Copied post for the sake of the SL. These are strictly Lani's daydreams of people she meets. Occasionally her emotions from these daydreams have effects on those around her. The purpose of this SL is to explore that, as well as release some pent up comedic energy. Please do not take this seriously. Characters mentioned have given permission.
Lani once more took up her lean against the back wall, her leg bending to prop a converse sneaker on the wall. She dropped her hand to rest upon a denim clad thigh, her other snaking into the pocket of her blazer. The few others took their turns introducing themselves while all eyes seated at the table seemed to stare into the latecomers. What? Was there something in her teeth?
Lani?s tongue ran over her teeth absently before her lashes lowered, partially obscuring her mahogany gaze. She suffered from incessant daydreams, something that not only was a weakness but also her only means of staying sane. There were quite a few, if they were privileged enough into her mind, who would say most of the daydreams would classify her as insane.
To Lani, they were an outlet.
And that is exactly what was happening as the world around her slowly tuned out into a light buzzing in her ears and the imagination began to take hold.
It started again with the bear and the monk that had escorted him in. Large, intimidating creature he was but in Lani?s daydreams he transformed into a bear with a bowtie, posing on a large patterned podium while the monk?s robes were replaced by a glittering unitard. He lifted his hands, making the bear dance this way and that.
As if that was the last of it. Lani had caught sight of a rather large red dragon lurking about the ring. There was something shiny and full of tassels hanging from the dragon?s neck and between the wings, a pale woman perched on its back. The dragon stalked across the ring, staring at the crowd as if she wanted to eat them. Smoke was exhaled from her nostrils as she swung her head this way and that, her talons clicking as she walked in a circle. The woman atop the dragon?s back seemed out of place, dressed in a black inky sequined leotard, long black gloves snaking up her arms. She rose gracefully, her dark eyes staring rather angrily at the crowd as she began to do a series of precarious poses on the prancing dragon?s back. Flip? balance on a single foot? ballerina twirl.. Upon the last stunt she turned, flashing a pair of fangs before she reached down to do a handstand on the dragon?s back to the applause of the crowd.
God help her. It was a circus.
As if that was the worst of it, Lani?s thoughts continued to drift over the ring and catch the Admiral himself in a pair of tights flipping through the air on a trapeze. Spotlights shifted and danced around him as the crowd gasped, only to applaud as he barely caught the swinging bar. As if that was bad enough, Lani?s eyes slid to a final act, another pale woman who almost seemed to shimmer as she was lowered from the ceiling on a silver hoop. She swung gracefully from the hoop, clad scantily in silver sparkling lingerie. What was this? Cirque de Soliel?
Outwardly, Lani?s lips slid into a smirk as she imagined the woman hooking a single leg through the hoop before unfolding her body to hang upside down and spin in a slow circle, white hair dangling like freshly fallen snow toward the crowd who simply looked up mesmerized.
Lani?s lips quickly pursed to hold back her snort of laughter as her eyes snapped open to pay attention again. She quickly scanned the room, hoping she hadn?t missed any important information.
Lani once more took up her lean against the back wall, her leg bending to prop a converse sneaker on the wall. She dropped her hand to rest upon a denim clad thigh, her other snaking into the pocket of her blazer. The few others took their turns introducing themselves while all eyes seated at the table seemed to stare into the latecomers. What? Was there something in her teeth?
Lani?s tongue ran over her teeth absently before her lashes lowered, partially obscuring her mahogany gaze. She suffered from incessant daydreams, something that not only was a weakness but also her only means of staying sane. There were quite a few, if they were privileged enough into her mind, who would say most of the daydreams would classify her as insane.
To Lani, they were an outlet.
And that is exactly what was happening as the world around her slowly tuned out into a light buzzing in her ears and the imagination began to take hold.
It started again with the bear and the monk that had escorted him in. Large, intimidating creature he was but in Lani?s daydreams he transformed into a bear with a bowtie, posing on a large patterned podium while the monk?s robes were replaced by a glittering unitard. He lifted his hands, making the bear dance this way and that.
As if that was the last of it. Lani had caught sight of a rather large red dragon lurking about the ring. There was something shiny and full of tassels hanging from the dragon?s neck and between the wings, a pale woman perched on its back. The dragon stalked across the ring, staring at the crowd as if she wanted to eat them. Smoke was exhaled from her nostrils as she swung her head this way and that, her talons clicking as she walked in a circle. The woman atop the dragon?s back seemed out of place, dressed in a black inky sequined leotard, long black gloves snaking up her arms. She rose gracefully, her dark eyes staring rather angrily at the crowd as she began to do a series of precarious poses on the prancing dragon?s back. Flip? balance on a single foot? ballerina twirl.. Upon the last stunt she turned, flashing a pair of fangs before she reached down to do a handstand on the dragon?s back to the applause of the crowd.
God help her. It was a circus.
As if that was the worst of it, Lani?s thoughts continued to drift over the ring and catch the Admiral himself in a pair of tights flipping through the air on a trapeze. Spotlights shifted and danced around him as the crowd gasped, only to applaud as he barely caught the swinging bar. As if that was bad enough, Lani?s eyes slid to a final act, another pale woman who almost seemed to shimmer as she was lowered from the ceiling on a silver hoop. She swung gracefully from the hoop, clad scantily in silver sparkling lingerie. What was this? Cirque de Soliel?
Outwardly, Lani?s lips slid into a smirk as she imagined the woman hooking a single leg through the hoop before unfolding her body to hang upside down and spin in a slow circle, white hair dangling like freshly fallen snow toward the crowd who simply looked up mesmerized.
Lani?s lips quickly pursed to hold back her snort of laughter as her eyes snapped open to pay attention again. She quickly scanned the room, hoping she hadn?t missed any important information.