I was in a war zone with a big group of people. I had a feeling they were artists and their faces were familiar. Most of them were younger than me. A mishmash between USJ colleagues and former classmates. Possibly also GYRP'ers.
Information had reached us that the enemy was using a specific poison (I had been trying out Hitman 2 yesterday) and most were nervous. There was, however, an antidote, of which we had plenty. My nervous (and quite young; teenagers to people in their twenties) brothers- and sisters-in-arms started applying the antidote over their entire bodies. I just shook my head at them - it was meant for ingesting and only in case someone was actually poisoned.
We had been stationed in a tall building, but made our way down. I have a feeling it was a very aerial landing, somehow. There were plenty of people with their children vacationing and relaxing in pink swimming pools. In the middle of the pools stood a toilet seat. I had to go and a lot of people were watching, and I remember being embarrassed as I was the only one using it, but at the same time I felt a bit of defiance, thinking they should have constructed it differently if they didn't want people to do it this way.
There was going to be a ball and everyone was looking for a date. Mine was going to be Katrina Polyzou, who was once again a teenage GYRP'er. There was a great celebration, as if she (or we) had won something, and she lip-synced to Helena Paparizou's "My Number One". I recall being surprised that she knew such an oldie, despite the singer being half-Greek. We ended up in a cool finishing pose, sporting curly brownish red wigs, and there was much rejoicing.
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