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misrecalled_tdms[((OOC note: This fourth wall is open to any character who would be game legal. If a character who posted here reserves or apps in September, these threads can be considered game canon as long as all involved agree. If a character doesn't app, for those in game already... wow that was a weird dream. Wait, what did you dream about again?))]
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For Jordan, still comatose after the magical mishap that had resulted in the first Misrecalled being summoned, it began with a dream. A dream so strong, that it had her stirring fitfully even in her current state; and eventually caused her to release an uncontrolled burst of magic.
For everyone else, unaware of what was coming, it began with falling asleep. Whether or not someone was tired before hand, whether they even could sleep, they simply fell asleep - or a reasonable facsimile - wherever they happened to be. Maybe they remembered falling asleep, maybe they didn't. But either way they suddenly found themselves in... a very strange place.
First all there was that they could see was a vast featureless plain in shining gold and silken draperies. But that was only a glimpse, for just by existing in this space, each dreamer warps it. Changes it. Not all at once, but bits, constantly changing between them and whomever they encounter. Each person brings with them bits of three places... where they had been last, a familiar place from memory, and whatever place they call home. But this is constantly changing and shifting, more so the more dreamers are present in any space. Before long, Bits of different landscapes, different environments, even different weather conditions will cover the landscape like some crazy patchwork quilt. Here a bit of a sunny, idyllic garden, there a section of shadowy, graffiti covered slum. To one side, a chunk of charming cobblestone streets under sunset tinged skies, to the other, a forest of towering trees, some of which seem to be moving. And glimpsed through the gaps between some of the odd terrain sections, some remainder of the poorly defined golden space, hung with colorful draperies could still be seen.
And the ground itself was not immune to the changes. While the ground on which they stood might seem stable enough, if someone walked more than a few paces in any direction, that could change. Solid ground could become shifting sand. Or water. Or a wall might suddenly appear to block their path. Doors might lead to places they definitely shouldn't or open to the edge of a sheer cliff. And if the complete lack of logic to the landscape wasn't enough of an indication that this was some sort of dream, then the unreadable signs would clinch it. Because any signs - or indeed, anything with writing on it that they didn't have on their person when they arrived - was covered with nothing but unreadable gibberish.
And it got even more surreal when a dreamer spotted anyone else in the dreamspace, or even looked at their own reflection - for each person appears in the dream in whatever way they see themselves. So someone with low self confidence might be short, someone with a huge ego might tower. If someone sees themselves as a horrible criminal who needs to repent, they might be in prison togs. If the change is dramatic enough people who know each other well might still fail to recognize each other within the dreaming.
Now normally such a bizarre dream might have been put down to stress, a meal that disagreed with them, or maybe indulging in some sort of illicit substance, but this clearly was no ordinary dream, if for no other reason than that in this dream, they weren't alone. The other people they encounter are not just figments of their imagination, and they too change the shared dream space.
Those already either on the Isle or in the kingdom of Auradon proper would find themselves all thrown together in the bizarre dreamworld. And that would have been strange enough. But more than the current populations of Auradon and the Isle could be found in this place. Maybe the faces where familiar. Maybe they weren't. But they definitely hadn't turned up in the physical world that was home to Ben and Mal. Yet anyway.
Given the extremely variable geography, exploring the area might be dangerous. At least as dangerous as anything in a dream could be. But investigating might help them find a way back to the physical world faster, for those who realize they are dreaming. Or they could just stand around and talk or complain about the latest bit of magical weirdness to happen to them and hope they woke up soon. Or they could go with it and enjoy the weird. It was their dream, after all. They could pretty much do what they liked. Or at least try to. Either way, they seemed stuck there for the present, for better or worse.
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For Jordan, still comatose after the magical mishap that had resulted in the first Misrecalled being summoned, it began with a dream. A dream so strong, that it had her stirring fitfully even in her current state; and eventually caused her to release an uncontrolled burst of magic.
For everyone else, unaware of what was coming, it began with falling asleep. Whether or not someone was tired before hand, whether they even could sleep, they simply fell asleep - or a reasonable facsimile - wherever they happened to be. Maybe they remembered falling asleep, maybe they didn't. But either way they suddenly found themselves in... a very strange place.
First all there was that they could see was a vast featureless plain in shining gold and silken draperies. But that was only a glimpse, for just by existing in this space, each dreamer warps it. Changes it. Not all at once, but bits, constantly changing between them and whomever they encounter. Each person brings with them bits of three places... where they had been last, a familiar place from memory, and whatever place they call home. But this is constantly changing and shifting, more so the more dreamers are present in any space. Before long, Bits of different landscapes, different environments, even different weather conditions will cover the landscape like some crazy patchwork quilt. Here a bit of a sunny, idyllic garden, there a section of shadowy, graffiti covered slum. To one side, a chunk of charming cobblestone streets under sunset tinged skies, to the other, a forest of towering trees, some of which seem to be moving. And glimpsed through the gaps between some of the odd terrain sections, some remainder of the poorly defined golden space, hung with colorful draperies could still be seen.
And the ground itself was not immune to the changes. While the ground on which they stood might seem stable enough, if someone walked more than a few paces in any direction, that could change. Solid ground could become shifting sand. Or water. Or a wall might suddenly appear to block their path. Doors might lead to places they definitely shouldn't or open to the edge of a sheer cliff. And if the complete lack of logic to the landscape wasn't enough of an indication that this was some sort of dream, then the unreadable signs would clinch it. Because any signs - or indeed, anything with writing on it that they didn't have on their person when they arrived - was covered with nothing but unreadable gibberish.
