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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: 29 Sep 2023 10:31 (UTC)no subject
Date: 29 Sep 2023 10:41 (UTC)no subject
Date: 29 Sep 2023 22:26 (UTC)"So, for whatever reason, I'm stuck in a villain rehabilitation center? Cute." What a pain. "And since you haven't told me a way to get back to where I belong, my next guess is you don't know of one." Not that she blamed Mal for it. "Which means I'm trapped here until who knows when..."
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Date: 29 Sep 2023 22:34 (UTC)STOMP.
"Listen, mister high and mighty. I can stand all these puns that come out of a little kid's jokebook."
STOMP.
"And I've dealt with shorter heroes with better looks preaching to me about right and wrong way."
STOMP.
"And I can even handle all this weird kidnapping-dream-whatever-nonsense is going on."
STOMP. And now she was right in his face.
"But nobody... NOBODY gets to say I have zero talent without listening to me once! NOW HAND OVER THAT MIKE!"
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Date: 30 Sep 2023 00:30 (UTC)She didn't need to already know who this was, to be worried at an impact like that, or the clearly far less than favorable results of it!
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Date: 30 Sep 2023 00:30 (UTC)Kyoko seemed busy; she'd simply wait and take things in in the meanwhile. What an odd place this was.... Not that she knew much what to compare it to, but still....
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Date: 30 Sep 2023 00:30 (UTC)Why not? This could be fun, right?
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Date: 30 Sep 2023 00:30 (UTC)Meanwhile, the lady's voice got clearer as she stepped out the doors with the other goblin that'd been heard. She was following them out, amused as they paused to look around and then headed for the trio, whatever their upset had been now forgotten with this new distraction. "Oh, what's this?"
"Jenno!" The goblin currently crouched down to interact with them looked back up at her, as if saying that cleared anything up.
"Yes, I can see that you're being gentle. Thank you, that's very good of you." Mallia stepped over, watching with some amusement as the second goblin crouched down near Hope, slowing down in how it moved as it did, and stuck a hand out, making little kissy-sounds. "Looks like you've found some new friends...?" And then she crouched down as well, not even hesitating to join them, though it would logically mean that her skirt's lower front would be covered in dirt by the time she got back up. Or at least, it would if everything were as it seemed....
Well, she was here now, and she was clearly not the same species as these two smaller creatures. But she was speaking perfectly intelligibly... maybe it was worth questioning her?
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Date: 30 Sep 2023 00:30 (UTC)"What in the world...?" She eyed the instrument, and Greg, not sure where to even begin with this.
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Date: 30 Sep 2023 00:32 (UTC)no subject
Date: 30 Sep 2023 00:34 (UTC)no subject
Date: 30 Sep 2023 00:40 (UTC)Yes, she said hall. And Dalmatians.
Also Morgana wasn't the only one with crossed arms now.
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Date: 30 Sep 2023 00:42 (UTC)no subject
Date: 30 Sep 2023 00:47 (UTC)"The only thing I know for certain is that this is a dream - as I've had experience in dream-walking." A one-armed shrug, no biggie. "Robbery attempt, long story. And that time, the only way to wake up was by finding the doorway out, which wasn't easy as the man behind the plan could hide it wherever he pleased... Or by waking up. Which hopefully the rest of my band will do if I'm out long enough... They can't very well do a gig without me."
Or could they? Best not to think about it.
"Until then, or we find yet another option, it appears this duet is going to take a while... we might as well introduce ourselves, unless 'hey you' is your preferred nickname."
A hint of a playful smirk. If she had to be stuck here, at least the company was pleasant.
"Morgana McCawber - lead vocalist, guitarist, and song-writer for Morgana And The Ghoulies." She was positive Mal had never heard of her, but it never hurt to spread out the brand.
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Date: 30 Sep 2023 00:55 (UTC)no subject
Date: 30 Sep 2023 00:58 (UTC)no subject
Date: 30 Sep 2023 00:59 (UTC)no subject
Date: 30 Sep 2023 01:03 (UTC)Kaylin, however went from trying to figure out how to save the child from Hope to being so glad there was an adult present. Even if the adult did look vaguely Barranian. To be safe, Kaylin slid into High Barrani. "I am thankful that you are here. My companion is..." Of ocean wall it. She slid back into Elantran. "Look it would be bad if Hope bit or breathed on the children and I can't ocean walled stop him at this ocean walled size. Ocean wall it all!"
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Date: 30 Sep 2023 01:12 (UTC)no subject
Date: 30 Sep 2023 01:22 (UTC)no subject
Date: 30 Sep 2023 06:25 (UTC)He grinned at her then. "I'm Cal Kestis, by the way. It's nice to meet you."
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Date: 30 Sep 2023 07:03 (UTC)"This is a shared dream. Not... whatever you think it is."
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Date: 30 Sep 2023 07:24 (UTC)He could go back to broaching the idea that he wasn't whatever species the stranger thought he was later. And in fact, he wanted to. Not because the stranger needed to understand. This was a dreamscape, the stranger might well wake up later and forget all of this. He wanted to make it understood so that he could learn about this species. If there was another group of vulcanoids in the galaxy, he wanted to find them.
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Date: 30 Sep 2023 07:31 (UTC)no subject
Date: 30 Sep 2023 07:40 (UTC)A pause and a flicker of code. "I could not even try to guess. I mean ah, for every species I encounter there are at least a dozen I never will. Between my reality and all the alternate realities out there." As they spoke images flashed around them like holograms of any number of very different species, everything from Horta to Romulans, to a straight up nebula that gave an impression of having an entity within.