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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: 13 Sep 2023 20:00 (UTC)“Um, hello. Is anyone out there? I can’t just be the only one stranded in this place today.”
Hermes | Final Fantasy XIV | OTA
Date: 13 Sep 2023 21:15 (UTC)Next to a rather art-deco looking building, there was a pool of clear water under a covered pavilion in which a small number of hand-sized axolotyl-like creatures were swimming. And sitting at the edge of the pool, watching the creatures peacefully swimming about, was a being. Overall, the being was humanoid, clad in a dark, hooded robe and birdlike half-mask that made their features hard to discern. And in this place, it's even harder, as even the visible parts of the being's face are blurred and indistinct. They seemed harmless enough though, and almost unconcerned with the strangeness of the situation. Maybe you should go and say hello?
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Date: 13 Sep 2023 21:28 (UTC)"But, alas, the life of an indie celebrity is not fraught with riches. So until I can get the cash, this is where I crash."
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Date: 14 Sep 2023 03:04 (UTC)no subject
Date: 14 Sep 2023 03:21 (UTC)Honestly, he wasn't even surprised he hadn't contributed to the memories, she definitely had the greater force of personality.
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Date: 14 Sep 2023 08:18 (UTC)no subject
Date: 14 Sep 2023 08:44 (UTC)[Ven of course wasn't exactly conscious for the whole situation. The whole fight at the Graveyard, with Eraqus. So of course he is unaware of what happened. What went down at the end exactly. He isn't sure if she knows either but he has to ask. He isn't sure what she might remember, or exactly what this all means but. Even so. Ven is trying to get his bearings and at least ensure she and Terra were alright.]
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Date: 14 Sep 2023 09:01 (UTC)/slides in birb
Date: 14 Sep 2023 09:20 (UTC)This place works differently than how she works with dynamis and aether but perhaps the selfsame principle of shaping reality and dreams as she sees fit. A field of flowers with their ethereal glow of hope, the way she remembers the flower fields in Elpis and a night sky of stars. That's the scene she woke up to. But there are people here, beings pulled from their worlds. While she can tap their thoughts, feelings, and she could interact with them for information of this star as she investigated and see different landscapes and environment, a garden here, a forest there, shaped by the other dreamers perhaps? She need to investigate the land and its people more.
In a glow of light, she took form of a blue bird and took flight, glancing her surroundings from a bird's eye view. This star seem to be stable. By her nature, becoming more curious she flew onward.
It was then she flew into another dream, a familiar landscape of gardens and flowers, the familiar glowing crystral, the butterflies, that reminds her of home. Seeing and recognizing the tall hooded robe figure and birdlike mask, the same fashion that everyone wears in Ascian society, perhaps she could ask him for information.
The blue bird hovered before him and in a glow of light, transformed into a short, blue-haired girl with feathered avian wings on the side of her head, a blue dress with long blue tail feathers, and clearly, not wearing shoes for she possessed a pair of bird talon like legs for feet.
"Hello? Can you hear me?" She didn't recognize him as her master and being his familiar, not with the mask on. "I hope you're not alarmed. I only wish to know if you may know something about this world if you could be kind to share."
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Date: 14 Sep 2023 10:05 (UTC)Birb! :D
Date: 14 Sep 2023 18:11 (UTC)Birb! :3
Date: 14 Sep 2023 18:46 (UTC)"H-Hermes...!" Suddenly she was overwhelmed with a thousand years' worth of guilt. Sapphire blue eyes watered and unable to contain herself, she rushed toward to him, small arms open wide for a hug as she sobs and sniffles on his black robe.
She misses him terribly. It's hard to describe this feeling. She was used to the cold, vast emptiness of space, it's stars and the dynamis of despair. Was it joy?
Once she is able to relax and calm down after a few moments, not letting go of him. "Your presence is a joy." She said. She could help him later figuring out dreamscape.
Meteion | Final Fantasy XIV | ota
Date: 14 Sep 2023 19:35 (UTC)I. Meteion's dream garden
It was a long sleep. From having lived a thousand years, searching countless of stars for signs of life and civilizations in eternal space in her quest to find the answer for her Master's question, to the End of the Universe where the Warrior of Light freed her from the exhausting prison of despair and guilt, she woke up in this world with a light heart.
This place works differently than how she works with dynamis and aether but perhaps the selfsame principle of shaping reality and dreams as she sees fit. A field of flowers with their ethereal glow of hope, the way she remembers the flower fields in Elpis and a night sky of stars inside a cozy abode made in Ascian architect.
