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[((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.

Date: 7 Sep 2023 05:33 (UTC)
hotheadwarmheart: (Confused)
From: [personal profile] hotheadwarmheart
Lea had spent an unknown amount of time wandering the dream space. It didn't feel like a long time to him, maybe fifteen minutes or so, but given the strangeness of the place, he had no idea how long in might actually have been. In that time, he'd been through several different environments, but couldn't make heads or tails of most of it.

Really the Organization coat was one of the first things he saw that was at all familiar. What was above it... less so. But given the Keybade and ice cream in the partly translucent figure's hands, he took a guess at who it might be. "Xion?", he said. "Is that you?"

Date: 7 Sep 2023 05:41 (UTC)
nobodys_puppet: (Deep thoughts At Sunset)
From: [personal profile] nobodys_puppet
"AXEL!" she cried, hearing him. She rushed over, unaware of how she looked. But she skidded to a stop before barreling into him. "You... You're back in the coat..." she whispered, fear replacing whatever that was that had made her smile hearing him at first. Something hurt.

Date: 7 Sep 2023 05:49 (UTC)
hotheadwarmheart: (Sheepish)
From: [personal profile] hotheadwarmheart
"Hey, I didn't pick this outfit," he said. "I just kinda... appeared this way. Though my change of clothes isn't nearly as weird as what you look like in this place. I mean you've got a mirror for a head and I can kinda see through you."

Date: 7 Sep 2023 06:07 (UTC)
nobodys_puppet: (Um... What?)
From: [personal profile] nobodys_puppet
She had been about to respond, the tightness leaving her shoulders at him not saying he was a Nobody again. Though he hadn't said he hadn't. But what he said next through everything else out of her head. She stumbled back, a hand to the slick surface where her face should be.

"Y...you... see... me like that now?" she whispered. She didn't need a skin tone for him to know the paled, it was in her thin voice.

Date: 7 Sep 2023 06:36 (UTC)
hotheadwarmheart: (Group hug)
From: [personal profile] hotheadwarmheart
"I think everyone would see you like that here," Lea said. "But that's got nothing to do with me or you and everything to do with this place. The longer I'm here, the more sure I am that this is all some kind of dream, so how we look here might not be how we actually look at all. Though whose dream it is, or how we got into it, I have no idea."

"But however it's happening, and however this place makes either of us look, it's really great to see you again, Xion." He knelt down and pulled her smaller- now more than usual- form into a hug. "...Man, I've missed you."

Date: 7 Sep 2023 06:44 (UTC)
nobodys_puppet: (III)
From: [personal profile] nobodys_puppet
She had been about to bolt, ready for whatever he said to cut her down. Not that he would have meant to. But she had been so braced for the pain that what he said froze her in confusion. It kept her still long enough for the hug. Her hands, full, hung to either side, but he'd feel the tremor running through her.

"Axel..." she whispered, starting to cry. Not that he could have seen that, even if he wasn't hugging her. But no way he could miss it anyway.

Date: 7 Sep 2023 07:02 (UTC)
phoenixwiz: (Lost and Confused)
From: [personal profile] phoenixwiz
“Oh, there was another you she had encountered? Well this is very interested. I’m sorry but I’m afraid that I wasn’t able to show up at his doorstep. Is it possible that there was another me running around in that world she have been too? The Merlin I have met in Avalon was much younger and more social media savvy too,” Harry nods.

“What’s even more striking to me is that you’re practically well known in my world for being one of the most notable figures in the magical community in the United Kingdom.”

Date: 8 Sep 2023 02:26 (UTC)
missrecalled_npcs: (Merlin)
From: [personal profile] missrecalled_npcs
"One of the most notable figures in the magical community of the United Kingdoms Of Auradon. I rather like the sound of that, do b sure to say it where the young king can hear it, eh what? Ah, that would be King Ben of course. As for social media savvy, I'll have you know Camelot prefers magic to tech by choice. We are in no way stupider for the lack, I can assure you that. The wa... ah, the king simply wishes to not force his people to change, nor hav them become... become... mindless slaves of endless electronic devices."

