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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.
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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: 16 Oct 2023 08:11 (UTC)[Ven can't help but to be excited at that. Given he had always been the younger, shorter of the three of them. It would feel nice to at least be able to catch up to the others. He isn't necessarily thinking on if he ends up taller than her. Just that he isn't always so obviously smaller, younger.]
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Date: 16 Oct 2023 09:10 (UTC)no subject
Date: 16 Oct 2023 23:43 (UTC)Sure, leave it to shiny visuals to catch the attention of someone who'd been unable to focus and think straight. At least it had ended well.
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Date: 16 Oct 2023 23:43 (UTC)no subject
Date: 17 Oct 2023 02:22 (UTC)Off through the forest she led them, the trees smallish close to her castle, but quickly growing in size as they went, showing their age in both individual height and girth, and in how many of them had grown together into one organism; it was not a mere handful that looked as though they had started out as several individual trees that were collaborating to form something bigger, something that looked distinctly older, their bark having smoothed together into a single surface despite their form suggesting multiple trunks leaning against one another, and roots following suit. Those were taller, as well, though size aside, they seemed not to be any different from the smaller ones. They still had the little black polished eyes on their trunks. Several had fruits, including those black spherical berries Mallia was so fond of, hanging from their branches, and even lowered them quite obviously, in a silent offer to the two as they drew nearer. The forest wasn't just alive, it was demonstrably aware... and friendly.
Absently, she reached up to one of the lowered branches, hand out... and a few of the big berries dropped right into her hand, prompting more of a smile from her. She gave the tree a nod in thanks, and put one in her mouth, offering the others to Rren.
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Date: 17 Oct 2023 07:14 (UTC)She paused, eyeing him again, unsure if she ought to finish that sentence how she almost had. Was he human, as his appearance suggested? She didn't know of any that could fly. But if this was a dream as it seemed.... hmm. Well, it was a puzzle, though not a huge one.
"Well... among those I was raised by...."
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Date: 17 Oct 2023 07:14 (UTC)"...Are you all right?"
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Date: 17 Oct 2023 07:14 (UTC)She took a breath, not quite sighing as she gestured, bringing her hands apart by sliding them around the edges of a sort of board she absolutely had not been holding just a moment ago. On it was a part of a map... of Auradon. Most of it was darkened and inked-looking, as though someone had quite literally sketched it out by hand with pen; the areas accessible to those on the mainland were colorful, even in three dimensions, in miniature, to help give a much clearer view of what was known so far for certain.
"Myself and a few others have found ourselves trapped here," she said, gesturing to the main bubble, the one that held the castle and school, "surrounded by a barrier of entangled objects. We're trying to get to here," and she pointed to a shape off to the side, the Isle, sans labels, "and so most are working to pull the mess apart to dig through, over here." She pointed to the edge of the barrier, where the efforts had been focused. "However, there was enough of a gap between items that we were able to climb through, once found, and that path turned into... well, an actual path." She frowned, indicating the little extension into the shopping plaza. "I've been working to try finding alternate routes rather than toiling away at creating a path that seems not to want to be created, but I've found precious little so far. Everything seems to resist being climbed over effectively, at the edges, though that may just be me... and I've never been skilled at flight. ...I don't suppose you've any notions of things to try, or other ways to perhaps approach this?"
No, she really had no clue that she was talking to someone currently on the Isle about how to get to them.
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Date: 17 Oct 2023 07:14 (UTC)no subject
Date: 17 Oct 2023 07:14 (UTC)"My name is Mallia," she said softly, staying crouched right where she was, "and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you...."
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Date: 17 Oct 2023 07:16 (UTC)no subject
Date: 17 Oct 2023 08:33 (UTC)He rolled them in his hand, considering a moment before adding... "That sounds like there is a story there, need to talk? Even if the story is corny, I'm all ears."
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Date: 17 Oct 2023 08:37 (UTC)Hope squawked, sounding half mocking, half smug.
The hawk blinked several times, then looked at Mallia. "Are you sure...?" she sounded so doubtful.
Hope Squawked again, absolutely smug this time.
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Date: 17 Oct 2023 08:41 (UTC)no subject
Date: 17 Oct 2023 08:45 (UTC)"Moko is my first best friend ever! She shares the same curse as me, and she works very very hard! And she trusted me with a secret even her family doesn't know! And she and Hio are a lot of fun to spend time with, though I don't think she realizes how Hio sees her. It's really cute! And she's cool and perfect at everything she tries!" Yes, she was gushing now, glitter and sparkle surrounding her. "She can memorize a whole script in less than five minutes and play any role, and she saved me at the Momiji audition, and she's amazing and brilliant and one of the best actresses of all time! And she stamped my book after the Curara audition and everything!"
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Date: 17 Oct 2023 20:47 (UTC)So, there, have confirmation that she's not? Her features aren't just dreamscape-self stylization....