Once upon a dream... (4th Wall Event/TDM Combo platter)

[missrecalled_mods]

[((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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Kaylin Neya | Elantra | CW: Potentially all | OTA

[kaylinneya]

What one might find would be perhaps the oddest hawk in any universe. Not just an imperial hawk, but an actual hawk. Feathers and all. Small. But still... hawk.

Of course her wings were too small to ever carry her in flight. And not only were they too small, but they were also covered in some sort of odd markings that blurred like writing when looked at too closely. Her feathers were shining soft gold, except where they were the various coulours of blood and human bruising. They were also an akimbo mess. Her eyes were very human looking eyes, plain brown. There was an odd marking on one clawed foot. On the foot that wasn't bound with jesses.

"What the actual happinesses?!" the hawk asked. Then jumped as if startled. "Happinesses. Ocean wall it what the happiness is... why the happiness can't I say...." a small scream of frustration erupted from the bird. She tried what sounded like a different language. From the tone, same problem. Another language and this one... it sounded weird to hear what sounded like an angry cat coming from the beak of a bird. She went through a few more languages.

"Okay, either this is an ocean walled nightmare or I am actually in on of the happinesses. NOT HAPPY! NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS HAPPY OCEAN WALL IT!"

Another frustrated noise.

Just wait till she notices her daggers are gone....

The setting around her is an odd mix of worn floor boards, desks piled high with paper, and a night sky with two moons. She froze as the sound of a distant howl filled that odd broken night. Her wings flexed as she reached for...

And so started another spate of attempts to swear. The word Quartermaster was in there, as on of the few intelligible words...

[motherofresistance]

The familiar voice and presence led Leia to Kaylin, and she looked down at the angry bird with amusement. "Well yours is certainly one of the more literal interpretations of oneself I've seen in this place," she said. "Regardless of circumstances though, it's good to see you again Kaylin."

[kaylinneya]

"Leia!" she said, cutting herself off mid rant. She started trying to walk over to Leia and... fell flat on her face.

"Ocean wall it..."

Leia Organa | Star Wars (CRAU Wake + Voidtrekers) | OTA

[motherofresistance]

Compared to some in this odd dreamspace, Leia looked rather ordinary; a petite older woman in a white gown and hooded cloak combo. Even the gown itself wasn't especially remarkable, though it might well be familiar to some. Those with more awareness of fashion might recognize its quality by its clean, elegant lines and how well it fit and flattered her; clearly something that had been tailored or specially made, rather than gotten off the rack. But she wore no jewelry other than a single ring with two blue stones. Really the only thing that marked her as unusual was the fact that- despite appearing quite solid, she was surrounded by a soft, ethereal blue glow.

The environment she appeared in was far more impressive looking. A huge, elegant bedroom featuring an equally large and elegant four poster bed. The other furniture was similarly elegant. A sitting area with a few comfortable looking couches and chairs surrounding a coffee table. A writing desk and chair in one corner. A vanity table with a cushioned stool in another. A wardrobe that, if opened, would be found to contain a number of elegant gowns and accessories, though also several far simpler and mor practical outfits. A plush, white oval-shaped rug that took up much of the floor space not occupied by furniture. A cushioned window seat and large window that looked out over a beautiful, futuristic city, and in the distance a snow-capped mountain peak.

If one opened the door though, they'd be met with quite a contrast. Instead of the hallway of a palace, they would be met with the interior of a light space freighter, reasonably tidy, but worn, battered, and a bit grimy from much use. There were seating areas here was well, some with retractable safety harnesses, and a round holographic game table, currently inactive. A bit further in, one could find a small galley stocked with some basic provisions, though this wasn't immediately visible. And a bit further still one could make their way to the cockpit for a veiw of the star-speckled blackness of space.

The contrast would be immediately apparent to anyone approaching, as both the bedroom and the freighter arts ended in such a way as to be missing part of their walls. Upon seeing all of this, Leia simply smiled. "Well," she said, "as dreams go, this one is fairly pleasant. Though I have a feeling this is no ordinary dream." Partly because she hadn't planned on taking a nap. Partly because she could sense other presences here with her, some familiar, some not.

