Missrecalled Mods (
missrecalled_mods) wrote in
misrecalled_tdms2023-09-03 06:09 am
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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?))]
*****************************************************
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.
*****************************************************
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.
no subject
no subject
[He probably should. Hear about her new friends so he will know of them when he comes across them himself? So when she mentions them he will know who she is referring to? He'd do the same in filling her in, if the roles were reversed. So he doesn't think anything of getting more information from her like this.]
no subject
no subject
[Ven does make note that the other doesn't apparently like to be touched. If and when Ven meets him. That's good to know, in not unintentionally upsetting the guy without being aware of the touching thing. Even just simply placing a hand at someone's shoulder or tapping their shoulder to get their attention or something isn't usually a thing he thinks twice about.
But he is concerned about that last that she says.]
no subject
Yes, she was ignoring the question of what she had been about to do.
no subject
[He assumed. Based on the little vague context he has from what she just said at least. Ven does also note how she seems to be avoiding answering his question. She was the one that brought it up, whatever it was she had been about to do. But maybe she isn't ready to talk about it. Yet. So he doesn't push about it or anything.]
no subject
no subject
[So Axel became Lea? Ven thinks he has this right. It's just a bit to keep track of. But red head and fire seem easy enough to remember at least. He gives a nod there as he files that away before tilting his head at her saying Roxas looks like him, closing one eye as she ruffles his hair.]
So what, people would confuse me for this Roxas if they know him?
I love that you have an icon for that!
Aqua and Terra do it all the time! I had to have an icon for it!
[That little boy that had helped him. But he supposes. Sora isn't so little anymore. Given that was a while ago now. At least ten years. Still. Somehow it is not that surprising to hear that Aqua took them in. It's what she had done when Ven had shown up, her and Terra helping Eraqus with him especially initially while he came out of his sort of zombie like state.]
Of course you did.
Re: Aqua and Terra do it all the time! I had to have an icon for it!
Even more so if Khell showed up.
no subject
[Ven is trying his best to make sense of this. To piece things together from what she says, who everyone is. Whether they are here or not. He is trying to make mental notes and remember, keep track of it.]
no subject
no subject
[Ven isn't sure what to make of that idea. But at the least, she reassures him that Xehanort was gone now. That was at least a relief, that he wouldn't need to deal with the guy here. At least for now. Ven isn't sure how that would go. What he might expect. If Xehanort might recognize and remember him. What happened with him and Vanitas and all.]
no subject
no subject
[Or. At least. The age they assume he is, that he appears. Ven is much older than he looks but of course he doesn't know that, doesn't remember all of that. So he just assumes Xehanort had to be younger than Aqua even. He's not sure how to picture that. With hair and all.]
no subject
no subject
[Ven half pouts and half chuckles at that. As he clumsily might attempt to lightly bat her hand from his hair. Not that it ever really looks that neat and tidy even when she isn't ruffling it, or Terra for that matter. But he tries. To look at least a little presentable. For the most part.]
Not sure if there's a way I have any control on that...?
no subject
no subject
[Ven doesn't push her away though. He will return the hug after a brief moment where he clicks she is hugging him again. He returns it, his arms around her waist as best he can as she pulls him to her again. Ven is at least used to her, to Terra, ruffling his hair and treating him like a little brother tagging along with them.]
no subject
no subject
[He wasn't even when she first met him back when Xehanort first brought him to Eraqus. To her and Terra. It isn't like Ven would deny their relationship, their dynamic is akin to what most probably figure as siblings, as Ven being the younger and Aqua and Terra the older brother and sister.]
no subject
no subject
[Ven can't help but to be excited at that. Given he had always been the younger, shorter of the three of them. It would feel nice to at least be able to catch up to the others. He isn't necessarily thinking on if he ends up taller than her. Just that he isn't always so obviously smaller, younger.]
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)