That's the scene she woke up to. But there are people here, beings pulled from their worlds. While she can tap into their thoughts, feelings, and she could interact with them for information of this star as she investigated and see different landscapes and environment, a garden here, a forest there, shaped by the other dreamers perhaps? She need to investigate the land and its people more.
In a glow of light, she took form of a blue bird and took flight, glancing her surroundings from a bird's eye view. This star seem to be stable. By her nature, becoming more curious she flew onward to explore.
II. Meteion make contact
After her joyful reunion with Hermes, her Master, she continues to venture forth to gather information, curious she is, and perhaps make friends. Perhaps a blue bird flew into your dreamscape, into your home, and there's a convenient window or door open and she flew in.
Whatever you're doing now, she flies around you, scoping out and investigating your cozy home and its environment, curious and wondering what kind of world you're from and she would very much would like to hear your story and your world.
"Greetings." The blue bird spoke as she finds a safe place to perch, speaking in a friendly voice, kind and warm. "Can you hear me? Please don't be alarmed. I'm not here to harm you. I just wish to know your dreams, your thoughts, and your feelings." For science and intellectual curiousity. "I would like to be your friend."
You're not imagining things. The blue birb can talk as if it's ordinary.
III. Wildcard
[Feel free to write your own starter and let's make adventures!]
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Date: 14 Sep 2023 21:22 (UTC)Now now. Let's be rational here. What are the odds he's talking about "him" or "him"? After all, she was very tall compared to most duck men, so that could mean anyone.
... Spoke much less clearly, though... could that be Drake's adorable stammering? Or Darkwing's need for purple prose?
Morgana cleared her throat, trying to still give off her "I don't care about anything" demeanor. "Is that right... What was he like? ... Might as well have a bit of conversation to fill up this silent city."
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Date: 14 Sep 2023 22:47 (UTC)no subject
Date: 15 Sep 2023 00:00 (UTC)With his words, she finds that assuring. If only she can overcome her fear of bringing him the truth.
"My sisters returned." Or rather most of them were vanquished by the Warrior of Light so that only she remained. "We...I have much to tell you with our report. It's a long tale to tell so only if you have time."
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Date: 15 Sep 2023 01:17 (UTC)And even had this been reality, her tone and the fact that she'd approached him as she had would have likely given him pause. Still, he saw no reason to refuse her; this was what she'd been made for after all. "I suspect that in this place we effectively have all the time in the world," he said. "So please, go ahead with your report, and I will listen to it all."
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Date: 15 Sep 2023 09:03 (UTC)Foulques straightened back to his full height, glaring daggers at the woman. "Are you mad?!", he half shouted. "You're like to set the whole forest ablaze and draw the ire of every beast for malms around, you swifting imbecile! I'll not lead you anywhere!" In fact he was backing away rather quickly so as not to get caught up in the battle she'd incited with the Treants and Ziz. Normally he could slay either with little trouble, but he was currently weaponless and misliked his chances without a spear in hand.
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Date: 15 Sep 2023 09:18 (UTC)no subject
Date: 15 Sep 2023 09:28 (UTC)Nita Callahan...? | Young wizards + CRAU | Voidsickness in its inevitable conclusion.
Date: 15 Sep 2023 11:56 (UTC)Only destruction. In whatever ways her power had not been limited by this place, let alone Jordan's dreaming, objects would dissolve, crack, or turn into multicolored mass simply by being near her. Using empathy or related powers near her was... unwise.
And her mind? Well, unfortunately, it was almost totally gone by this point. Trying to reason with her, or plead with her, was not going to cut it.
For those who simply wished to confront her, however - good luck. You'll need it.
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Date: 15 Sep 2023 14:09 (UTC)He shrugged and then chewed his lip a moment before continuing. "He was mostly... very angry, but also really loyal to his friends? I uh, I didn't exactly get to know him or anyone from his group very well though."
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Date: 15 Sep 2023 21:30 (UTC)Very angry, really loyal, surrounded by a group... Between the two men she adored, it sounded more like Darkwing. She began to play with her hair a little, trying not to smile and failing. Sure, the odds were low, but why not play the game and take a chance?
"I see, I see... the type that somehow always manages to find trouble? But still manages to come out on top?"
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Date: 15 Sep 2023 22:38 (UTC)[Terra leaving was what had started everything. That Ven had followed after. Aqua too. So of course they weren't going to leave Terra. At least, not if they could help it. After everything they had been through. Ven has no intention of being separated from his friends. He closes one eye briefly as she ruffles his hair, a small pout at his lower lip.]
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Date: 15 Sep 2023 23:51 (UTC)