Which meant that she should probably investigate. So she set out through the missing wall and into the dream space to find out what- and who- might be waiting for her.

You said whoever....Re: Leia Organa | Star Wars (CRAU Wake + Voidtrekers) | OTA

[utauhoshina]

The blond girl in the pigtails would be the first she might meet. Under her feet - daylit sidewalk. Over her head, dark clouded night. And around her on all sides but the left - Where Leia came to her from - tight close in walls. Her wrists glittered with broken shackles, bits of chains around her feet, broken and inert. On her back were two wings. The feathery white wing was high and tight to her back, the small black bat wing was broken and listed, pressed against the wall behind her. There was on either of her shoulders what looked like an angel and a devil the size of her hands. The girl's eyes were closed as she sang a deep and haunting melody. The sing seemed to flow along around her, illuminating her in a soft glow of whiteish gold light.

[motherofresistance]

Leia waited respectfully until the girl finished her song, then applauded politely. "You have a beautiful voice," she commented by way of announcing her presence, smiling warmly.

Re: Leia Organa | Star Wars (CRAU Wake + Voidtrekers) | OTA

[modified20]

Sarah had been cycling through her characters as she moved through the dreams. She didn't even notice Leia at first. "Okay, so manifesting works..." she said, currently blond and more or less human looking. Except for the dice that seemed to encircle her at waist height and the papers that floated around just above her head. "Let's see what I can manifest... Oh! I know!" A flame thrower appeared in her hand. She grinned. then it vanished. "Even better. Let those star dorks see me now," she said. One of the dice started rotating. She reached out and touched it. "Modified twenty, I summon my lightsaber!" and in her hand appeared a lightsaber. Active. A red lightsaber. "Alright! Didn't really get to test this out last time. I wonder if it still has blood on it. Can you even get blood on one of these...?" She seemed like she was talking to someone else, but no one else was there.

[jedi_scrapper]

When Cal approached he noticed the room, but the ship interior had his attention and he looked around, eyes lighting up somewhat. No matter how worn the ship was, he recognized quality at the base from years of scrapping ships. It distracted him from anything else, and for a moment, he wasn't Cal Kestis, would be empire's most wanted. He was Cal of the scrapper guild. And in this dream, his appearance reflected that shift in attitude. While he didn't look younger, his poncho made a reappearance, and his lightsaber was no longer strangely lit. "Wow. A Corellian YT-1300? Has some nice mods too, huh BD?" He asked habitually, glancing at his empty shoulder ... Not that he had constantly had the droid around over the past several years or anything.

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.

Rren | Star Trek OC |OTA

[cheep_soongbird_knockoff]

The images Rren carried with them to this shared mindscape were not all easy to decipher. Oh, some were obvious. The art room where they had been working on art before contributed tables here and there, the better part of two dozen sheets of paper spread out on the table and floor both, containing colorful lines. And then there was the inside of a small spaceship, the galaxy visible through the transparent sections of bulkhead, odds and ends littering shelves, getting mixed in with the papers on the art tables.

But the final part? It was a space both real and imaginary. Those who'd entered the datascape wouldn't even recognize it, as this version had not been translated for organic minds and the other had. It was code, it was input from a ship full of systems and the buzz of the subspace net in the background. Form had no point in this place and those who stepped into it would not find ground underfoot, but they wouldn't fall either.

Rren's nature had much in common with this place, and sometimes they seemed to flit out of existence, trailing along as a string of light through the art room, or materializing to float in the middle of the computer. It was strange how much this felt like home, it wasn't something the could ever have expected. They enjoyed having a body, but the human pattern of thought and existence were both limiting. Would they go back? Absolutely not, in a very real sense this swirling mess of code had been a prison. They hadn't always been able to travel with their best friend. They hadn't even been able to truly leave the ship, merely cast projections of themself into other systems.

Strangely, they never visited their original body in this place, this dream? Oh, they saw it, sitting propped against a wall in a corner, damaged beyond repair, what it had been when they'd first been integrated into the computer.

They willed themself to materialize, though the remained translucent, glowing orange as they floated in the space outside the ship. How had this happened?

"Hello?"

"Anybody?"

Were they alone here?