And it got even more surreal when a dreamer spotted anyone else in the dreamspace, or even looked at their own reflection - for each person appears in the dream in whatever way they see themselves. So someone with low self confidence might be short, someone with a huge ego might tower. If someone sees themselves as a horrible criminal who needs to repent, they might be in prison togs. If the change is dramatic enough people who know each other well might still fail to recognize each other within the dreaming.
Now normally such a bizarre dream might have been put down to stress, a meal that disagreed with them, or maybe indulging in some sort of illicit substance, but this clearly was no ordinary dream, if for no other reason than that in this dream, they weren't alone. The other people they encounter are not just figments of their imagination, and they too change the shared dream space.
Those already either on the Isle or in the kingdom of Auradon proper would find themselves all thrown together in the bizarre dreamworld. And that would have been strange enough. But more than the current populations of Auradon and the Isle could be found in this place. Maybe the faces where familiar. Maybe they weren't. But they definitely hadn't turned up in the physical world that was home to Ben and Mal. Yet anyway.
Given the extremely variable geography, exploring the area might be dangerous. At least as dangerous as anything in a dream could be. But investigating might help them find a way back to the physical world faster, for those who realize they are dreaming. Or they could just stand around and talk or complain about the latest bit of magical weirdness to happen to them and hope they woke up soon. Or they could go with it and enjoy the weird. It was their dream, after all. They could pretty much do what they liked. Or at least try to. Either way, they seemed stuck there for the present, for better or worse.
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 02:57 (UTC)It looked like it ought to have been notes on star positions -- an astronomy study? -- but it was hard to tell, from a distance. Quill and ink and more paper was still sitting out on the table, a stack of old books beside them. The walls were all but lined with large stained-glass windows, and at least from the inside, it was clearer than not that the lowly conical roof was actually fairly special, made of a mosaic of tinted glass rather than fully opaque, another kind of artistic feat that left the light filtering down through it to blend into near whiteness by the time it reached the lower half of the big room, allowed in by the canopy-curtains being pulled and tied aside for it. Plants grew bushily in their pots near the windows, and hung down in long tendrils covered in flowers from pots suspended from the rafters, as well as having climbed up from planters set out by the dainty railing around a stairway down to the rest of the castle through the tower, using said railing as a trellis. A telescope of some sort was sitting just inside the doorway, off to the side... it was an observatory of some kind, and a sunroom....
And the singing's source... She was a teenager, maybe? A younger adult? Black hair, loose and vaguely wavy, hung to about the middle of her back, her bangs twisted up to where they were tied behind her head with purple ribbon and fresh flowers. Her ears' tops were in view in that style, subtle points indicating that possibility that she wasn't quite human, though she looked it otherwise, from behind. She wore her usual flowy black dress with apparent stained-glass panes of dark purple that faded up into the rest of it along its hems, extra fabric falling down behind her like a cape.... If someone were familiar with Mallia already, her identity wouldn't be at all difficult to guess.
She hadn't noticed him just yet, intent as she was on the paper in her hands....
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 06:16 (UTC)He flipped right side up again.
"Anyway, pretty sure this is a shared dream plane or something. I'd say ask my brother if he was here, but he would give you an answer so complex you'd never understand it. He can't speak plainly for anything."
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 06:56 (UTC)The devil snickered at her, making it clear even her own shoulder beings didn't buy it.
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 07:04 (UTC)The dragon creature made a hissing noise that seemed... almost... amused. And it looked smug.
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 07:39 (UTC)[Ven does make note that the other doesn't apparently like to be touched. If and when Ven meets him. That's good to know, in not unintentionally upsetting the guy without being aware of the touching thing. Even just simply placing a hand at someone's shoulder or tapping their shoulder to get their attention or something isn't usually a thing he thinks twice about.
But he is concerned about that last that she says.]
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 08:41 (UTC)Perhaps she should have been concerned with the "costume change" going on with Mal, she was too wrapped up in the performance to really worry.
"I'm gonna find some trouble, trouble!
I'm gonna make some trouble, so good!
I'm gonna find some trouble, so good!"
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 08:45 (UTC)"I suspected as much. This isn't my first time visiting the realm of dreams... though I hoped it was also the last. I don't suppose you've seen an annoying little imp around causing more trouble?"
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 09:31 (UTC)Yes, she was ignoring the question of what she had been about to do.
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 09:46 (UTC)"We both know evil is the easier path..." a slightly softer version of her own voice said. "But can we make the harder choice?" And without waiting for a reply she started singing. The song was different, but she sung it differently. Where the last was a celebration of freedom, this was all but shouted musically from the heart. A challenge released into the dreamscape as magical glittering water surrounded the stage, a bright blue sky opening over them, the scent of strawberries in the air. Was she challenging herself or Morgana? Or both? Hard to tell. But she gave what had once been a song of her lost younger self the power it had lacked before. She gave the song more of a rock edge so that in the end... it was almost twin to the last song. And yet it ended on.. a pause. Not an actual end, but what felt more like a held breath, like something being weighted and measured.
Mal was once again caught almost evenly between her two halves, and two very different eyes watched Morgana, as though she might hold a much needed answer.
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 10:35 (UTC)The spotlight's heat suddenly felt ten times as hot. Where had this come from? She was there to entertain, to be heard, not to help -
Except. Well. Hadn't that been the whole reason she picked up a guitar in the first place, when she was even younger than this kid? To help others be heard, the way rock had helped her find her voice?
She knew nothing about Mal - not even the girl's name - and now was expected to give answers Morgana herself was questioning. Since this was a dream, maybe it was her subconscious being less "sub" and more trying to whack her upside the head. Somewhere she could sense Darkwing being adorably smug about this turn of events.
Maybe it was time for the age-old adage that all entertainers knew, one that applied to real life just as often as it did the stage. No matter what choices you made, life would still move on - it was how you move that made the difference. In other words...
The Show Must Go On.
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 10:39 (UTC)