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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: 25 Sep 2023 09:49 (UTC)no subject
Date: 25 Sep 2023 09:50 (UTC)"Speaking of, I don't suppose you have any clue to what landed us this gig? The last time I was in a situation like this, the mastermind behind it would never have let me have this much fun."
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Date: 25 Sep 2023 09:50 (UTC)no subject
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Date: 25 Sep 2023 10:20 (UTC)She eyed the flute then nodded. "You are correct. This is no form of reality." She lifted the flute, then raised both her eyebrows slightly. Her hands. She had all ten fingers once more. "Things that were gone have been returned here, and that is not possible in what I know of as reality. So as I see it we have two options that we can try to return. Music and meditation."
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Date: 25 Sep 2023 13:32 (UTC)no subject
Date: 25 Sep 2023 13:41 (UTC)no subject
Date: 25 Sep 2023 14:03 (UTC)He was quiet for a moment more. "My people are telepathic. Normally a shared mental state like this would be a deliberate act of both parties, and would only accidentally occur between those who are already mentally linked in some fashion. I am uncertain what force could bring multiple strangers into one, but I am intensely curious to learn." He had no intention of admitting that being pulled into one against his will, despite his training, had him unsettled.
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Date: 25 Sep 2023 14:16 (UTC)"I am unfamiliar with your species or with those you reference. Which leads me to the question, have you met a Vulcan or Romulan before or do I look like another people you are familiar with?" Was there another vulcanoid race out there? In interacting with Romulan historians, he had learned that some ships had been lost during the Hwæl, so it was theoretically possible. Some had even been pulled into blackholes, and while odds were that those had been destroyed, there was some slim chance they had been pulled to another time or reality instead.
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Date: 25 Sep 2023 14:36 (UTC)They tilted their head faintly then. "I was curious about your species, I have to admit. So what do you look like normally?"
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Date: 25 Sep 2023 15:08 (UTC)no subject
Date: 25 Sep 2023 16:25 (UTC)He looked around for whoever this imagery came from, somewhat startled and no small bit embarrassed when he realized how close she was. Oh he would have heard it for that. Not that he was about to let it show. "Nice ship," he said with a grin, finally taking in the second room, the elegance of her dress and the soft glow about her. He didn't know her, but clearly, she was someone to be respected. Huh. Maybe that was too casual, ah well, he looked like a scrapper or maybe even a smuggler, depending on his attire of the moment, he doubted being too casual would come as a surprise.
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Date: 25 Sep 2023 16:57 (UTC)no subject
Date: 25 Sep 2023 17:04 (UTC)“Oh dear. I’m sorry for getting you a little confused today. What I meant by, I was trying to say that I may have been overboard in thinking things through. Anyway, hmm… I guess that we might as well explore this place while we’re still here. I think we can start with the cafe over there: it does remind of the one I used to work in.”
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Date: 25 Sep 2023 20:26 (UTC)Still hesitant, curious about something, he held up his other arm, looking it over... definitely no weaponry there, nor even a second shield. But he opened and closed his fist a few times, looking more toward his elbow as he did, and then with what looked like deliberate direction to do so on his part, that section of his armor -- of his arm, as it was quickly evident -- split open lengthwise, revealing a polished stone that he reached in to mess with a little, frowning further in thought. He didn't pull it out, but he was clearly investigating it, curious. He opened his hand again, and closed it, but it didn't look like however that worked, it was being hampered any by that spot being open. There was no blood, no bone, only light-colored wood with what looked like a good few long, unbroken, vibrantly-hued fibers running lengthwise through it, as part of the grain. He tilted his arm; the gem caught the light, but it was too dark inside to see all the way through.
"...I think I did this." So he'd customized himself? Which meant that his original appearance was still a mystery to Skisan. ...Which was apparently what this guy thought was meant, with the question about their species; maybe there really was more of a basis for this confusion than had originally been evident.
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Date: 27 Sep 2023 05:22 (UTC)no subject
Date: 27 Sep 2023 05:31 (UTC)"As for not coming to find you, we're working on getting to the Isle, but it's taking longer than we thought. We're getting close to the shore on our side though, so hopefully it won't take too much longer. And when it comes to our appearances, I don't think either of us really got to pick what we look like to other people here. I know this wasn't what I was wearing before I wound up here, at least."
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Date: 27 Sep 2023 05:41 (UTC)no subject
Date: 27 Sep 2023 05:56 (UTC)There did seem to be a room there at least, so he opted to take a peek inside. He almost regretted it though, as he was assaulted by noise the moment he entered. He could tell that it was mostly music, but it was several different songs playing at once, with no attempt to make them sync up or work together, and all of them loud. So loud, in fact, that he almost didn't hear the voice call down from above, and when he did he could only make out a few words. 'Sora'? Could that be the Sora they knew? It was possible; he couldn't make out any distinguishing characteristics of the voice, as faint as it was.
"WHAT?", he called back, cupping his hands around his mouth in a makeshift megaphone to try to make himself heard over the noise. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU! CAN YOU COME DOWN?" In the meantime, he was gonna try and find w ay to turn off the music. Or at least turn it down.
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Date: 27 Sep 2023 08:17 (UTC)[So Axel became Lea? Ven thinks he has this right. It's just a bit to keep track of. But red head and fire seem easy enough to remember at least. He gives a nod there as he files that away before tilting his head at her saying Roxas looks like him, closing one eye as she ruffles his hair.]
So what, people would confuse me for this Roxas if they know him?