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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.
Re: Rren | Star Trek OC |OTA
Date: 16 Sep 2023 11:08 (UTC)Re: Cal Kestis | Star Wars JS | OTA
Date: 16 Sep 2023 11:23 (UTC)She looked like a fairly normal human woman in light armor, except for the ring of dice floating around her midsection.
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Date: 16 Sep 2023 11:38 (UTC)"It is! Or it was. It's been rather the worse for wear for a while, but a friend and I rebuilt it just a bit ago. I've yet to remake what was in it, but... I'm enjoying the glimpse into what had been." She didn't sound entirely upset about it, though. Resigned, perhaps? She certainly hadn't lost her smile. This wasn't so much a tease to her, as it was a chance to revisit it despite events, and she appreciated it for that.
"Would you like to see around a bit?" She gestured in further, in clear invitation.
That uppermost room was apparently some kind of observatory -- visible now from the inside, the roof wasn't actually as opaque as it might have seemed. Rather than being done all in stone or wooden shingles or any other such common thing, it was finished with stained glass coming up to a point in the center, up over the few rafters, curtains that could've formed a canopy tied aside instead, to allow the sun through. There weren't any lamps on inside at all, the hints of shifting hues caused not by simple refraction through clear glass, but by a myriad of small panes fitted together, overlapping to somehow result in near white by the time it reached the floor.
There was a large table present, with papers spread out over it, and ink and quill. Someone had been noting down star positions... and it was further explained by a large telescope of some sort that sat just inside the door to the balcony, off to one side, out of immediate sight. A pile of books were sitting on the table as well, and pots of plants sat near the other huge window-like doors of the room, and hung in pots from the rafters as well, their tendrils hanging low, covered in little flowers.
It was a beautiful room, really. And offset from the center, there looked to be a stairway down, a thin, decorative wooden railing mostly enclosing the recess in the hole where it went down, more flowering plants taking advantage of its presence to use it as a trellis, decorating it as well.
"You'd be quite welcome to...."
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Date: 16 Sep 2023 11:41 (UTC)Hopefully this can counteract the many bad visions and nightmares he had back home. He doesn’t get to have very nice dreams for most of his life, so perhaps lucid dreaming could be the key to that.
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Date: 16 Sep 2023 11:50 (UTC)He then turns to find nothing(?) or something that is rendered as invisible (but without any use of an invisibility cloak), however he does see the sunset glow shining down on her translucent head.
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Date: 16 Sep 2023 11:58 (UTC)Sarah | Mann Shorts | OTA |CW: she... metagames and thinks this is all a D&D VR session...
Date: 16 Sep 2023 12:01 (UTC)"Wow, when you said VR edition, you weren't kidding...." she said, seemingly to someone... who wasn't there. "Wonder what I can do..." she asked as she grew about two feet taller and more muscular. Armor appeared on her, fantasy armor but not the kind usually on female characters, something that looked like it might actually work as armor. A red lightsaber appeared in one hand, and a trek phaser in the other.
"Alright, looks like I can manifest. This... is going to be fun. I minmaxed to the max."
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Date: 16 Sep 2023 12:05 (UTC)no subject
Date: 16 Sep 2023 12:10 (UTC)no subject
Date: 16 Sep 2023 12:11 (UTC)no subject
Date: 16 Sep 2023 12:34 (UTC)(Why does a beak have teeth? Because cartoon.)
"Be my guest." She replied, offering her wrists forward. "Give me my freedom, and I'll grant your a wish of an epic jam session together."
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Date: 16 Sep 2023 12:38 (UTC)"So far the only power I believe you have is an unstoppable mouth. If you want me to agree to anything, prove it by setting me free. Otherwise, this conversation is deader than disco."
Re: Lea OTA
Date: 16 Sep 2023 12:44 (UTC)The hall was the one wall and at the corner just enough of another wall to hold what looked like a sign up sheet with a magnetic plate with what was probably a name stuck to it next to a door frame. Only half the frame existed, and there was no door at all.
The hall, what there was of it, was silent except for any noise that Lea made, and whatever was beyond the door was obscured in darkness. Or maybe Darkness. Hard to tell from this side.
Should he step through he would be ASSAULTED by noise. Sound. Like 3 different soundtracks playing at the same time, with no intentional thought given to making them work well together. The ground was a mix of dirt and saw dust over the occasional tatami mat. The only things to see in the room were two very tall poles. At least, until one looked up. Each pole was topped with a platform so high up it was hard to make out. A thin rope was string between them. From that distance the rope should have been invisible, it was so thin. And yet it was clear and obvious. There were also what looked like weird swings, that could also be clearly seen. The silvery string supporting them looked ethereal and delicate.
What there wasn't... was a net under all of that.
What there was, tiny and hard to see as the distance should have made it was a figure moving slowly across the tightrope. But the figure dropped into a terrifying crouch given the thinness of the wire on which it was standing. From this distance it was hard to make out details. Pale skin, colorful clothing, dark hair that was either short or pinned up or pulled back.
The figure called down, but the noise of the competing musics swallowed some of the words and distorted what was left. Of course distance helped. So it was impossible to recognize the voice, or even identify any qualities to it. Of course, responses would probably be likewise broken and distorted.
