound of crunching bones, fingers digging hard into the back of the next row's seat. "I really should take skydiving lessons," she decides as the plane starts to rattle. She starts to lean out at the sight of Liam landing in the aisle, but, of course, the enormous baby is in the way. "At least none of these people are real," she sighs and sits back down, strapping herself in. "They're just figments of my imagination. Aren't you? Yes, you are! What a big strong figment of my imagination. Coo-coo! Goo-goo." She's just going to make faces at the giant baby until the plane lands.

Jessica is thrown into the seat in front of her when the plane starts to shake; serves her right for standing up. She gets back to her knees on the seat to watch the bomber being crushed to death. "Is it a python or a constrictor?" Why don't dreams make sense? She scrambles over the floor towards Liam, offering her his hand. "Come on. Time to take our seats." And hope they don't get bitten while the plane is landing. A curious look for Abby. "You have a very interesting baby, ma'am." The other woman must be the nanny. "Try not to the case" she warns Liam, completely pointlessly by now.

When Liam cries out for someone to help him up, Cole grabs the man by the arm, steadying the briefcase enough to help him get up off the ground just in time for the plane to crash, which just sends Cole sprawling backward onto the ground, with the angry snakes. Fortunately, none of them are interested in him, and seem more interested in getting out of the plane and into that beautiful warm island sun. Planes are cold, after all. Finally scrambling to his feet, he mutters, "Snakes have the right idea.. let's get out of here." And with that, he climbs out of the plane and onto the beach, stumbling away from the wreckage to plop himself down in the sand.

The restroom door falls open and a whole bunch of snakes slither out with angry hisses. Beth, who is sitting with her feet up on the toilet and is in a sort of crouch to keep away from the snakes, stands up from the toilet and grabs the wall to hoist herself up. She looks a little in shock which is probably understandable for someone trapped in a plane bathroom during a plane crash that happens to be filled with snakes.

Erin is afraid to move but finally, eventually she does. The plane doesn't explode. The bathroom door is open though and she widens her eyes. "Hey, I just met you. And I've seen you on television!" And LIAM HAS A BOMB! "Let me help you out of here, We can go out there. At least get out of here!"

It's with a bit of help from Jessica and Cole that Liam's finally on his feet, cradling the briefcase bomb carefully to his chest. "Thanks. Man, it's a good thing this is a dr-- "

Then the plane's crashing.

"-- oh for fuck's sake."

Once there's silence again, his head slowly emerges from behind a seat, peering down the trashed aisle past tangles of dangling oxygen masks. "Uh. Everyone okay? I think we're at..." He checks out the window, "...Gilligan's Island, maybe." He hopes it's Gilligan's Island, anyway. It'd better not be the Island of Dr Moreau.

"OH FOR GOD'S SAKE NOT GILLIGANS ISLAND!" Erin bursts out saying. "Holy FUCK NO!" She's yelling obviously. "Look out for the Harlem Globetrotters. OR GINGER!"

When the oxygen masks drop, Abby efficiently puts on her own, like in all the helpful pre-flight instructions, before helping to put one on the giant baby, even if she finds herself groaning upon realization of what she's doing. She's securely strapped in when the plane crashes, and just barely bumps her head into the seat in front. She unbuckles herself, rubs her face some more, and gets ready to head out as soon as the... look, there's a giant baby in the way, what's she going to do? Wait a little while longer, that's what, before she starts trying to get out, climbing over the row just ahead of her. "Hi! Excuse me! Sorry. Excuse me."

The plane lands like Jessica's car brakes so she is totally used to being tossed to the ground and having roaches crawling nearby - the snakes is new though. Getting to her feet, she squints through the window at the world outside. "Don't knock Ginger" she asides to Erin. "Didn't the pilot say this was Cancun? Why use the airport when we all want to go straight to the beach." The bathroom door opens and there's a familiar face. A bit paler and more terrified than the last time they met, but still familiar. "Hey, Beth" Jessica waves before moving to open the plane door since the stewardess is probably too busy getting cockroaches out of her hair. A smile back to the passengers. "I don't care if we've landed 'fine', I'm inflating the slide." And she does.