Date: 8 Sep 2023 09:02 (UTC)
phoenixwiz: (We Need to Talk)
From: [personal profile] phoenixwiz
“Ah okay, I understand. That does sound a lot better than my country’s full name of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland then. Huh, that is interesting? I didn’t know technology did exist back in the medieval times as well.”

Date: 8 Sep 2023 09:08 (UTC)
phoenixwiz: (What?!?)
From: [personal profile] phoenixwiz
In any case, Lea is not the only one who is also hoping that this has to be a very weird dream to be in as Harry finds himself staring at cold white floors and walls and wondering around aimlessly trying to find a way out of this dream. Then he hears another voice being heard so he turns around to find Lea in a black long coat, a yellow scarf and high top sneakers.

“Oh hi there. It looks like I’m also stuck in here as well, I didn’t mean to step in here by accident…” he tries to explain himself to the red haired man.

Date: 8 Sep 2023 11:49 (UTC)
windslept: Coloured by <user name=windslept> (A second chance)
From: [personal profile] windslept
[Ventus was trying to figure out what was going on, where this was. He does at the least recognize Aqua when he comes across her even if this place isn't necessarily familiar to him. He's used to travel, to being in new worlds. He's just not sure what to make of this place. This castle. He summons his own Keyblade, approaching the familiar figure of Aqua. Not against her, but if she has hers out, it's probably for a reason.]

Aqua? Where is this....?

Date: 8 Sep 2023 17:08 (UTC)
aquawayfinder: (Battle Not Done Yet)
From: [personal profile] aquawayfinder
"Ven..." she whispered, tears filming her eyes as she smiled. She ran towards him, vanishing the Keyblade as she did. Sh swept him up in a tight hug, unless he dodged her. "Ven!" He was solid, he was real. He was here, wherever here was. This wasn't like seeing Master Eraqus in the feathers.

"Last I knew I was in a hubworld that was split into parts. The part I was in is called Auradon. And given that world, this might even be part of it. We were trying to reach another area of the same world called the Isle." Now she stopped and let him go and studied him, with concern on her face. "Is... Is that where you were, Ven? The Isle?"

Date: 8 Sep 2023 23:39 (UTC)
missrecalled_npcs: (Merlin)
From: [personal profile] missrecalled_npcs
"What? What? Medieval nothing, my lad! It is a choice not time travel! Time travel won't be invented for some.. ah... time yet."

Skisan | Star Trek OC | OTA

Date: 9 Sep 2023 01:01 (UTC)
logic_in_unity: (Default)
From: [personal profile] logic_in_unity
Perhaps to one who had never entered a shared mental state, this place would have seemed off-putting. But for a trained Vulcan who had only recently undergone a mind-meld, it did little more than raise an eyebrow. Some bits and pieces he contributed might have similarities to a certain young Romulan, if someone encountered both of them. There was in fact, one piece the exact same. A verdant world with a lavender sky a brief glimpse of two suns overhead, and a settlement under construction. Where his varied, however, were the pieces of a simple enough building like something between a hospital and a monastery set in a harsh desert, and then a busy futuristic city laid out like a maze with signs of a tremendous disparity of wealth.

Skisan's image of himself was exactly as he was. Maintaining that image was a necessity, particularly for a race that could link minds, as someone else could warp that image with intent or without, if one was uncertain. He stood 6' tall, which while not abnormal for a Vulcan, came out somewhat taller than average compared to humans. If one knew much about Vulcans, some aspects of his appearance might come as a surprise. Rather than the traditional straight haircut, thick curls framed his face and he had a level of scruff which most Vulcans would never have permitted. Outside of that he had deep blue eyes and while he did not possess the most pale of skin-tones, it was certainly light enough that the green undertones were readily visible. He wore simple robes with embroidery along multiple borders.

While he had little beyond both of them being vulcanoids physically in common with his ward, those who knew Æn'kae might pick up a sense of familiarity, subtle, but there. Just little pieces of mannerisms. And it would get even more pronounced when he spoke as there were similarities in tone and accent both.

