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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: 11 Sep 2023 16:55 (UTC)She gave a few tugs on the chains... no dice. She clicked her tongue to her cheek in disappointment - but she wasn't going to blame him. He may not have been wearing chains, but he was as much a prisoner as she was in this place. "Then we might as well get walking. Change rarely happens when you stay still."
Play it cool. Play it calm. Everything was fine.
"Morgana. Morgana McCawber." She introduced herself as she began to walk, expecting him to follow. "I'd ask you what was going on, but judging by that look on your face, you're just as lost as I am in every definition of the word. I don't suppose you've seen a speckle-faced, maniacal imp floating around, have you?"
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Date: 11 Sep 2023 17:00 (UTC)Why did this make them think of Mallia? They tilted their head ever so faintly, the code swirling about them as they stood there processing. And then it occurred to them. Because of the roses! That was why. "Mallia?" They shifted entirely to code again, the light dancing the rest of the distance to the castle before materializing back. And then they heard the singing. They could have ventured through the castle, but they were anxious to see a familiar face, so the light and code flitted in a straight line up the tower.
When they materialized again, it was sitting on what there was of the windowsill. The light and code shifted behind the yellow of their eyes, adding a faint glow. "Mallia. I'm so glad to see you!" Somehow it was easier to express emotions like this, they felt less drive to fight it than they did in a human form. Perhaps because it was obvious they weren't human even while expressing emotions so it didn't feel like they were pretending to be something they weren't? Like they were betraying who they were?
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Date: 11 Sep 2023 20:37 (UTC)no subject
Date: 11 Sep 2023 20:42 (UTC)As predicted, the ground was changing underneath their very foot - soft grass turned into creaky wooden floors just like the house they left behind. Morgana was doing all in her power to ignore it, keeping her head level and not even bothering to look down.
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Date: 11 Sep 2023 22:59 (UTC)He wondered if he could deliberately call up some of his own memories to influence the space here? He hadn't tried it yet, but if it could be done subconsciously, nothing seemed to say it was impossible. And it's not like anything he'd seen here yet from his own head had been dangerous. He supposed it was possible that could change, but...
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Date: 11 Sep 2023 23:04 (UTC)"The only thing I can be sure of on my end is that it must be a dream... and if that's the case, hopefully it's a simple matter of waking us up. If things finally go my way, I'll be gone from this place in a matter of minutes and just be back in my coffin."
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"Bed. Back in my bed."
Yes, she slept in a bed, like a normal mortal, she definitely didn't sleep in a coffin like some sort of vampire hybrid, no sir!
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Date: 11 Sep 2023 23:52 (UTC)The word coffin did not quite translate, but he was entirely certain that whatever it meant, bed was not accurate, and whatever it was, it was something she didn't want to admit. And while he didn't plan to pry, he did raise an eyebrow pointedly at her. Hey, if she was going to get better at lying, she should at least know when she'd been caught. And who better to offer this service than a Rihanha.
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Date: 12 Sep 2023 00:11 (UTC)"Maybe there was some connection to what we were doing before we slept," Morgana said quickly in a desperate attempt to change the subject. "I was working on a new song before I called it quits for the day. You?"
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Date: 12 Sep 2023 00:31 (UTC)He shifted mannerisms back to normal, chewing at his lip. "I was taking care of some," Epohhir? Pets? A magically materialized invasive species? "Rescued wildlife." That seemed like it would need the least context to make it make sense.
"I didn't actually call it quits though. One moment I was taking care of them and the next," He could no longer sense them, indicating that no matter what he saw they were no longer actually there? "The room started picking up aspects from a couple other places. So uh... I must have fallen asleep on my feet." Oh waking up was going to hurt later.
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Date: 12 Sep 2023 00:41 (UTC)However... what he was saying made little sense - enough so that, despite the floor now forcing them to walk up stairs, her eyes were solely on him. "Hang on. Asleep on your feet? I know what it's like to work for hours on end, but that kind of thing rarely happens. Something way more serious is going on."
He didn't mention feeling itchy or drowsy, so maybe there was no sleep sand involved, which meant no Nodoff... and something much more powerful than him was behind this. Ughhh. What did she do to deserve this?
... Probably best not to think about that answer.
"Either we're here on purpose, or the mistake behind this is WAY bigger than either of us could imagine."
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Date: 12 Sep 2023 01:11 (UTC)"One day I just kind of... ended up where I am now due to a spell gone wrong on this end." He chewed at his lip as he considered. "I don't know what else we can do but keep looking around. If there are others from the place I am now, one of them may have answers. If it's just me... well uh... no idea." Honestly, would even that surprise him?
Now came the question, did the stairs heading upwards mean they were headed to a more dangerous spot from Morgana's memories? If so, should he try to intervene? Or in so doing would he risk pulling one of the dangerous spots from his own memories? Last thing he wanted was to change these rather questionable stairs to a Tal Shiar cell, thank you very much.
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Date: 12 Sep 2023 01:15 (UTC)no subject
Date: 12 Sep 2023 01:24 (UTC)Speaking of things that were meant to be locked away, apparently her memories weren't. They had reached a door with no way to walk around it - no other hallways, and the stairs vanishing behind them. Morgana let out a long groan of annoyance. "Fiiine. But if I see my old man, I'm running right back around and I don't care what happens."
Fortunately, the chains around her ankles were at least long enough for her to be overly dramatic when she wanted to be - which was why she kicked the door open instead of tuning the golden knob.