[not_42]

They were not, though the being that had wandered in there after leaving the familiar paths of his garden looked decidedly out of place on a starship. Clad in a dark hooded robe and birdlike half-mask that obscured most of their features, even the features that would normally be visible were rendered blurred and indistinct in the dreamscape. The being seemed harmless enough though. Not to mention fascinated by the view of the galaxy outside.

"I can hear you," Hermes assured them. "Is this... the sea of stars?"

Re: Rren | Star Trek OC |OTA

[professorsong]

A floating ornate hourglass had floated its way into the room and was... near the code. With no face it was hard to tell if it was reading the code or had been stopped by it, or what. The hourglass rotated slowly as Rren spoke, though. "Hello there," River's voice came from the hourglass. "Is all this supposed to mean something?"

Cal Kestis | Star Wars JS | OTA

[jedi_scrapper]

Entering a Dream Space as a Jedi with psychometry, added complications to what Cal brought experienced. Normally when he touched an object that spoke to him, he saw the images, heard people, often from ages past. Here anyone would see them. And even his own experiences appeared in whispers, sometimes solidifying, but often fading away. And because of this, they included not just the places, but moments, pieces of time.

Cal looked very little different from normal, a young man with red hair scruff, freckles, and a ready smile. He wore attire that would almost seem more in place on a smuggler than a Jedi and had the Scrapper tattoo on his arm. He had his blaster in holstered on one hip and light-saber on the other. One blade of the saber remained lit even holstered, though it didn't burn him or anything it touched while like this. It cast an exaggerated blue light up on Cal's features from below, elongated shadows in a strange way. But occasionally the kyber crystal seemed to almost bleed, swirls of red entering the light, but never dominating.

The whispers around him coalesced to form the interior of a ship. Behind him stood a holographic table with a map of various worlds, and in front of him was a curved bench and a table, with an instrument leaning against the side. Further still sat a long table and a small cooking area. To the side sat either a shelf with items, or a terrarium. It seemed to sit between the two. And to his right the door opened out to a settlement with a star destroyer visible in the sky above, but at second glass it was a quiet world the sky full of swirling lights.

He didn't exit to either, but instead picked up the instrument on the bench and played a simple tune. One he'd learned through telemetry what seemed like a lifetime ago. Cere had taken this with her when she'd left and he hadn't seen it in so long, and it felt right to play it now.

As he played, a scene came visible, and if anyone wandered in, they would see him playing the instrument, but also whispers of a slightly younger version of him in a poncho, Merrin, a young Nightsister with grey skin and white hair in red and black, Cere, a human woman with dark skin and very short hair in tight curls, Greeze, an older Latero with fur tufts from the side of his face like mutton chops and four arms and BeeDee, a hyper little droid bouncing about. The group was arguing good naturedly, Greeze trying to shoo Beedee off the table, and Cal lifting his plate of food so he could keep eating while his droid friend took flight and blew raspberries at the Latero.

With the last note he played the scene, the entire ship, faded from view. It left behind a strangely blank landscape and the looming threat of the empire overhead in the form of the slightly translucent star destroyer. Cal shook his head, looking to his shoulder out of habit. "Well BeeDee, this would be a lot more fun with you with me." But it seemed the little droid was not an active part of his dream, so he ventured out into the unknown, searching for other Dreamers.

[hotheadwarmheart]

Cal would find another dreamer in a section of terrain that contained a trainstation with clock tower. It faced an open plaza paved with cobblestones and surrounded by a roughly waist high brick wall; looking out over the wall one could see the view of a town laid out before them, lit by the warm glow of sunset. In fact everything about the place, from the colors to the atmosphere, felt warm and inviting.

Lea stood by the wall, looking out at the view. "Nice place, huh?", he said without looking up as he heard footsteps approaching.

Re: Cal Kestis | Star Wars JS | OTA

[modified20]

She arrived just as the scene and the note were fading. "Okay, new setting, cool." She had some sort of BFG in one hand, and in her other, a red light saber. "Hey, you, you the one who is supposed top lead me to the plot or are you here to die?"

She looked like a fairly normal human woman in light armor, except for the ring of dice floating around her midsection.