"I think I'm alright with Gilligan's Island," Cole says as he flops back in the sand, just laying there on his back for a moment. A snake slithers by, but doesn't even pause to look at him. It just keeps going, in search of a warm rock and a margarita, anything other than the cold hard metal of that plane. Look, you'd be cranky too if you'd been stuffed into an overhead compartment in coach. Cole glances over at Erin at her exclamation and says, "I don't hear any whistling. I think we're safe."

"You saw me what?" Beth asks Erin in a bit of a haze. She flinches as she yells something about the Harlem Globetrotters. "Oh hey you're Erin Addington. Hey Erin." She runs a hand through her tousled hair before she stumbles out of the plane along with everyone else, including the snakes and the surviving passengers. Big baby mom picks up her giant ass baby and takes him outside to play in the lagoon. The flight attendant goes to pick cockroaches out of her hair and sink her toes in the sand. The snakes go slithering towards the jungle. Meanwhile Beth continues stumbling out. "Hey Jessica." She waits her turn to go down the slide because who wouldn't take that chance.

"Excuse me," Abby continues, halfway over one seat. But, she's barefoot in her space pajamas, and very reluctant to actually step on the actual aisle until a few more snakes have slithered out of the way. That done, she tugs down on her t-shirt and approaches the entrance and the slide. She squints, finally starting to notice a couple of familiar faces, and flashes Beth a cheery smile. "Hello!" And Erin gets a small wave in passing as well. "Hi! Well, this is - I'm sure my subconscious is trying to say something, but I sure would love to know what that is. That would be nice. At least I'm not naked," she rambles, largely to herself.

Okay. Everyone seems to be alive! That's dream logic for you. Liam slowly pushes himself out of the seat, giving Abby a weird look. "No," he declares firmly, "This is my dream, thank you. Maybe I watched too many disaster movies recently..." Bomb-case cradled to his chest, he picks his way through wreckage and snakes to the slide. Bounce! Slide! Tumble into the sand.

"...it's alright! I didn't explode!"

Instead of taking the slide Erin walks out the gaping hole in the side of the crashed plane. At least there was no explosion. "Ginger is a weapon," she grumbles. She looks at the Coppertone baby, the freed snakes, the sun shining and feels the heat. "All in all a good day/ No one died." She smiles at Abby. Maybe I'll be working with you at the hospital soon. Or maybe we should have coffee." A smile to her then over to the guys and Jess and Beth. "Yeah we're all alive. What a relief. I kind of feel bad about DB though. Kinda."

"You are in your pyjamas though" Jessica points out to Abby before sliding down the inflatable slide. If only it emptied them out into the warm water directly. Jessica squeals happily as she hits the sand and bounces to her feet. "If it was your dream, Liam, we would be naked." Though she does notice she's now in a swimsuit, shaking her head at the weirdness. "Okay, whoever is having this dream, point me to the bar. I know it's not Erin's. It would be a private jet. Oh, I'm Jessica by the way. Jessica Flores."

Cole gives Liam a thumbs-up for not exploding, "Well done!" Then he glances over to Jessica as she makes introductions and says, "Cole Danvers, and I'm pretty sure this isn't my dream. But then, mine are considerably less pleasant than almost getting blown up." He smiles a bit faintly and pulls himself up to a sitting position, brushing off some of the sand. "Ginger's a weapon.." he repeats, studying Erin. "Okay." He has no idea exactly what that is supposed to mean, but hey, giant baby, why not ginger being used as a weapon. Then he glances from Jessica to Liam and back to Jessica, "Your dreams sound a lot better than mine."

Beth follows Jessica down the slide with a little shriek of delight. When she is at the bottom she is also in a bathing suit with a sarong cover-up wrapped around her hips. The requested bar sort of just melts into vision. The bartender is, coincidentally, the Professor from Gilligan's Island. "You know The Professor was really the hot one by default because all of the other men on the show were old or Gilligan." She glances to Liam, "Bomb? DB?"

