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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: 10 Sep 2023 06:35 (UTC)“Um, no. I wasn’t able to figure out where are we currently. Sorry about it, I’m just too stunned by this situation we’re all in.”
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Date: 10 Sep 2023 07:54 (UTC)[He returns the hug as she embraces him again, before sitting with her, dismissing his Keyblade since she says nothing has seemed dangerous that they were probably safe for now. Since she says about sitting and all, they evidently seem fine at the least for the time being, anyway.]
So....tell me, then.
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Date: 10 Sep 2023 07:56 (UTC)no subject
Date: 10 Sep 2023 08:08 (UTC)"There are more ways to travel than those we learned in our training, Ven. But in some cases it is not we who choose to go to those worlds, but those worlds who choose us. We are drawn there in a way that does not open those worlds to Darkness. But we cannot choose to leave and when we leave, we cannot return. These are hub worlds, and they can draw us from not just other worlds but also other times and other realities. For example, in your timeline, have you yet met Lea or Xion?"
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Date: 10 Sep 2023 08:37 (UTC)Think, think, think, think… He has brought out his own wand from his jacket pocket, and with a swift flick of the wrist, caused a light wind breeze to swirl above his head.
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Date: 10 Sep 2023 12:24 (UTC)Kaylin Neya | Elantra | CW: Potentially all | OTA
Date: 10 Sep 2023 12:41 (UTC)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...
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Date: 10 Sep 2023 15:44 (UTC)A Haunted House
Date: 11 Sep 2023 00:26 (UTC)The young vulcanoid was relatively tall, with scarring covering much of his body and unkempt curly hair on the top of his head, the sides shaved down. He wore an armor-like uniform all silver and black with a reptilian bird of prey on the a harness over his chest. In a way that went beyond the physical it had a feeling of menace, his own feelings on the thing imparted to it. In contrast, draped over his shoulders was a sleeveless overrobe with a flowing embroidery pattern and this seemed to almost push back the sense from the uniform. He seemed to more closely align with the latter clothing item. There wasn't much menacing in how he carried himself.
He did not have the context to know that the haunted house was a creepy stereotype. Though it certainly seemed dilapidated. He raised an eyebrow at the setting and then he spotted the being there. Was this her memory? Likely. Between that and the chains he was concerned. He rushed forward, really hoping the ground wouldn't change mid-step and cause him to fall. ... ... again.
"Umm. Jolan'tru?" He hesitated after the greeting. What could he do? Offer to help? He was just as trapped as she was in this place. But. He wasn't chained up, and maybe that he could help. "Would uh... I can see if I can get those off if you'd like." She didn't know him, she had no reason to trust him, but it didn't hurt to offer.
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Date: 11 Sep 2023 00:32 (UTC)"Be my guest," She replied with a cool and calm demeanor - trying to pretend she wasn't the least bit bothered by anything going on. "But I wouldn't recommend getting any closer to that house... unless it's our only way out of this. And even then I'd rather be stuck here than stuck there." She couldn't help but let a few drops of bitterness pass in her voice - even if it would do nothing but make the other party curious.
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Date: 11 Sep 2023 01:40 (UTC)By appearances he seemed a standard enough humanoid and Skisan picked up no signs of a mental presence against to indicate he was a telepath. So, logically, a shared mental state might be entirely foreign to him, but he also did not know his life experience. All of this meant Skisan should likely handle the matter delicately and see what he could learn. "Hello. I hope I am not intruding?" he asked, folding his hands behind his back as he stepped into the campsite.
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Date: 11 Sep 2023 01:52 (UTC)He glanced back over his shoulder at the very questionable looking structure. "I will take your word on that, the ground here changes enough already. I uh... I wouldn't want to add something that looks that unstable to it." He noted, but brushed over the bitterness. If she wanted to share, she would. It was not in Rihan nature to pry.
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Date: 11 Sep 2023 02:07 (UTC)And only then did he approach, not coming to close, but making it clear he was there. He knelt, robes folding gracefully beneath him as he did. "Hello." He did not say more, not yet, mostly seeking to break the man out of despair enough to converse and perhaps assist in undoing the cell.
Leia Organa | Star Wars (CRAU Wake + Voidtrekers) | OTA
Date: 11 Sep 2023 02:13 (UTC)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.
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Date: 11 Sep 2023 02:26 (UTC)no subject
Date: 11 Sep 2023 02:35 (UTC)no subject
Date: 11 Sep 2023 02:43 (UTC)For a few moments the man doesn't answer, but then there is a twitch and the head lifts, letting the curtain of hair fall back a bit, showing the man in front of him a pair of bright blue eyes.. "Hallo," he rasps in an accent that sounds German but is odd sounding. "What are you doing here....no one is supposed to be visiting me?" The tone is curious but wary as he asks.
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Date: 11 Sep 2023 02:45 (UTC)no subject
Date: 11 Sep 2023 03:27 (UTC)"If this were a physical cell rather than a memory, I do not doubt this would be true." Skisan's voice remained even and smooth, not entirely toneless, but rather, grounded. He offered the faintest of smiles, a very deliberate allowance of emotions for the benefit of beings who relied on them. "However, as I am generally incapable of walking through walls, it seems likely that this is not a physical cell."
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Date: 11 Sep 2023 05:41 (UTC)He was brought out of his musings by someone arriving at the campsite. He looked to be of the same race as Æn'kae, if Sylv was any judge, though beyond that, the man was a stranger. "Of course not, darling," he said. "The more the merrier. I'm not really sure what sort of place this is, but this part at least seems safe enough, so you're welcome to sit by the fire a bit if you like."
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Date: 11 Sep 2023 10:00 (UTC)[The names don't seem familiar to him. Or at least. Not yet. But it might be harder to tell on when exactly in the timeline he is given he's always appeared around this age since Aqua knew him and he hasn't aged at all while asleep as she had left to help Terra and all.]
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Date: 11 Sep 2023 10:34 (UTC)no subject
Date: 11 Sep 2023 11:21 (UTC)He focused back on the chain and gave one attempt to get it to budge, he probably could have tried harder, but he didn't exactly want to slip and hurt her. And then he released them and took a step back. "Maybe the chains will fade when you walk as well?" Worth a shot as he didn't see that he'd have luck even with more effort.
Aaand introductions. Things kept coming up where he forgot that when meeting people. "I uh, I'm Æn'kae, by the way."
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Date: 11 Sep 2023 14:24 (UTC)He glanced around for a moment more. "It would seem that this place is as safe or dangerous as what each person brings to it." And on that note, it was fortunate this place only seemed to pull from three memories of his and none of the people from said memories.
Rren | Star Trek OC |OTA
Date: 11 Sep 2023 16:21 (UTC)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?