A desert of powdered glass with cacti of pewter, villages of marble, and a plethora of inanimate residents. Oddly enough, everything here is rigid and angular except for the water, which happily flows along to mix with pools of faerie dust. The animate denizens, himself, Tragedy, their friends and family, drink from the spring every single day.

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Yue awakens inside Comedy's mind and immediately squeaks in pain. It takes him only a moment to realize he's dressed as a Southern belle.

A crucified Southern belle.

Yin should appear near his cross soon after.

And she does...takes a few seconds longer to orient herself to Comedy's mind than Yue. She's dressed in a flowing white wedding gown, accented with satin ribbons in a pale blue. Also, there's a large black sports number on the back.

Blinks at Yue. "Well...hell." Kicks something over this way to stand on, jumps up, and tries to get a grip on the nail and pull it out once ice fails to show itself.

Yue looks at her, wondering about the outfit.

"When I jump into a mind," he explains, teeth gritting as the nails rip free, "I look like -ow!- like someone important to the mind."

"Sorry. You okay?" Yin helps steady Yue, falling with him, landing solidly, and catching the larger woman's weight. "So, you must be Tragedy, then. It raises the question. Why am I on the varsity nuptuals team?"

Yue oofs when he lands on Yin, but quickly pulls back to prevent things from pressing against her - force of habit - before he remembers where he is. He blinks.

"I imagine marriage is a joke to him. Perhaps he's had a number of wives?" As Yue's form wavers into sight, he offers a hand down. The belle dress he keeps, thinking it looks pretty kinky on him anyway.

"Great. I haven't worn a hoop skirt since I was...six." She snickers, taking the hand to get to the ground. "Could be. Where to?"

"We need to find a place where some hint of our target can be found," answers the swishing Incubus. "That will make for simpler proceedings, darling."

"The target being...a person, or a place? I still rather think this is just a drug trip, you understand, and have no idea what I'm doing." Yin scans slowly over the landscape, searching for clues.

"Please keep in mind that every mind has its dangers," Yue warns. He rubs his pierced wrists until the wounds seal, and sets to fixing his tear-streaked makeup.

All around, piles of glass-sand lie in ever-climbing hills. A castle rises in the distance, and even though everything storms and rumbles, Yue could swear he hears the Benny Hill chase theme playing in the background.

Birds circle, at first glance. Yue closes his eyes, though, when he realizes the birds are actually enormous penises with wings.

"I suppose nothing is going to happen," Yue sighs drearily. He takes a step towards the castle, but if he notices that Lenocinant is suddenly standing right behind where he was it is not obvious. 

The devil smiles at Yin.

The vampiress stiffens, eyes locked admittedly quietly on the devil. She's not sure if this is just a figment of Comedy's mind, or the real thing...and her last interaction with the demons involved her guardian biting two of his close minions in half. "Yue...? This the kind of hint you're looking for...?"

Yue spins on a heel at Yin's words. "What are you talking about?" she demands.

Lenocinant shrugs his shoulders, as if to say "it's not my fault she can't see me."

Fingers right back to the bridge of her nose where they belong. "I am getting so tired of this particular song and dance," Yin sighs... looks to Lenocinant. "Okay. So. what's up?"

"You are still trying to get around our deal," the devil purrs. "Stop it now. I like you, but I am through warning you."

"So what happens then?" Yin smiles.

"Imagine orgasming until you died of dehydration." Lenocinant crosses his arms over a mostly bare chest. "Or your heart burst. Yes, I think that would happen before the end of a day or two."

"Threat noted." Yin folds her hands. "Is there anything else?"

Lenocinant's arms go rigid. "You seem to think I am playing with you. Does it not register in your simpering little mind? You are going to die, Yin."

"I'm not actually taking you lightly." Blue eyes blink slowly. This is absolutely true. "But you have to understand, I've been shot, knocked around by a giant gargoyle, shot again, and impaled, dangling from a seventieth-story window, set on fire, stuck in a burning building, and chained under enemy interrogation without ally connections in the last year. I was quite certain that I was going die six months ago, for one, and that I had consciously chosen death over life at that. It's not that I don't care, exactly, but fear of death just kind of stops functioning after awhile."

"I'm sorry to hear that." And it sounds genuine, at least. "Fear of death is all that makes mortals enjoy life. Goodbye, Yin."

When Lenocinant disappears, Yue seizes up, hands clasping to his belly. Looks at Yin, eyes singing confusion, as his muscles all contract and release.

"What was that pulse?"

"Are you okay?" She reaches out to steady him. Priorities.

"Something enormous just broke out of here," his shaking voice explains. "It's heading back to your dreams, Yin. It--"

The next words out of Yue's mouth hiss with static. He stares at Yin, every syllable screeching.

Menayen's damned teleporter.

Yin winces. "I believe that's Lenocinant heading over to kill me. Is there anything we can do?"

Yue's lips part, but again only static comes out.

"Obviously," Comedy's voice calls to Yin, "you have to go back."

The Cheshire cat winks into sight atop Yue's shoulder.

"To wake up, or to go back to my own dreams?" Pause. "I actually...don't know how to do either, really." Looks at her arm. Pinches it.

It probably hurts, but beyond that, it shouldn't do anything.

"Your friend can take you," the cat purrs. "You just need a translator."

Yue looks up at him. Opens his mouth to a squealing hiss.

"He says "You need to take my hands. That will take us both to your dreams, Yin.""

Yin nods. Reaches out, though her hands still just about an inch above Yue's. Looks at Comedy. "You coming to translate, or staying the hell out of this?"

Yue squeezes Yin's hands. She trusts Tel-tiono's judgment. She does. And she's not afraid to trust Yin with her life.

"She says," Comedy purrs, "she'll be your strength. Your dragon will not be able to follow into Lenocinant's mind, but Yue will give you his strength."

Yin smiles at them both, and nods once. "Can do. But...Lenocinant's mind? Weren't we going to mine?"

Yue pauses. Eyes close. Comedy considers.

"There is a good chance his mind will take yours over," Comedy reports. "At least while he's there. That's the best time to stop him, anyway."

Yin nods. She actually has an uneasy feeling about Sphyxian...she thinks he and Lenocinant may have already tangled, and that worries her. "All right. Let's do this."

Yue's eyes squeeze shut. Plasma boils from his pores, burning into black-hot corona flames that Yin shouldn't be able to feel.  His wings stretch to full spread, going white. 

Every hint of Yue's demonic essence bleeds into his hands, moving into Yin.

Yin stiffens, almost jerks away. The only reason that she doesn't is a vague similarity to the feeling of when Revilier first gave her the Golden spell, that influx. Eyes are a touch wide, though. "What...just happened?" She feels...quite different. Also, the bizarro wedding dress dissolves in favor of a favorite outfit, a sleeveless button-up with tight cargo pants and arm warmers. Except, all are snow what. "H...uh."

Comedy had hopped from Yin's shoulder once the fireworks started. He stares, more than alittle impressed at the changeover of energies.

Yue speaks again, a soft whimper of noise.

"He says he'll be back for his stuff," Comedy reports, just as Yue's form scatters into wisps of gray ghosts and winks away.

The way to Yin's Dreamscape opens next to her.

Yin breathes out. "All right. So. See you around maybe. Thanks for the help, Comedy." Gazes at the gateway a few moments, and then just heads quietly in.