"...I mean," Liam's gaze rakes over Jessica thoughtfully at her claim, even as he gets himself up to his feet and brushes the sand off himself - in a pair of black swim trunks by the time he's on his feet, it seems, "You're not necessarily wrong." A glance to Erin and Beth - then he shakes his head. It's clearly not that sort of dream tonight. "Oh, yeah. Want the bomb?" He flashes Beth a grin, offering her the briefcase. "I'm, uh. Liam? Weird that I need to introduce myself, but..."

Abby shrugs in Liam's direction, eyes narrowing at him. "I don't even know you," she says, as if that somehow counters the idea that it's his dream. She hits the beach still in her pajamas. No bathing suit for her, but at least she's barefoot already, toes digging in the sand as she looks around. "Well, these aren't that different from scrubs, so that's fine," she waves off Jessica's comment with a friendly smile, and takes a few steps forward, studying her surroundings. Glancing at Erin, she tilts her head, "You're going to be working at the hospital? Or have... coffee? You know, I drink very cheap coffee. Wait, who - where did that come from?" She waves towards the bar.

A bar staffed by the Professor from Gilligan's Island? "Hmm...I think we might have an idea whose dream this is now" she smirks with a look at Beth, complete with arched eyebrow. "Though I am rather worried that there are a lot of snakes in your dreams. Freud would have a field day with that one. Snakes. Bombs. Giant babies. Is there something you need to tell us, Beth?" A wink for the other woman before she is making her way towards the bar. "I don't care where it came from, just as long as it serves margaritas that will never get me drunk. Well...not badly drunk. I always preferred the brunette from the Island. Cute and spunky."

Erin approaches, she's definitely in a one piece, but it's an expensive one piece! So expensive it has the complete butt and not a gstring or anything awkward. Also, there's a cute cover up over it, though the cover up is see through. "I hope this is a tan through bathing suit. I don't want tan lines." Already her skin is a little darker than some here, because of her mothers genes. She laughs when Liam looks over, but responds to Abby. "I've been working towards being a nurse. All I have to do now is apply and hope. I'm not sure where in the hospital I want to work. Currently, I work at Kelly's Gym. (Thank you, the melee training paid off!) And at a doctors office." She motions towards the liquor. "I think a mimosa is on order. Anyone else want anything?" A smile back at Cole but she doesn't elaborate on Ginger. "It's nice to meet everyone. I'm Erin. Hi Jessica, I remember you from Firefly. When I punched that guy. You had the tray right?"

Cole definitely does not appear in a bathing suit. He's still in the same jeans and long sleeves he was wearing in the plane even though they are on the beach, as though his subconscious will not allow that to change one way or the other. But the mention of the bar draws his attention. "Now that..I could definitely use a drink." And with that, he's heading over in the direction of the bar. To Liam he says, "Well if it's not your dream, seems only polite to introduce yourself since you're in it." He grins, clearly mostly making up that logic train and seeing if anyone feels like getting on board. "Mary Anne," he supplies as the name of the Brunette on Gilligan's Island. "I could use a mimosa," he says when Erin offers up drink options.

"You know I am so good that I think I'll let you keep it." Beth says in response to Liam's offer of the bomb. "But maybe, and this is just a suggestion, you should put it over there. Away from the bar. Also?
Never in your wildest dreams, broski . By the way I'm Beth." She spots Abby then and says, "Hey Abby. What's up?" She let's out a snort at Jessica's suggestion that it's her dream. "I mean if I were going for hot bartenders I don't know if I'd pick the Professor. Don't get me wrong. He's 60s hot, but vintage hot doesn't hold up all that well." She waves to Cole. "Hi. I'm Beth."