".... room... reserved.... Sora!" the voice called down. "....later...?"
Sora - No, not that one | Kaleido Star | OTA
Date: 16 Sep 2023 12:47 (UTC)The hall was the one wall and at the corner just enough of another wall to hold what looked like a sign up sheet with a magnetic plate with what was probably a name stuck to it next to a door frame. Only half the frame existed, and there was no door at all.
The hall, what there was of it, was silent except for any noise that Lea made, and whatever was beyond the door was obscured in darkness. Or maybe Darkness. Hard to tell from this side.
Should one step through they would be ASSAULTED by noise. Sound. Like 3 different soundtracks playing at the same time, with no intentional thought given to making them work well together. The ground was a mix of dirt and saw dust over the occasional tatami mat. The only things to see in the room were two very tall poles. At least, until one looked up. Each pole was topped with a platform so high up it was hard to make out. A thin rope was string between them. From that distance the rope should have been invisible, it was so thin. And yet it was clear and obvious. There were also what looked like weird swings, that could also be clearly seen. The silvery string supporting them looked ethereal and delicate.
What there wasn't... was a net under all of that.
What there was, tiny and hard to see as the distance should have made it was a figure moving slowly across the tightrope. But the figure dropped into a terrifying crouch given the thinness of the wire on which it was standing. From this distance it was hard to make out details. Pale skin, colorful clothing, dark hair that was either short or pinned up or pulled back.
The figure called down, but the noise of the competing musics swallowed some of the words and distorted what was left. Of course distance helped. So it was impossible to recognize the voice, or even identify any qualities to it. Of course, responses would probably be likewise broken and distorted.
".... room... reserved.... Sora!" the voice called down. "....later...?"
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Date: 16 Sep 2023 12:52 (UTC)no subject
Date: 16 Sep 2023 12:54 (UTC)Re: Meteion | Final Fantasy XIV | ota
Date: 16 Sep 2023 12:58 (UTC)But she stopped to look at the blue bird, staring in something akin to awe at the beauty of it. One hand dug in the hip pouch she wore over the bright pink cover all and fished something out. The something proved to be a blue stone, almost the colour of the bird as she lifted it to look at both together. But as she shifted the stone, its colour shifted, becoming more like the sun.
Re: Nita Callahan...? | Young wizards + CRAU | Voidsickness in its inevitable conclusion.
Date: 16 Sep 2023 13:03 (UTC)Dream Bangladesh looked like her waking self in some ways, skull bindi, long black hair pulled back in sections, large hoop earrings. Her curves were constrained by a red turtleneck, white coat and white pants. Her boots were jet black.
But where she differed? Instead of a hat she wore a large crown. It was spiked and barbed and looked dangerous. Dangerous to steal, and dangerous to wear. She was bleeding into her eyes. Didn't seem to stop her. She was also seven feet tall now, and her arms kept changing between different sorts of weapons. They settled a bit for a blaster on one side and a cutlass on the other.
"She aimed at a target over Nita's shoulder. She was joining in on the fun. And saying hello. And maybe, just maybe, issuing a challenge. She hadn't had a chance to really cut loose in forever, babysitting Mr. Sensitive as she'd been. So now she could lay in for some real mayhem. If this girl would get recruited into her crew or messily killed... well she didn't much care which. Either looked like it would be fun...
This IS the void. What did you expect, camaraderie?
Date: 16 Sep 2023 13:29 (UTC)Down to her bones, to her cells and component atoms.
The void was no one's companion, and no intelligence could survive exposed to its raw invasive form. Like water, seeping in...
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Date: 16 Sep 2023 13:51 (UTC)She then began to rapidly strum strings, electricity pouring in and out of her, her eyes alight with passion. She ripped through the cords for a solid ten seconds before sighing deeply, as all was right with her once more.
"Oooh, baby, I missed you." She purred, before focusing her attention back on her heroine. "Looks like I owe you one. I don't know where we are, what's going on, or who you are - but none of that can get in the way of my need to rock. You ready to roll?"
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Date: 16 Sep 2023 14:11 (UTC)But if he wasn't going to help her, then he was not much good for anything else, far as she was concerned.
"The only thing hurt so far is my pride. If you're not going to free me, I don't suppose you can actually answer some questions about what's going on here?"
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Date: 16 Sep 2023 14:16 (UTC)“Whoa! No kidding, Merlin. Belief does help in boosting any skills to make things possible, even if they do seem to be hard to achieve.”
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Date: 16 Sep 2023 14:22 (UTC)“Hey um… Hello there? Can you hear me clearly? I don’t mean to scare you right now.”
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Date: 16 Sep 2023 14:22 (UTC)no subject
Date: 16 Sep 2023 14:37 (UTC)He gave her another curious once over, she didn't feel like a Jedi. But then, it hadn't been that long ago that he'd missed one entirely.
"Why red anyway?" he nodded at her glowing blade. Both of his own weapons remained holstered, though his lightsaber continued to glow. At least only the one blade was lit, the second glowing in his face would have been annoying. But the fact that one was glowing without causing damage only made it extra clear that it was a manifestation, and if he'd manifested his lightsaber different than it actually looked, it was possible this person was as well.