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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 10:39 (UTC)"I don't know... you hero types are way too vanilla for my tastes. I prefer my sound-stage a little darker. And without my guitar, my songs are nowhere near as powerful as they should be. Even an empty stage deserves nothing but the best of every performer."
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 10:40 (UTC)no subject
Date: 18 Sep 2023 10:52 (UTC)At the start it had been an answer to the question, by the middle it was memory and warmth and love and by the end...? At the end, one hand was on the mic - the dark one. The other hand, the light side, was held out to Morgana.
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 12:17 (UTC)The inside wasn't as dark as it probably ought to be, given that stone, especially such dark stone, tended to block out light. But the stained glass windows were quite large, and the foliage climbing the outer walls didn't entirely obscure them. Within, it wasn't quite as grand as some castles probably were. It wasn't an over-the-top spectacle of wealth, but something that felt warmer, somehow, though who knew how the place was actually heated. The big foyer had a second set of doors, already open, to a hallway going deeper in. This, too, was lit, but how was far less obvious yet, the light coming from... where? From seemingly nowhere, that was where. And further in, the hall opened, split off: stairs up, and paths left, right, and further in, forward....
Her voice could still be heard from outside, from behind him. But its echo came from within, too. It ought not to be too difficult to find his way to her in a more mundane sort of way, if he'd rather. He seemed to have the castle's permission, as it was....
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 12:17 (UTC)On the plus side: still not being hostile, just acting a little childish, a little less than perfectly well-coordinated. Just looking to give a few gentle strokes on the back of their head and neck, still making little sounds to them.
Either someone's errant and definitely not human child had wandered off to play with what animals it could find, or this was someone's half-intelligent pet. Given that the little village of mud huts nearby looked like it actually fit the creature, and that the far, far bigger dark castle nearby definitely did not, one could guess that it was something like the latter, one of a population of small upright probably-tame beasts, that belonged to whoever's castle that was....
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 12:17 (UTC)Behind all that, however, she just might catch sight of that shape again -- now that she was watching for it, a humanoid. They weren't incredibly tall, but almost certainly an adult's size, and were stepping more toward the castle, backing up among the trunks into the leaves and shade, keeping an eye on her all the while. She'd only just make out a face, in the shadows - the dark spots where the light didn't quite hit their eyes well enough, it seemed, and a brief moment where the contours were more visible, sharp cheekbones and a rather more pointed nose and chin... perhaps they were wearing a mask? But then they'd backed up too much to catch another good view of them, turned and headed away. She could follow, if she wanted, but did she really dare set foot into a forest that'd just done what this one had?
Of course, if she didn't, and let whoever that was simply leave... who knew how that might turn out for her? Would they tip someone off about her presence?
And then there was a Louie (CW: self confidence, possible hints of abuse)
Date: 18 Sep 2023 12:52 (UTC)Louie looked around, his face a mixture of shock, horror, and nostalgic loss. "Great. First the messed up vision, then my dad, and now this?" He said, looking at his arms, far too small for the slender sleeves he comically wore. He thought darkly to himself about the situation as he looked about, trying to decide between chasing the slight scent of freshly baked bread and trying to find his way out.
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 15:28 (UTC)They shrugged then. "If I ever found a way to your reality, I would visit even sans invitation," a mischievous light made it into their eyes. "So perhaps one day I will visit with Khell. She is a worth-while person to meet. I assure you."
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 16:16 (UTC)Knowing Harry though, there is a good chance that chaos and trouble will always lurk around in every corner, even if you take him out of his world or even Avalon.
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 16:25 (UTC)Cal had to take a moment, expression entirely blank.
Weren't shared dreamscapes supposed to be profound lessons in the Force? What was this supposed to teach him? And where in the universe was this person from anyway?
"Gonna be real honest, I'm don't have a clue what you mean by any of that." BD probably would have included rude commentary if he'd been here and he was braced to chide the droid, but it never came. Right. No BD.
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 19:21 (UTC)Still, she was a good enough sport not to run away (though she doubted she could get very far with chained ankles) and with a playful roll of her eyes after the song came to a close, she clasped the light hand - in order to force both of them for an overly dramatic theater bow.
"Always leave them wanting more."
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 19:27 (UTC)"I feel like I'm about to hear a history lesson I didn't ask for."
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Date: 18 Sep 2023 20:17 (UTC)"Here," she said, pointing to a spot, "This is where my home is. Any ents around it will be on guard. You'll have to approach as friends, and focus on that; they can read intention." She smiled, though, plainly not worried so much as just letting them in on how it worked; no sense letting things go wrong, simply by having one's attention on other matters, was there? "And if you've any trouble, find one of the fae. Speak our language; they'll welcome you.
"Though, if the when might be a potential uncertainty...." A little hesitation, but her smile didn't disappear: "Should I not be there, and should my lands be... in trouble... then depending on when, I'll either be out and about, performing feats to try to draw the other fae's attention, and you ought to seek me out...." She gestured to part of the map, a general idea of where she might be pulling off whatever stunts she was talking about, "...Or I'll be trying to retire here." Another spot, a much smaller one, "I found some ents; you'd hear of a haunted grove.
"It would still work to find the other fae, if you're able, I think...." An absent gesture to the image of her friend over there in the doorway from a minute ago, indicating him. "If you can find Sia -- Dandwyn, Zacharie, Marna, Merlin, whatever it is he's going by, he's a winemaker, gardener, healer... he in particular can help you convince me to return. Bring the dark berry wine; he can make it. Even when I can't remember my own name, I'll remember that." She grinned slightly sheepishly, but wasn't hesitating in owning up to it. "Honestly, I'll only need to return home. I've lived so long in my castle, I've left quite an imprint there."
That... was probably the most she'd said about her past troubles so far.