"I'm up for a mimosa," Liam calls over with a broad smile to Erin at her query, and then he's giving Cole a bemused look. "Well, unless Krueger's about to show up, don't see who else's dream this could be..." Still clueless about the nature of things, it seems, from his reaction to everything. The briefcase is dropped off near the plane with a shrug, and he pads barefoot through the sands over to the bar, looking with a somewhat bemused expression to all the unfamiliar faces.

Instead of a bathing suit, Abby rolls up the legs of her starry pajamas, folding them up to bare her pale but sturdy calves. This seems to be beachy enough to make her way in the direction of the bar. For a couple of seconds she scowls, face set in concentration, but nothing actually happens. Again. "Still not working!" She swings her arms loosely at her side, holding one up to wave at Beth. "Hello, Beth! Well, it looks like I'm dreaming," she explains, gesturing around her with a smile and a little shrug. Glancing at Erin, her eyebrows pop higher, "Ohh! Well, since you're new, they'll probably put you -" and then she stops herself. "Well, maybe not you. Not that you're real. But if you were."

Erin...works? Jessica honestly thought that Addingtons didn't even know the meaning of the word. It was just a four letter something that you never said in polite company. "Yes, that was me at the Firefly with the tray" she admits with an embarrassed smile. "I was going to crack Everett over the skull with it but the bouncer took it off me. And having met Everett multiple times since, I have a feeling it would have just bounced off anyway. "Margarita for me." Erin's swimsuit looks like it cost two hundred thousand too.

Finger gun for Cole. "Yes, Mary Anne, that's her." Jessica looks over his clothing. "Not going swimming?" A grin for Beth's protests. "I think you protesteth too mucheth" she teases. "Whoever belongs to this Dream, could we do less snakes and creepy stuff, and more drinking next time?"

"It's yours?" Jessica asks Abby with some surprise. "It's always the quiet ones" she smiles warmly. "Ah...you did have the giant baby I suppose. And a giant snake that may have caused it. Umm...I thnk I'm going to stop right there and just enjoy the drinks."

Erin traipses over to the liquor stand. "I want a tall margarita, frozen, and like endless mimosa's." The professor is given a look making sure he's not going to attack them. Or explode. Because you know, that happens. Turning, she smiles at Jessica, "I appreciate you having my back. I never got to thank you. So, thank you."

"Put me?"... Erin eyes Abby. "Is there some sort of initiation or something? Because while I much prefer healing people, I can stab them too." She smiles, "Not that I've ever stabbed anyone. I mean, I've been stabbed a lot. By my uncle. Long story." She waves it away and grins at Liam. "See, good taste both of you. Mimosa is sooo good."

"No," Cole says quietly when Jessica asks if he's not going swimming, offering her a faint smile, but offering nothing further than that. He finds a place up at the bar, though, where he can take one of the drinks when they are made. The drinking? That part, he will participate in. He listens to the others talking, but the name mentioned doesn't seem to ring a bell with him. He kind of stares at Erin though when she says she was stabbed a lot by her uncle, a little bit of horror in that expression, though he tries not to stare too long. "I haven't had a mimosa in a while," he admits, finding that a safer topic than stabbings.

The Professor begins mixing drinks because whoever's dream it is doesn't remember the Professor's actual personality. So he smiles and makes delicious mimosas and margaritas at record speed. "Can I get a hurricane?" Beth asks the Professor, and he mixes it up with a smile. "It could be my dream." She confesses to Jessica. "I mean I'm an unmarried workaholic in my thirties. Snakes are kind of phallic, right? So I just have scary phallic shaped animals attacking me on a plane because of...uh...fear of commitment while feeling existential dread that I am not committed. Ran into my ex this morning so that could have triggered it, I guess." She looks fairy amused by this analysis. "However, if it is my dream it's weird that you guys are talking about stuff that happened that I have no idea about. Plus? I don't know those two dudes." She means Cole and Liam. Erin's confessions of stabbings earns a bit of a state. "Jesus." She picks up her hurricane to take a long swallow through the straw.

