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ɪʀᴏɴᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴇsʜᴀɪ ([personal profile] ironwood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2013-08-09 07:07 pm

Event | Landfall | Dreaming

Characters: Any and every!
Date: August 10th - 31, 2013
Location: The realm of Dreaming as accessed via Sinbrilee
Situation: Dreaming is but one of the three realms and here characters are subject to their fanciful thoughts.
Warnings/Rating: Please place content warnings in subject headers!

Sinbrilee | Dreaming | Death


Life. Dreaming. Death. Three realms overlaid upon one another and yet each distinctly their own. They dwell in Life and do so live upon the back of the great turtle as those of Sinbrilee did upon the shell of his sister. However, there stand numerous arches of marble throughout the ruined city that are inlaid with runes beyond understanding. Those that live and breathe which step through those whose runes glow with faint, iridescent light tread instead into the realm of Dreaming.

Here, there exists no single defining characteristic beyond the visitor's imagination. The landscape sculpts to their individual thoughts, the events to their dreams. From a drab gray nothing to the most brilliant of displays, the senses perceive all that they wish to perceive for all that nothing here truly exists. This far from Tu Vishan, the ability to shape their surroundings is all they have, for Sinbrilee's Dreaming does not have the energy to sustain powers, only the bodies of those that dwell here.

Should two parties near, then the Mesh begins. Dreams, you see, not only can be shared, but they strive to be. These visions sculpted into reality reach out for one another and blend. They begin an exchange akin to a linking of the minds, within which one visitor can learn the other's deepest thoughts. Their limitation is but compatibility, for two minds that cannot flow upon the same current cannot hold the Mesh.

Happiness or loss, the landscape and events play out memories and fancies with a most convincing air. The mood rises and falls with the tide of the visitor's mind, detached as they are from the soothing influence of a great turtle's mind. Nothing here, however, is real; 'constructs' simply fade if taken through the archways and even the greatest scientific minds or tools will reveal nothing of its source. This is an ancient magic of an ancient realm, long practised in concealing itself from any prying.

Note: Due to the fluid and highly individual nature of Dreaming, no official subheaders will be provided in the comments of this post. Feel free to post and thread however you like, so long as the rules of Dreaming are adhered to.
demon_brat: (Hope is a rare thing (Dami))

[personal profile] demon_brat 2013-08-14 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Damian nods, as his statement is confirmed. That feels... pleasant.

Then he walks alongside the Lantern and stands beside beside, taking in the sight.

It is...

Calm. Serene. Raw and austere, and, at the same time, merciful with the absence of people, demands, expectations.

Failures.

He doesn't answer, only looks on ahead. Slowly, the tension from his time with the ring eases away, the purse of his lips softens.

After a long time, he finally moves, giving a small nod.

"Peace." And the knowledge that peace here means at least some measure of safety for those behind them. And rest. Just rest.
jirk: (pic#6198249)

[personal profile] jirk 2013-08-14 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Haven't you learned yet that I make anything look good?" It's their default. Joking to keep the horrors at bay, and Jim's nothing if not damned good at it. But his heart's not in it now.

He flexes his hand. The ring doesn't fit right, but this is Kyle's mind. He'll wear it here. "You don't have to lecture me about pain," he says, changing back to the subject at hand. "I get it. I know what it's like and I know what it does to a guy." He hasn't seen as much of it as Kyle has, but pain's relative to the life you've lived. It's not a pissing contest.

At the new arrival, Jim shifts and steps away from the wall, half in front of Kyle. "Who is that?"
imaginate: ([lantern] lean on me)

[personal profile] imaginate 2013-08-14 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not a lecture for you, he wants to say. I need to pull myself back, sometimes.

He lets it go, focusing on what's in front of him.

'Thinks he knows the truth of the universe.' Kyle glances back at him. 'More evil in the world than good, and that knowledge drove him insane. Truth is, there's only evil when good men do nothing.'

A soft sigh. 'And you know, one Green Lantern for the whole universe... even with the ring, can't really do that much at all.'
jirk: (Default)

[personal profile] jirk 2013-08-14 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
The truth of the universe. Jim's still not sure what that is. He read somewhere a long time ago that there's no such thing as good or evil men, only good or evil actions, and that people were predisposed to do both. It was choice that kept them walking down whatever fine line they'd chosen.

(So which was Khan?)

"Hey. Don't give me that. I know you, I know you did everything you could for as many people as you could. That's all anyone gets to ask of us."
parallels: (AFRAID ★ if i'm still alive)

[personal profile] parallels 2013-08-14 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Clara blinks at the light surrounding her. It's strange but somehow comforting. The soft light makes her think of gentleness and warmth. But when Kyle nearly flinches at her touch, she frowns. She doesn't really understand what happened back in that dark room. Only that there was a battle between Kyle and himself... a strange twisted version of himself. She wanted to ask but she had enough respect for him and his privacy that she kept it to herself.

And because she didn't want to think of it either. The only Kyle she wanted to know was the impossibly sweet, kind, and uniquely ridiculous one that was in front of her. She wasn't going to let that image be tainted. Besides, the Doctor had a dark and monstrous side that hid beneath the light surface and she still cared for him more than anyone. She looks into his face.

"Are you fine? How can I help?"
imaginate: ([lantern] don't shoot)

[personal profile] imaginate 2013-08-14 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
And it's never enough.

Kyle lets that go, too. Not here. Not with Jim.