Hermes | Final Fantasy XIV | OTA

[not_42]

A section of beautiful, well-tended gardens and flagstone paths surrounding a glowing crystal structure met the eyes of anyone who wandered into this area. The air was warm and pleasant and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the plants and trees now and then. Brightly colored insects that might have passed for ordinary butterflies if they didn't have a wingspan of nearly a meter fluttered about peacefully, largely ignoring any visitors.

Next to a rather art-deco looking building, there was a pool of clear water under a covered pavilion in which a small number of hand-sized axolotyl-like creatures were swimming. And sitting at the edge of the pool, watching the creatures peacefully swimming about, was a being. Overall, the being was humanoid, clad in a dark, hooded robe and birdlike half-mask that made their features hard to discern. And in this place, it's even harder, as even the visible parts of the being's face are blurred and indistinct. They seemed harmless enough though, and almost unconcerned with the strangeness of the situation. Maybe you should go and say hello?

/slides in birb

[hermesbird]

It was a long sleep, that it was. From having lived a thousand years, searching countless of stars in eternal space in her quest to find the answer for her Master's question, to the End of the Universe where the Warrior of Light freed her from the exhausting prison of despair and guilt, she woke up in this world with a light heart.

This place works differently than how she works with dynamis and aether but perhaps the selfsame principle of shaping reality and dreams as she sees fit. A field of flowers with their ethereal glow of hope, the way she remembers the flower fields in Elpis and a night sky of stars. That's the scene she woke up to. But there are people here, beings pulled from their worlds. While she can tap their thoughts, feelings, and she could interact with them for information of this star as she investigated and see different landscapes and environment, a garden here, a forest there, shaped by the other dreamers perhaps? She need to investigate the land and its people more.

In a glow of light, she took form of a blue bird and took flight, glancing her surroundings from a bird's eye view. This star seem to be stable. By her nature, becoming more curious she flew onward.

It was then she flew into another dream, a familiar landscape of gardens and flowers, the familiar glowing crystral, the butterflies, that reminds her of home. Seeing and recognizing the tall hooded robe figure and birdlike mask, the same fashion that everyone wears in Ascian society, perhaps she could ask him for information.

The blue bird hovered before him and in a glow of light, transformed into a short, blue-haired girl with feathered avian wings on the side of her head, a blue dress with long blue tail feathers, and clearly, not wearing shoes for she possessed a pair of bird talon like legs for feet.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" She didn't recognize him as her master and being his familiar, not with the mask on. "I hope you're not alarmed. I only wish to know if you may know something about this world if you could be kind to share."

Meteion | Final Fantasy XIV | ota

[hermesbird]

[ooc note: Voice-testing here! ** Light Endwalker spoilers** I will try to keep it to a bare minimum and keep it light as I pulled her from post-canon. For now, feel free to see a flying blue birb (birb!) or in her seemingly human form. Meteion is a thousand-year-old birb who is super empathetic and has telepathic powers so let me know your permissions]

I. Meteion's dream garden
It was a long sleep. From having lived a thousand years, searching countless of stars for signs of life and civilizations in eternal space in her quest to find the answer for her Master's question, to the End of the Universe where the Warrior of Light freed her from the exhausting prison of despair and guilt, she woke up in this world with a light heart.

This place works differently than how she works with dynamis and aether but perhaps the selfsame principle of shaping reality and dreams as she sees fit. A field of flowers with their ethereal glow of hope, the way she remembers the flower fields in Elpis and a night sky of stars inside a cozy abode made in Ascian architect.

That's the scene she woke up to. But there are people here, beings pulled from their worlds. While she can tap into their thoughts, feelings, and she could interact with them for information of this star as she investigated and see different landscapes and environment, a garden here, a forest there, shaped by the other dreamers perhaps? She need to investigate the land and its people more.

In a glow of light, she took form of a blue bird and took flight, glancing her surroundings from a bird's eye view. This star seem to be stable. By her nature, becoming more curious she flew onward to explore.

II. Meteion make contact
After her joyful reunion with Hermes, her Master, she continues to venture forth to gather information, curious she is, and perhaps make friends. Perhaps a blue bird flew into your dreamscape, into your home, and there's a convenient window or door open and she flew in.