"I don't know any of you," Liam observes as he leans against the bar, gathering up his mimosa as it's served and gesturing with the glass, "So that seems to make it pretty solid that it's my dream. I mean, if I remembered any of that crazy stuff then I'd be more likely to be the dream, right? And I watch a lot of horror and disaster movies, so..." He seems pretty confident of his logic as he takes a sip of the mimosa, brows raising at Erin, "That seems like too much stabbing to me."

Abby gasps in Jessica's direction, "It's not that kind of dream! I'm pretty sure." She doesn't sound entirely sure, but what's left is just mildly baffled. "The snakes weren't - I'm pretty sure that's not how this works, and if it was, then my subconscious is very confused about things." Her voice drops to a mutter as she leans against the bar, shaking her head as her attention returns to Erin. "No, no initiations. I mean, I got my license last year, I mean, and I haven't really picked a specialty, not really, but - well, you can probably get them to put you anywhere you want, just go right ahead."

"Really I've never stabbed anyone though. And since this is a dream maybe we're just all dreaming the same thing. It happens more often than not in Gray Harbor. I've lived there all my life too." Erin smiles at Beth. "Who is your ex? I've got an ex. It's not so bad being single except now it's time for the holidays and being single for the holidays doesn't seem like it will be real fun. But I'm pretty okay with it. All of you can sign up for the feed the hungry event I am doing the day before (IC) Thanksgiving. We're feeding those who would otherwise not have a Thanksgiving dinner. Now, if you won't be having one, please feel free to come eat with us. It's a community wide event."

Erin smiles at Abby as she collects her mimosa, "I was debating the emergency department. But since I'm going to be babysitting an eight year old sometimes, I'm not sure if I should commit to so many hours as that."

Jessica nods to Beth's self-analysis of 'her' Dream. "That's what I'm saying. Phallic snakes plus bomb going off equals giant baby. We all know what the bomb represents." A smirk about the unmarried workaholic comment and she leans over to fistbump the mortician. "Twenties, just, but I know where you're coming from. But you don't know them?" She looks at Liam and Cole. "I don't know them either. Maybe they're representations of your perfect men? Whose to say they really exist at all? Do they look like your ex?"

"It was my pleasure" Jessica smiles to Erin's thanks. "We girls have to stick together. You had a lot on your mind that night. I think you left pretty much straight after it happened. Can't blame you for that." Her margarita is admired before she takes a sip. "Damn...that's good stuff." That the Addingtons stab each other is perhaps not as much of a shock to the journalist. That family is...out there.

"So we're figments of your imagination, Liam? Explains the swimsuits I suppose" Jessica smirks. "If that is true, thank you for not going the Full Monty on us." A laugh at Abby's shock. "Sometimes a snake is just a snake."

When the conversation turns toward being single, and being alone for the holidays, Cole grows a little more quiet, contemplating the drink in front of him, lost in his own thoughts for a bit. He pokes at it somewhat with his straw, and then takes another sip. "I should figure out what I'm doing," he says but it seems more absently murmured to himself than said aloud to the group at large. Then Erin mentions the Feed the Hungry event and he says, "Oh.. I'm doing that. I signed up already." Though he can't help but laugh at Jessica a little bit and says, "I can assure you that I'm not her ex. Or likely her perfect man, that's for certain."

Liam hooks an elbow on the bar, and gestures with his mimosa in a cheerful salute towards Jessica at her words. "I'm nothing if not a gentleman," he replies in amused tones, brows raising a little as he agrees with Cole, "I doubt I'm anyone's perfect man. Heck, I'm not even mine. If this was real, though, I'm pretty new in town... maybe I saw all of you around town or something."

He squints a little as if trying to place the other dreamers.

"I did leave immediately after. The bouncer showed me out." Erin smiles at the memory. "I only recently went back for a ladies night out." She tells Jessica. Though with Liam and Cole getting a lot of attention she grins at everyone then sips on her mimosa. "Okay fellas and anyone else who wants to do it. Name three facts about yourself?"