He might have tried to wake if he had not been curious in regards to this shared mental state, and perhaps upon failing he might have had some cause for concern, but as it was that had not yet come up. He also did not try to reshape the world around him, but rather. Observed. What he contributed and what he did not at all recognize both. He wished to discover what had caused this shared state that was not a mind-meld, and, perhaps, to learn of others who had been brought in. He raised an eyebrow as he stepped forward and the ground shifted in the process to something entirely unknown. "Curious," he murmured.

Date: 9 Sep 2023 04:20 (UTC)
phoenixwiz: (Default)
From: [personal profile] phoenixwiz
“Oh gee, sorry about it. Guessing staying inside the other Avalon did messed my brain up quite a bit.”

Date: 9 Sep 2023 04:54 (UTC)
missrecalled_npcs: (Merlin)
From: [personal profile] missrecalled_npcs
"That's quite alright, lad. You'll catch on in no time, I'm sure."

Date: 9 Sep 2023 08:55 (UTC)
phoenixwiz: (Default)
From: [personal profile] phoenixwiz
“Oh gee, thanks Merlin. I’m pretty sure that I’ll able to catch up eventually. So when I do get a full start at Auradon Prep? It does sound similarly to my old school in my world.”

Date: 9 Sep 2023 08:56 (UTC)
windslept: Coloured by <user name=windslept> (As my friend)
From: [personal profile] windslept
Wh -- Aqua?

[He hadn't necessarily expected that the other would react that much to having found him. He lets her hug him, returning it, if a little taken aback by her strong response to finding him again. He does listen, picking up on what she says. The way she looks at him says that this Isle is probably bad news?]

Auradon? What Isle? A hub world?

Date: 9 Sep 2023 09:08 (UTC)
missrecalled_npcs: (Merlin)
From: [personal profile] missrecalled_npcs
"That you'll have to ask the king and queen, eh what. I have my hands full enough with one student."

Date: 9 Sep 2023 09:11 (UTC)
aquawayfinder: (Touched)
From: [personal profile] aquawayfinder
"This may be a lot to explain. Let's sit while we can. So far nothing has proven dangerous, here or in Auradon properly." She gave him one more tight hug, then let go and sat on the shifting ground - which now looked similar to the forecourt of their home, surrounded by the perfect grasses and Mallia's dark roses of Auradon.

Morgana McCawber | Fan-Designed DT17 | OTA

Date: 9 Sep 2023 14:44 (UTC)
lovebites_sodoi: (Default)
From: [personal profile] lovebites_sodoi
After the entire incident with Nodoff, the dream demon, Morgana knew way more about dreams than she liked. That’s why she wasn’t terribly surprised by her surroundings or where she was – everything about this was familiar territory. Unfortunately, she suspected the way out this time around wouldn’t be so easy. If this was Nodoff’s trickery, the door out would be harder to find, and she couldn’t entirely depend on her favorite masked hero to save her. For now, she’d have to unwillingly go down memory lane and try to find her own way out.

The first location looks like a haunted house - the kind you’d see in lame old black and white films, or a cheap theme park’s attempt to be scary. It’s got all the stereotypes down – windows that are either broken or with the shutters on a tilt, glaring gargoyles sitting atop the roof, a chilly wind that pushes the creaky door open, and so on and so forth. But to Morgana, this is the home where she grew up. Judging from her annoyed expression, it’s also the last place she wants to be, as she does her best not to look at it.

The second location is much more modern - city streets at night. Tall buildings that reach for the sky with only a few lit windows, bustling cars that zoom past narrow streets, and perhaps a few police sirens off in the distance. This is Saint Canard, home of heroes and villains alike, and Morgana’s current hunting ground for her crime spree. This might be easier to work with, she’s possibly musing to herself, as it’s this spot that makes her more relaxed.

But it’s the third location where she wants to stay, even if the weather changes and the ground becomes unstable. She’d rather be nowhere else than on a concert stage, the spotlights beaming right on center stage, electric instruments plugged in and ready to play, and curtains parted for the star of the show. If you find her there, you’re going to have an extremely difficult time getting her away.

