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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: 30 Oct 2023 23:28 (UTC)no subject
Date: 31 Oct 2023 08:15 (UTC)[Ven hadn't meant for her to get thrown back like that, and he pauses, dismissing his weapon as he approaches to check on her. To make sure she was alright. That her hand was okay, that she hadn't gotten hurt rolling back like that. He's prepared to cure her if he needs to to help.]
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Date: 1 Nov 2023 04:41 (UTC)"If that is the case, you would do well with my people. They follow logic and do not have emotions either." That was not precisely accurate. They had them, but training to suppress emotions started young and had been happening long enough Vulcans had evolved physiological aspects that contributed to the block on them.
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Date: 3 Nov 2023 10:34 (UTC)[That was the main thing. It hadn't looked too bad, and they often have sustained minor injuries in the past from sparring together, but even so. He wanted to check and be sure she was alright. Once he assesses that, that she cures herself and seems to reassure him, he seems to relax a little more again.]
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Date: 3 Nov 2023 10:48 (UTC)no subject
Date: 4 Nov 2023 21:18 (UTC)[He instinctively returns the hug easily, before she teases him and he grins right back. Of course Ven is aware there would always be some difference between them. He hadn't been training for so long, is younger than they are. At least, they all assume. So it makes sense he might not quite be at the level of her or Terra, in taking the Mastery exam yet and all. He can tell she is just teasing, but it still has him summoning his Keyblade again to leap to strike again, aiming for her chest.]
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Date: 4 Nov 2023 22:28 (UTC)Instead of raising her Keyblade, she hit her gem for her armor. But her armor didn't cover her. Instead a shield in the colour and pattern of her armor appeared on her arm, going from her feet to just under her eyes.
She grinned, Keyblade in her other hand. "That the best you got?" she teased, wondering if Ven would want to ask about the shield first... or test himself against it. She was pretty sure she knew which it would be, but he'd surprised her before.
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Date: 7 Nov 2023 08:59 (UTC)[He replies to her teasing, her taunting. Ven just obviously isn't going all out with them just sparring like this together. He does pause when she hits the gem, as he sees the shield? A barrier? Seem to come up in front of her like that. He tentatively reaches out, with his hand rather than the Keyblade, to see if he could reach through. He isn't sure if he might manage to break through it with his Keyblade or not.]
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Date: 7 Nov 2023 09:40 (UTC)no subject
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Date: 8 Nov 2023 05:07 (UTC)"Looking out on it like this, it's hard to believe that there's anything wrong in all the worlds," he said quietly. "It's like... someone gathered up everything that was wonderful and nostalgic about a lazy summer evening, and put it all into one place. It feels more like home to me than my actual hometown does anymore, honestly. Well, the real one does, anyway."
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Date: 8 Nov 2023 06:22 (UTC)no subject
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Date: 8 Nov 2023 07:03 (UTC)The figure pushed off of the pole and did several flips and twists before landing neatly on her toes right in front of him. She was covered in sweat and breathing hard. Her hands were in leather fingerless gloves that were tight, but somehow not as tight as the rest of her high necked outfit that clung to her from ankle to wrist to almost her chin. The bottom of her feet were bruised and bleeding, and he could see what looked like a healing broken finger in how purpled one of her hands was under the gloves.
She bounced a bit on her toes absorbing the impact of the landing. "Tic," she said, then she bent herself all the way backwards, catching the floor in her hands. She pulled her feet up and moved backwards that way, her feet hitting the ground behind her. She picked up a remote from the small table that put her near and she used it to turn off the music and the flames started to slowly die, the gas cut off.
The silence was almost deafening after all that sound. She set the remote down and walked back to him more normally, wincing a bit as she caught a stone in a cut on one of her feet. Then she caught herself and swapped the wince for a Sora bright smile.
"Are you here to see the show?"
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Date: 10 Nov 2023 09:36 (UTC)[How did she figure that? Of course they already have their armour but this was different. This would help even more with defense. Maybe he and Terra could learn to do that too? He isn't of course sure how it works but if she could do it. There might be a chance? That he and Terra could as well?]
Could I learn this too?
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