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misrecalled_tdms2023-09-03 06:09 am
missrecalled_mods) wrote in misrecalled_tdms2023-09-03 06:09 am
Once upon a dream... (4th Wall Event/TDM Combo platter)
[((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.
Cal Kestis | Star Wars JS | OTA
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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Lea stood by the wall, looking out at the view. "Nice place, huh?", he said without looking up as he heard footsteps approaching.
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He grinned and nodded when the Dreamer spoke. "It sure is." When he wasn't looking up it was easy to pretend he hadn't brought the shadow of the empire with him.
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Control the dream so they could get up there. Sounded simple enough. Maybe. He closed his eyes for moment and concentrated. 'OK dream... get us up there.'
He was startled out of his concentration a moment later by a 'pop!' sound, followed immediately by soft bleating. Opening his eyes, he saw that cute, round, colorful sheep-like creature about the size of small dog had appeared next to them. "Okaaaaay...", he said. "That's not at all what I was going for." He looked down and addressed the little critter. "Unless you're gonna get us up there some how, little guy."
The little creature bleated cheerfully and turned to face the direction of the clock tower, bouncing on its tiny legs. Lea looked up and after a moment managed to make out a second small, round form bouncing on the clock tower ledge. "Two...?", Lea said, still puzzled. How were two little rainbow sheep, however adorable, supposed to get them up there?
His question was answered a moment later as the two little sheep stopped bouncing. A thin beam of golden light shot out from the symbol on the creatures head, stretching all the way up to the one on the tower ledge. At that point, understanding began to dawn on him. "I think these little guys are making a path for us," he said. Which was not at all the way he'd planned on doing this, but choosy beggars and all that.
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Could he pet them? Y'know what, he was going to try. Starting with the bouncing little animal on this side of the strange bridge. He gave it a brief scratch before focusing back on the light.
"But hey, it works. Shall we go check it out?" Not that he was waiting, rushing to test out the light even as he asked. Jumping in without thinking first was a bit of a recurring theme for him. But between the force and luck it hadn't failed him (too seriously) yet.
... BD would be so proud to know he was doing this even without his influence.
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"Sure, why not?", Lea said. Taking the option that seemed the most logical under the circumstances, he reached out and took hold of the beam of light, intending to haul himself up, only to find it unnecessary. The moment he had a grip on it, the beam whisked him upward like a reverse zip-line, then, as it reached the top popped him up like a toaster to have him land neatly on the ledge.
He stepped aside a bit to give his companion room to land, then looked around. "Not bad<' he commented. "Though now I kinda want to look into installing a zipline down from the roof of the school." Would Ben approve? Probably not. Would it be awesome enough to do it anyway? Absolutely.
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A Jedi? Showing off? Never.
"BeeDee and I take advantage of cables to zipline all the time. I'd say putting one there sounds like a good idea to me."
As he spoke he looked out, getting the view from above, and whistling in admiration. Yeah, he could see why the other had wanted to come up here.
Much like the areas below there was the heavy feel of memory to this place. Possibly because it was someone else's dream it meant the force was that much louder than normal? He made a point not to touch anything. He didn't know how the Echoes would behave within a dream.
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"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."
Re: Cal Kestis | Star Wars JS | OTA
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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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.
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He still had not relaxed or moved his hands from his weapons. There was the whole mentioning killing someone so casually. Don't get him wrong he'd killed far too many people in his life, but it wasn't something he mentioned casually. So it was, at the least, reason to be wary.
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Cal had to take a moment, expression entirely blank.
Weren't shared dreamscapes supposed to be profound lessons in the Force? What was this supposed to teach him? And where in the universe was this person from anyway?
"Gonna be real honest, I'm don't have a clue what you mean by any of that." BD probably would have included rude commentary if he'd been here and he was braced to chide the droid, but it never came. Right. No BD.
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