Whatever you're doing now, she flies around you, scoping out and investigating your cozy home and its environment, curious and wondering what kind of world you're from and she would very much would like to hear your story and your world.

"Greetings." The blue bird spoke as she finds a safe place to perch, speaking in a friendly voice, kind and warm. "Can you hear me? Please don't be alarmed. I'm not here to harm you. I just wish to know your dreams, your thoughts, and your feelings." For science and intellectual curiousity. "I would like to be your friend."

You're not imagining things. The blue birb can talk as if it's ordinary.

III. Wildcard
[Feel free to write your own starter and let's make adventures!]

Re: Meteion | Final Fantasy XIV | ota

[souls_of_roles]

Kyoko's looked.... mostly human except she had no curves. At all. Her face seemed to vanish whenever someone wasn't looking directly at it, and even when they were it was plain and forgettable. Unlike her outfit, which was still eye searingly pink. It was like a curse, a pink that bright, and it seemed to leak from the clothing into her skin where it touched. And from the knees up she was... see through. Like she was a glass that was mostly empty. A dark aura surrounded her as she moved, clinging to her like an ominous second skin.

But she stopped to look at the blue bird, staring in something akin to awe at the beauty of it. One hand dug in the hip pouch she wore over the bright pink cover all and fished something out. The something proved to be a blue stone, almost the colour of the bird as she lifted it to look at both together. But as she shifted the stone, its colour shifted, becoming more like the sun.

Nita Callahan...? | Young wizards + CRAU | Voidsickness in its inevitable conclusion.

[unfavorableinstigation]

From Nita, there came no imaginings, no whimsical alterations or scenery design. No traces of the Speech, the Between, or even the Void.

Only destruction. In whatever ways her power had not been limited by this place, let alone Jordan's dreaming, objects would dissolve, crack, or turn into multicolored mass simply by being near her. Using empathy or related powers near her was... unwise.

And her mind? Well, unfortunately, it was almost totally gone by this point. Trying to reason with her, or plead with her, was not going to cut it.

For those who simply wished to confront her, however - good luck. You'll need it.

Have a birb? :V

[hermesbird]

For how long in this dreamspace has passed if time is measurable, it wasn't long. Nita won't be alone in the dreamspace. A blue bird with long tail feathers appeared flying around. The bird skillfully dodges the multicolored mass, sensing the desire for destruction in the subtle energy.

Meteion is empathetic but has grown to used to the feeling of despair and cosmic horror over a thousand years, having visited multiple dying stars and may had aided in the death of some to ease the pain of crumbled civilizations if everything else fails.

She sees Nita and well...there isn't exactly any place for a birb to perch. So she flew and hover about, keeping safe distance. Reaching out telepathically, it seems the bird can talk.

"Hello? Can you hear me? Please don't be alarmed. I'm not here to harm you. I just wish to aid you. Are you hurt?"

Re: Nita Callahan...? | Young wizards + CRAU | Voidsickness in its inevitable conclusion.

[surrender_and_die]

Rampant destruction? COUNT HER IN!

Dream Bangladesh looked like her waking self in some ways, skull bindi, long black hair pulled back in sections, large hoop earrings. Her curves were constrained by a red turtleneck, white coat and white pants. Her boots were jet black.

But where she differed? Instead of a hat she wore a large crown. It was spiked and barbed and looked dangerous. Dangerous to steal, and dangerous to wear. She was bleeding into her eyes. Didn't seem to stop her. She was also seven feet tall now, and her arms kept changing between different sorts of weapons. They settled a bit for a blaster on one side and a cutlass on the other.

"She aimed at a target over Nita's shoulder. She was joining in on the fun. And saying hello. And maybe, just maybe, issuing a challenge. She hadn't had a chance to really cut loose in forever, babysitting Mr. Sensitive as she'd been. So now she could lay in for some real mayhem. If this girl would get recruited into her crew or messily killed... well she didn't much care which. Either looked like it would be fun...

Sarah | Mann Shorts | OTA |CW: she... metagames and thinks this is all a D&D VR session...

[modified20]

For the most part, the girl sitting at the table looked like your fairly standard human woman in her mid twenties or so. Her blond hair was loose but pushed back. The table looked like a mix of multiple other tables and she had several sheets of paper and a whole bin full of various dice around her. But when she stood up, the table vanished. The pages - black and white, looking like some sort of ornate form - circled just above her eyeline, and the dice moved to circle her hips.