With a smile to Cole she tips her drink towards him. "Thank you for signing up. I appreciate that."

"We should all agree to meet for breakfast at the coffee shop downtown. If it's our dream then we'll remember that, and we'll go to the coffee shop." Beth determines logically. "If we're sharing a dream all of us will show up." She takes a sip of her hurricane. "Oh he's a cop named Gabe." She says to Erin. "I have several, but he's just the most recent. Oh are you watching Ciprian Kosimar's daughter? We were talking about forming a charity organization for local businesses to chip in. It may be something you're interested in being involved with?"

She shakes her head at Jessica. "No, and no offense but he's right." She nods to Cole, "They are both way too young. And the ex is a tall buff latino dude so...probably not." She has another swallow of her hurricane. "So coffee shop tomorrow morning? If we remember it's our dream."

Abby seems to hesitate a while against the bar, but eventually waves her fingers at the Professor. Then she scrunches her eyes shut, because what is she doing? But she perseveres. "Could I have a - oh, a mojito?" Her smile brightens up when she picks the drink, then waits patiently, turning her eyes to follow the rest of the conversations. "Maybe the giant baby was adopted. Gosh, I hope so, that poor woman," she notes quietly with a brief glance in Jessica's direction.

Erin gets another thoughtful look. "Oh. Well, they might let you pick your hours, too. I'll probably end up in the ER, but I don't really know for sure. You don't get to spend a lot of time with each patient and... I don't know," she muses, sounding more like she's talking to herself as she picks up her mojito and finally takes a sip, sighing. "I've no idea what I'm doing for the holidays, either."

"I could do the coffee shop tomorrow morning. It's not far from where I work," Cole says, seeming to agree to that easily enough. It's not particularly out of his way and he'd probably stop in for coffee in the morning anyway. Then he chuckles when Jessica describes her ex as a tall buff Latino dude, all of which do not apply. Cole is athletic, certainly, but his build is far more lean than buff. "You're welcome," he says to Erin, "It sounded like a good thing to do." Though when she asks them to state three facts about themselves he says, "I'm a ballet dancer, well, ballet instructor now. I live in a house I share with a band who I almost never see. And, I'm gay." Those are his three facts.

"I might be able to pop round for the newspaper if nothing else" Jessica offers, semi-apologetically, to Erin about her Thanksgiving Event. She should spend it with her parents but that would involve being asked about where the grandchildren are for three hours. No turkey is worth that. As for Christmas...don't ask.

A surprised look at Beth. "Hey, they're over eighteen. Not too young. If you were a guy and they were women, it would almost be expected of you." A smirk about her taste being more Latin. "You have good taste, Beth" confirms the half-Latina. "One of several? I never knew that mortician was such a sexy job. That must be what I'm doing wrong." A sip of her drink. "One of many things."

"I probably won't be able to make it in the morning" Jessica frowns. "Work. Though I know Beth and Erin. I can always drop them a line if I remember this Dream."

"Three facts about myself?" She considers Erin's question with puckered lips but Cole gets in first. "Another band? So many local bands. Who knew Grey Harbor was such a epicentre of creativity? Okay. I'm a journalist for the Grey Harbor Gazette. I live on a houseboat called 'Honeybun'. And I'm...fluid...I'm told that was the term. Which means that no gender is interested in me."

"Three things about myself?" Liam tilts his head back, looking up at the perfect blue skies for a moment as he considers the facts about himself, and his life. He takes another sip of the seemingly endless mojito, listening to the other 'facts' offered up by the others. No real surprise at gender and sexuality answers is shown - it's the twenty-first century, after all! Finally he offers, "I'm a huge fan of horror movies, I am exactly six foot in bare feet, and I have a single tattoo somewhere on my body."

He doesn't seem at liberty to say what, exactly.

