...

[Sou Jara]

Behind her scarf Lutia smiled amuse by the pair.
Byako has all kinds.
She glanced at the wheelbarrows contents to see Barington was still unconscious.  

[supremeviva]

Tictac looks over at Lutia. There was something about her that didn't feel right in this place. Notcing that P had taken up with talking to Nic, he decides to adress Lutia.

"Your not part of this man's mind. What are you doing here? I don't sense you being a dreamwalker either."  

[Sou Jara]

Lutia looked down at the large chicken/turtle who addressed her.
"I lost something very important to me and I am certain it is in here."  

[supremeviva]

Tictac looks at her for a moment. "Well what exactly are you looking for? Ideas?"  

[silentdraconis]

"Call me Nick." She replied. "I like planes more than boats. Are you two stuck here?"
If they were, maybe she could get them out. She couldn't afford to ask them along--they stood out so much, and she wasn't sure she could use her magic in this man's mind. It had been so hard to get in... She'd felt the spider-web brush of something dark--darker than her first grip of Nightmare, and that had sent her to her knees. It had called to her, tried to pull her... but Nic had been to stubborn, to determined to protect her charges and get them to their destination to let it get her.
Next time? She wasn't sure. Right now? She didn't think she had the ability to cloud this mind with her usual underhanded tricks.
...orphan...?  

[delbosque]

P-51 grinned at her new acquaintance.
"Hi, Nick, nice to meet you, we can be friends, oh, hey, wait, did you ask if we're stuck here? Should we be stuck here? Tic, are we stuck here?"
She tapped the churtle's head for emphasis.  

[supremeviva]

Tictac looks up at his companion. "No we are not stuck here. We can travel any mind that dreams at will. We just ended up here."  

[Sou Jara]

It feels like its been months since we entered Whatanames mind.
Lutia looked on down the street wondering just how long this search would take. Something caught her eye as she saw a plane coming down and landing somewhere behind the buildings in the distance.
"Were close to the airfield."  

[silentdraconis]

Dreamwalkers...
Nic's smile didn't falter. "Ahh... Well, take care, then. I have to get back to work." She turned back to Lutia after nodding her brisk farewell to the two dreamwalkers, deciding abruptly that, while she WAS in this man's mind, those two weren't really her problem. If they broke something, it wasn't her responsibility to fix it.
Was it?
No. Of course it wasn't. She hadn't brought them. She was just supposed to get Lutia in and out with as little damage as possible...
...brush of darkness, darker than Nightmare...
She adjusted her jacket with a quick shake and smiled at her employer/ward, no inkling of what she might be thinking on her androgynous face.
...ruby splatters smeared on crystal snow...
"Shall we go there, then?" she inquired, about to wrap her fingers around the 'barrow's handles. She paused, eyes on Bari, then changed the course of her hands and re-arranged him so he'd have less of the floppy-limbed, dumped-in-place look, and more the sleeping peacefully look (that conveniently kept his arms and legs out of the way). As a finishing touch, she produced (from somewhere on her person) a small brown teddy bear complete with ribbon-bow collar that was a little too big to be hidden on her person, and tucked it in beside him.
Much better.
Now what had she been thinking?
She couldn't remember--it must not have been important.
...except the truth was that Nightmare and Illusion were working overtime to keep her from remembering. They wanted her out of his mind, and soon--before any other inconvenient fragments wormed their way to the surface.  

[Sou Jara]

"Lets."
Lutia said wanting to find that door as quickly as possible.
Glancing briefly back at the pair of dream walkers she wonders what those two were going to do in this mind.
Past the docks is the airfield...
She began walking in the direction of where that plane had landed briefly wondering what sort of information mental travelers would have.  

[delbosque]

P-51 started talking even faster than she had been a moment ago, gesturing with her hands almost lost inside the sleeves of the adult-size bomber jacket she was wearing.
"Oh, well, why did'n'ja say so? Tha' lady there was talkin' like we was stuck. But she don't know what she's talking 'bout, 'less she knows somethin' we don't. Hey, lady, you know somethin' we don't? Yeah, Tic, 'course she don't. Let's follow her!"  

[supremeviva]

Tictac takes a second to deciper what she said before nodding and walking after them.

"Wow P I'm suprised your brain hasn't overheated form all those words! You need a bag of ice to keep your head form melting?"  

[silentdraconis]

Note to Self: Don't talk to strangers. She thought with a mental sigh. One would think her mother would have taught her that, but...
Nic looked over her shoulder at them, still following Lutia. "If I don't know anything, why would you want to follow me?"
It seemed like a reasonable question.
Especially since their presence could ruin the two/three's (if you counted the down and out Barington--which would probably be wise) chances of getting information out of Cad's memories.
If she could just get them to see reason and go somewhere else, all would be well...  

[delbosque]

P-51 put one hand up to her forehead to check and see if her brain really was overheating.
"No warmer than usual!" she declared with a grin, then blinked and answered Nic's question with one of her own, followed by an even bigger grin.
"Why would we not want to follow you?"  

[supremeviva]

Tictac nods. "Yeah some strange people ,who are not dreamwalkerss, show up in this chaotic mind searching for something. Of course there wouldn't be any reason to be curious." The overly sarcastic talking churtle says.