"Wow, when you said VR edition, you weren't kidding...." she said, seemingly to someone... who wasn't there. "Wonder what I can do..." she asked as she grew about two feet taller and more muscular. Armor appeared on her, fantasy armor but not the kind usually on female characters, something that looked like it might actually work as armor. A red lightsaber appeared in one hand, and a trek phaser in the other.

"Alright, looks like I can manifest. This... is going to be fun. I minmaxed to the max."

Sora - No, not that one | Kaleido Star | OTA

[soraing]

There was part of a brightly coloured hallway standing on its own. The wall to one side was in bright cheery orange and yellow mostly, but the posters had far more variety. The wall was papered with them so thick that they overlapped in places. The poster's words, like all in the dream scape, blurred. But there were lots of happy smiling faces, and shining sparkling hearts - the pretty sort not the anatomical sort.

The hall was the one wall and at the corner just enough of another wall to hold what looked like a sign up sheet with a magnetic plate with what was probably a name stuck to it next to a door frame. Only half the frame existed, and there was no door at all.

The hall, what there was of it, was silent except for any noise that Lea made, and whatever was beyond the door was obscured in darkness. Or maybe Darkness. Hard to tell from this side.

Should one step through they would be ASSAULTED by noise. Sound. Like 3 different soundtracks playing at the same time, with no intentional thought given to making them work well together. The ground was a mix of dirt and saw dust over the occasional tatami mat. The only things to see in the room were two very tall poles. At least, until one looked up. Each pole was topped with a platform so high up it was hard to make out. A thin rope was string between them. From that distance the rope should have been invisible, it was so thin. And yet it was clear and obvious. There were also what looked like weird swings, that could also be clearly seen. The silvery string supporting them looked ethereal and delicate.

What there wasn't... was a net under all of that.

What there was, tiny and hard to see as the distance should have made it was a figure moving slowly across the tightrope. But the figure dropped into a terrifying crouch given the thinness of the wire on which it was standing. From this distance it was hard to make out details. Pale skin, colorful clothing, dark hair that was either short or pinned up or pulled back.

The figure called down, but the noise of the competing musics swallowed some of the words and distorted what was left. Of course distance helped. So it was impossible to recognize the voice, or even identify any qualities to it. Of course, responses would probably be likewise broken and distorted.

".... room... reserved.... Sora!" the voice called down. "....later...?"

And then there was a Louie (CW: self confidence, possible hints of abuse)

[goldfishmind]

There in the dream, a young man looking decidedly younger than normal stood in the oversized clothes of a certain other man, flanked by taunting skulls. Around him, the world was a melange of the gloom of the Isle, the melodious streets of the French Quarter, and a particular stretch of New Orleans road that a particular man might well recognize, after all, even his shadow still haunted the corner within Louie's messed up and mixed up dreamscape. The shadow was long and slender like a scarecrow, stooped over a hat that matched the suit Louie wore, making the specter look halfway between a man and a frog.

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.

[under_the_raptors_wings]

Æn'kae paused when the stretch mimicked aspects of the isle along with a city a style of architecture he'd never encountered before. When he heard a stranger speak, he headed that way, clearing his throat. "Jolan'tru." Some day he'd remember to consistently say 'hello'. No idea when that day would come, but. Maybe?

The young vulcanoid was tall, with scars over much of his visible skin, a v shaped ridge on his forehead, and pointed ears. His outfit was a non-descript mix of greys and blacks with rolled up sleeves on the shirt. He hadn't even been consciously aware of the outfit he'd worn prior, but now that he didn't have the armor like uniform, he was very aware how much it had weighed him down earlier. One of the illusory 6 eyed and antennaed rodents, this one a deep blue, followed underfoot, sticking close to him.

"Are um, are you okay?" He took in the stranger's appearance, the oversized outfit, and the strange shadow that seemed to be part of the location almost more than the young man himself. He wasn't sure the significance of any of it, but there had to be something. (The skulls were a lot less cryptic.) And... did he smell food of some sort?