"Breakfast tomorrow at the coffee shop downtown. Expresso Yourself? I much prefer The Waffle Shoppe because the pecan waffles are amazing but I can do with the coffee shop pastries." Just being honest here!
"Gabe... the cop. I went on a date with him. Once. Wait twice? Once I think. His idea of dating and mine are so completely different." That's all she says about that. "Yes Ciprian's daughter. She's so cute. I enjoy her." With a thoughtful look, she nods. "That sounds like something I'd like to be involved in. I'll see you tomorrow morning about it." A grin at that.

"I'll see where someone like me is needed. I want to get to the patients before.. the doctor. There are less questions that way. In a perfect world I'd do paramedic, but I'm not sure about driving an ambulance or anything. I want to do healing before the more medical healing. Less scarring." Erin offers to Abby.

As Cole offers his three, she looks curious. "Ballet. That sounds incredible. What sort of music does the band play?" A smile at the last. "And you're really friendly. I like that."

A look to Jessica, "That's fine, Jessica, I understand people travel that time of year also. Thank you for the thoughts though." Her list brings a head tilt. "You mentioned the journalist, so that makes sense. Honeybun is super cute and I'm sure I never heard of fluid before. Why would no gender be interested in you?"

As for Liam, she listens as well, curious. His responses only make her more curious. "Okay, next outing. All of us to a horror movie. We're going to name this group something and we're going to have meet ups like once a week or once a month because this is fun. Take turns at each others houses because I want to see Honeybun. And you guys are so fun. Are you going to tell us where the tattoo is?"

"I dated a tattoo artist and got one tattoo." Whatever it is, the bathing suit hides it. "It;s not on my lower back. My grandmother recently disinherited me, so while I have money from my parents estate and their life insurance policies, I no longer have Addington money." She grins. "I want to get a dog, I think." That's her three.

"I think it was a normal sized baby and then it got giantized like in the sequel to Honey I Shrunk The Kids." Beth offers helpfully to Abby.

To Jessica she just laughs and shakes her head. "Sorry, but I like what I like. And so does Cole so likely no one is having a sexy or sexually frustrated dream." She shakes her head softly, but continues to look amused although the last quip about being gender fluid earns a chortle. "Jesus!" She says, and she takes a sip of the hurricane.

"You went out on two dates with Gabe? Now I'm curious what that means. But we dated two years ago so kind of ancient history." She nods her head and smiles when Erin says she would be interested.

"That extends to you, too." She says to Cole. "If you're interested in doing some good for the community as a business owner, since I assume you own your own studio, let's hook up and talk about it."

She finishes off her hurricane. "I think I am going to swim instead of playing this game."

Abby needs to nurse her mojito for a little while while she leans against the bar, listening to everyone else before deciding on what facts to offer, while chatting with Erin, nodding along as she listenins, "I think I understand. I like the work in the ER and I'm pretty okay at it, but I like it when I'm able to get to know patients and - you know, help see them through things instead of just patching them up and pushing them out, so that's where I'm at."

Then it's her turn, or it feels like it, and she straightens up. "Well, I have a cat called Chickpea, and she has close to 3000 followers on Instagram. I'm a nurse at Addington Memorial, but I guess that's kind of cheating, because I was kind of talking about that already, oops," she flaps a hand to sweep away that fact, then takes another sip. It ends with a small sigh and a wry smile. "I play softball and I drive a Subaru because I'm a huge cliche." And, as if that was one single fact about herself, she adds after a brief pause for thought, "Oh. I have a tattoo, too!"

"What about you, Professor? Three facts about yourself?" She points her mojito at the... bartender?

"Is it a horror movie tattoo?" Jessica asks Liam with wide, interested eyes. "The strangest tattoo I ever saw was a tramp stamp that was an arrow pointing down with the words 'Insert Here'." A pause. "Not sure what it meant." An innocent sip of her drink.