Inside was the bedroom of a pampered, spoiled princess... that had been ripped to shreds. Fluffy pink pillows were torn apart, a pink rug was now upside down and covered in tears and cobwebs, tattered books were falling off a fallen over bookcase... The walls were adorned with faded posters of Rock Stars - not that her guest would know who any of them were. A pile of scribbled journals full of song lyrics lay in one corner, a broken cage for her familiars in another. All the while, rock music was absolutely blasting from a radio that had seen better days with buttons falling off.
"If we're following the rules of memories, then the only way to leave this place is to leave the way I did in the real world... out the window."
From a room which was several stories up.
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Date: 12 Sep 2023 01:44 (UTC)no subject
Date: 12 Sep 2023 01:47 (UTC)But familiar or not, she wasn't about to leave him there. A small gesture, and the lock on the cell door opened, allowing her to step inside. And if the sound of the door opening didn't get the man's attention, her greeting almost certainly would. "Hello there," she said.
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Date: 12 Sep 2023 02:08 (UTC)When he recovered enough to lower his hands he took in the tattered affair that was her bedroom. Once again, he was curious, but not enough to ask. It wasn't like she'd wanted a stranger getting glimpses into her personal life.
He went over to look out the window, visibly tense, though more from the music than the drop. "Well uh, I think I'll be okay, but will you with those chains?" He'd help however he could. But he suspected this came down to whether or not she felt she'd be okay.
Cal Kestis | Star Wars JS | OTA
Date: 12 Sep 2023 03:17 (UTC)Cal looked very little different from normal, a young man with red hair scruff, freckles, and a ready smile. He wore attire that would almost seem more in place on a smuggler than a Jedi and had the Scrapper tattoo on his arm. He had his blaster in holstered on one hip and light-saber on the other. One blade of the saber remained lit even holstered, though it didn't burn him or anything it touched while like this. It cast an exaggerated blue light up on Cal's features from below, elongated shadows in a strange way. But occasionally the kyber crystal seemed to almost bleed, swirls of red entering the light, but never dominating.
The whispers around him coalesced to form the interior of a ship. Behind him stood a holographic table with a map of various worlds, and in front of him was a curved bench and a table, with an instrument leaning against the side. Further still sat a long table and a small cooking area. To the side sat either a shelf with items, or a terrarium. It seemed to sit between the two. And to his right the door opened out to a settlement with a star destroyer visible in the sky above, but at second glass it was a quiet world the sky full of swirling lights.
He didn't exit to either, but instead picked up the instrument on the bench and played a simple tune. One he'd learned through telemetry what seemed like a lifetime ago. Cere had taken this with her when she'd left and he hadn't seen it in so long, and it felt right to play it now.
As he played, a scene came visible, and if anyone wandered in, they would see him playing the instrument, but also whispers of a slightly younger version of him in a poncho, Merrin, a young Nightsister with grey skin and white hair in red and black, Cere, a human woman with dark skin and very short hair in tight curls, Greeze, an older Latero with fur tufts from the side of his face like mutton chops and four arms and BeeDee, a hyper little droid bouncing about. The group was arguing good naturedly, Greeze trying to shoo Beedee off the table, and Cal lifting his plate of food so he could keep eating while his droid friend took flight and blew raspberries at the Latero.
With the last note he played the scene, the entire ship, faded from view. It left behind a strangely blank landscape and the looming threat of the empire overhead in the form of the slightly translucent star destroyer. Cal shook his head, looking to his shoulder out of habit. "Well BeeDee, this would be a lot more fun with you with me." But it seemed the little droid was not an active part of his dream, so he ventured out into the unknown, searching for other Dreamers.
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Date: 12 Sep 2023 04:55 (UTC)The gray skinned man seemed far less interested in computers than he did in the still holograms of the people present though. "What is this?", he said, examining one of them. "Some manner of shade? Or simply another of this place's tricks?" He reached out, attempting to touch the unmoving man before him to see if he would prove solid or not. He hadn't yet noticed that he wasn't alone in this new area.
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Date: 12 Sep 2023 07:19 (UTC)no subject
Date: 12 Sep 2023 07:36 (UTC)"Ocean wall it..."
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Date: 12 Sep 2023 07:39 (UTC)no subject
Date: 12 Sep 2023 07:42 (UTC)no subject
Date: 12 Sep 2023 09:25 (UTC)"They do. And you'll meet Lea and Xion. They're good friends. In some timelines we didn't meet them until well after whenever you are from."
After all, he hadn't been panicked or very relieved to see her. So probably before her exam all together. Or maybe he was from a reality without Xehanort turning to the Darkness. That... would be wonderful for them.
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Date: 12 Sep 2023 09:39 (UTC)"I'll live." She replied without giving a real answer. "And who knows? Maybe the force will wake me up."
In a funny way, this was also reminiscent of the past - when she had desperately jimmied the window open in a desperate attempt to run away, she hadn't cared how she landed either, as long as she got out of there.
She headed for the window, beginning to slide it open. "Just like back then... I've got my guitar on my back, a need to get out, and I'm not doing it alone." Although she had her familiars instead of... whatever this guy was. "So this is right in line with my memories."
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Date: 12 Sep 2023 09:40 (UTC)[Ven isn't sure. But he had been chasing after Terra all this time since first leaving the Land of Departure. Both he and Aqua had been. But she had seemed so relieved to see him that he might be wondering if she had been alone. Or at least, alone without he and Terra at least. He closes one eye as she ruffles his hair, but doesn't otherwise seem to protest, used to it as he is from her after all this time.]