But no matter where she’s found, she has an itch to play the guitar slung over her back. It’d really help ease her worries… but unfortunately, the worries will only continue to grow. Her wrists and ankles are chained up, like one would see on a dangerous criminal… which she technically is. No matter how hard she tugs, she can’t free herself, and it seems like her magic is being stifled. After several long moments of desperate tugging and pulling, she lets out a huff, finally speaking out loud.

“Cute. Very cute.” She mutters, though she supposes when it comes to torture from a demon, this is safer than what she expected. “The sooner Eek, Squeak and Archie can wake me up, the better… this is getting old really fast.” Well, she couldn’t expect anything to change just by standing still, so it was time to walk.

If there was any positive aspects about this entire scenario, she thought, maybe it’d inspire her to write a new song.

Date: 9 Sep 2023 19:47 (UTC)
phoenixwiz: (Default)
From: [personal profile] phoenixwiz
“Um alright then. I might as well add that in as a part of my to do list once we return back to Auradon soon. If we can find a way to get out of here that is.”

Caleb Widowgast | Critical Role | OTA

Date: 9 Sep 2023 21:05 (UTC)
born_in_flame: (Default)
From: [personal profile] born_in_flame
Caleb knew the theory behind dream sharing, you can't study the arcane and not come across the importance of dreams and visions no matter what school you chose. But as he woke up and saw a place he'd had never hoped to see again. The sanatorium was as dank and dark as he remembered and as he tried to move he could feel the chains weighting down his body.

His auburn hair hung in his face and his clothes were little but rags. This is a familiar dream for the wizard to have, so at the moment he is sitting in the small cell almost curled in on himself. He has no idea that someone might be in here with him. He's humming an odd little tune that sounds German, but isn't.

It isn't clear if Caleb is really there or not, he is just a ragged looking man, humming a sad little tune weighted down by chains and self doubt. Do you approach or leave him be?

Æn'kae | Star Trek OC | OTA

Date: 10 Sep 2023 00:07 (UTC)
under_the_raptors_wings: (Disco ball with shoulder pads)
From: [personal profile] under_the_raptors_wings
Things had been strange for a while. Æn'kae was used to that by this point. So seeing trees that did not belong on this world rising up from out of the ballroom with the epohhir did not particularly alarm him, nor did turning to realize one wall was now metal and contained the mural from his old ship, with the signs of so many hands on it, most recently his own. He put a hand on his hand print smeared in 4 colors and somehow when he pulled it away the color made it onto his hand, but he was too busy looking over the art from his friends to notice, from those lost to the Elements. It didn't alarm him, but it certainly hurt

He swallowed hard and turned away from the wall. The epohhir seemed to be exploring the trees but also he couldn't pick up any emotions or thought forms from the the little antennae'd rodents. Which was enough to cause concern. Either his ability had been muted again. Or they weren't really there. And he wasn't sure which. After chewing his lip he turned away, spotting the bar from the dining area beneath a large tree, violet sky visible where it rose up past the ceiling.

His appearance wasn't much changed. He might have been just a little shorter (assuming he wasn't slouching for once), he was certainly younger, but what would have taken him most aback if he were to see himself was the lack of ridges on his forehead. Every bit of scarring remained. The greatest divergence was the outfit he wore. It was a strange mix, certainly nothing anyone here had ever seen him wear. A Tal Shiar uniform all silver and black with much akin to armor and a reptilian bird of prey on the a harness over his chest. In contrast, draped over his shoulders was a sleeveless Vuhlkansu overrobe with embroidered text in a flowing script that looked more like art than words, especially to those unfamiliar with Vuhlkansu writing. While the uniform of Rihan origin held menace that went beyond appearance and to a gut feeling, the overrobe countered with a sense of calm rationality.

He turned at the sound of the door opening, not the one from in the ship, but the actual ballroom door. "Please tell me you're seeing this too?" He asked, rubbing at the back of his neck.

Date: 10 Sep 2023 05:57 (UTC)
missrecalled_npcs: (Merlin)
From: [personal profile] missrecalled_npcs
"Have you not figured out where we are yet my boy?" He said, waving a wand and from it sprung a small stool. He sat himself down on it.
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