She definitely wants to hear about the different types of dating; it'll all be news to her. "Why is no gender interested in me? That's the million dollar question" Jessica laughs to Erin. "No dates. No fun stuff. Nothing remotely looking like interest. I only know I'm 'fluid' - which I guess is an advanced version of bisexual - because I kissed a woman and liked it. She ended up not liking me though. A group name?" That has her laughing once more, though with more humor this time. "Definitely up for a horror movie. You can drop by the Honeybun anytime you like. It's close to the shore, pretty easy to find. Though you may want to warn me first so I clean up. For your own benefit I assure you."

"Does this Gabriel date everyone?" Jessica smirks. "Well...everyone but me. Though I guess that is why the cops are too busy to solve any crimes. Sorry, that's a bit snarky for a Dream. If you need any promotion, Beth, or would like a story in the Gazette, let me know."

"Your cat has 3000 Instagram followers? I'm being whupped by a cat" Jessica grins before raising her drink in Abby's direction. "To Chickpea." She downs the rest of her drink. "Swim sounds good. Though you're avoidance was noted, Beth."

"I'll tell you what, if you're all real and this isn't just a dream based on a late-night movie marathon," Liam says with a chuckle, raising his glass in a toast towards Erin and grinning broadly, "I'll absolutely hit up any horror movie you like with you all. Or I'll just bring the DVDs or BluRays, I've got a pretty extensive collection. And you'll need to buy me more than a mojito before I tell you about my tattoo."

Another sip's taken from the glass, and he pauses, squinting at Abby, "...Chickpea? I think-- huh. I think I might follow her on 'gram, actually."

"What kind of a dog?" Cole asks when Erin mentions wanting to get a dog. "Oh, as for the music.. hmm.. I don't really know how to describe it since I haven't really even heard them all play together." They must play when he's out working. He grins over at Jessica and asked, "What sparked the name Honeybun for the houseboat? Aren't those like the sugary breakfast pastries?" He smiles a ltitle curiously at Erin as she decides they're going to have a name for the group and regular meetups. "What, are we the Breakfast Club now?" Though when Beth mentions doing some good for the community he says, "Oh, uh, sure? Depends on what it is I suppose, but I'm open to talking about whatever you might have in mind." Then he raises a hand and says, "I have not dated Gabriel."

He then adds, "Not /that/ Gabriel, anyway."

While others wander off or wherever they go, Erin remains with Jessica and Abby. "You have a popular cat! I don't use instagram but that's cute. Softball is fun. We should start an Addington Memorial team. Have a benefit for the charity Beth was talking about. What tattoo do you have?" The question to Abby still.

With a look to Jessica she smiles. "I could set you up on a date with him I imagine? He's a really, really nice guy." But then she looks between Jessica and Abby. "Maybe the right girl just hasn't kissed you?" A smile to the duo. "I am going to figure how to get home. It is starting to look like finishing your drink is how. So get a new one before yours is gone until you're ready." A smile and she tips her head back, finishing her drink.

"Dunno if I want to be another notch on this Gabriel's belt" Jessica smirks to Erin. "And is it a good idea for a cop and a journalist to date? Conflict of interest? Dunno, though there are some hot detectives out there." She frowns at having let that slip. "Since this is all a Dream, I can say crap like that and no one will think it's the truth. Right?" That last part less of a question and more of a hope. "And if he was that nice, how could he dump both you and Beth? And if you did the dumping, then he can't be that nice." She taps the side of her head. "Logic."

She holds up her finished drink. "I guess I'll be fading out any second. Nice to see you again, Erin. Nice to meet you, Abby. I couldn't think of two better pairs of healing hands if I ever end up in the hospital. When I end up in the hospital. Don't be strangers."

And she fades away.

"Exactly that." Erin tells Jessica. "That's sort of how he made it seem dating me and so many others at the same time. They even texted him when he came over and he would answer them. I'm not into sharing with so many if I'm dating. Not unless it's you know, mentioned in the opening.." Erin smiles. "Yes, nothing of what I said is true. Use your own judgment." She shakes her head. "I just told him our ideas and all were different. I am not wanting to share with the town, not really. I guess that's the in thing lately. Not for me."

She also finished her drink, looks like she may go soon too!