'I don't like it here,' he says. 'Can we go?'
imaginate: ([kyle] awk-ward)

[personal profile] imaginate 2013-08-14 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Indigo is for compassion. He remembers that, from the one that showed up (will show up, he can't keep it straight in his head, sometimes he thinks Blackest Night has already come) at Oa. She's not hope, she's something else, something more and he can't accept that plainly. He's scared to. Afraid of what it means, when someone gives him unconditional love and care despite everything they've seen about him. Despite the fact that he does the exact same thing for other people. Well, he was no stranger to hypocrisy.

He holds up his arms, attempts a bright smile. Just for her. 'Not really, no.' But there's little that can be done about that. He'd never be "fine" in the way people wanted. He was damaged.

'Honestly, I could use some help getting these off.'
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Charles Xavier [OTA]

[personal profile] excessivehubris 2013-08-14 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Option A

[A child sees the world very differently from an adult. In Charles' world, his mother was a beautiful fairy tale princess, who always smelled good and looked perfect.]

Careful, Charles, don't hug so tight, you'll wrinkle Mother's dress.

[She was gentle as she held him away when he would have given her an exuberant hug but she always managed to sweep away from his outstretched arms, in a cloud of sweet smelling perfume and a whisper of silk. It was confusing but then she would give him that bright smile and everything was alright.

Only today, Mother wasn't smiling. Her face was white, making the dark tracks of her mascara seem obscene against her skin as she cried. He didn't understand, what was making his mother cry and jerked away from the hold of the maid to rush into the sitting room where the two men in somber suits flanked his mother.]


Mother?!

[His voice sounded so small to his ears now, such an odd word to come from the lips of a six year old, when most children would use Mommy, Mummy or Mum. But the thought was brief and broken as in the next moment, the whispers came...]

Oh child no, come back!
This must be Xavier's son, certainly looks like his father.
Poor child. I hope they don't try to have an open casket, he shouldn't see his father like that...
Charles! Oh God, I can't let him see me like this, I can't tell him that Brian's dead!

[And at that moment, came the rushing crush of more voices. Whispers that ranged close to fifty different voices, most of them feeling shocked, saddened and echoing the words "Brian/Dr. Xavier is dead, explosion, torn to pieces, the body was nearly melted by the radiation, gruesome way to go..."]

Mother?!? What do they mean? Where's Daddy?

[Daddy. If Sharon Xavier was 'Mother' then Brian Xavier was 'Daddy' and Charles felt the growing crush of confusion that came with the press of so many grief stricken voices and emotions.]

What do they mean, accident? What is Ray-dee-ation?

[Sharon's face went even more white as her large blue eyes (her contribution to her son's genetics) glanced over to the two startled men and then her face twisted. Turned ugly with grief and panic she had screamed at him with her voice, her mind and her raw emotions.]

GET OUT! You little freak!

Option B

[The first time Cerebro had powered up there was a roar, like a wave cresting in the distance, a stab of pain against the back of the eyes and suddenly the warm, amber landscape of the relay station snapped out of view and he was plunging. A sickening ride, that felt literally like being yanked out of his own body and hurled into a roiling, cascading riptide of thousands, millions

thoughts, dreams, emotions, joys, sorrows, hopes, losses, pleasures, pains, agony, happiness…

It was a crushing rush of emotions, none of them his own and he could no longer feel the ground beneath his feet. His mind told him that he was clinging to something for dear life but he couldn't feel what and … it didn't matter.

None of it mattered because there was so many of them so many of them so far and so wide and he was stronger than the rush, his own sense of self, the discipline of his mind (no longer a confused six year old boy) was more than capable of harnessing the cascading rush.

Like a bird breaking above the rapids beneath, Charles quickly winging free of the torrent, back to sense of self and in the distance he could now see the inside of the relay station (Erik to his right, Raven to his left) once again.

But it’s was an after thought and had nothing to do with where he wanted to be! Banking back over the streaming tide of so many mutants, so many!! not alone there were so many scattered, in between the less vibrant consciousnesses. Hovering over them all, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, such a reach he had now and he could feel them so clearly.

Their minds, each thought, each emotion, each dream (dark and light) it all whispers up to him but no longer is it overwhelming; instead it is so damn empowering.

Cerebro enabled and almost godlike reach and it was hard to feel tied to the small, physical form standing on the lighted disk. Not when he was now able to see so far, miles upon hundreds of miles, unchecked, their minds laid out like offerings as Cerebro connected him to them all.

But that was not his purpose today.

Identify, he's here to identify and suddenly it was so easy, simply fold back the wings of his mind and then hurtling down low across the current of every consciousness within his nearly limitless range. Wings flash outwards, he'd harnessed the power all too easily, learned (steep learning curves have always stimulated him) to steady himself against the near thermal like draw of all those voices, all those emotions; hundreds of thousands.

The bright ones, the others like him mutants, call to Charles and it is such a simple thing now to reach out and touch the ones he wants, sending their location back through the stupid plastic helmet on his head. Faster and faster, it was like hitting a drug, over and over and over again; beautiful, stimulating, splendid and the headache it gave him was negligible compared to what he was able to do here.

So.Much.Power. Charles' power but now amplified beyond measure.]
epigrammatical: (only thing that ever terrifies me)

[personal profile] epigrammatical 2013-08-14 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"A comfort?" That is a surprise to him. "You are perhaps the only person to have said such a thing to me. In truth, Dorian, though it has not always been easy to look on you, I have been glad that you are here. The strangeness of this other-world is more bearable."

His hand goes to adjust a woollen scarf that was not there a moment ago. He doesn't know it, but there is more grey in his beard now. "There will be no warning," he says, without much bitterness. "Not even for me."
andaway: (Default)

[personal profile] andaway 2013-08-14 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[As soon as he had walked inside Dreaming Kal had let the light-formed tendrils of his dream start to reach out, to find someone else and to investigate. He had always been curious. He'd already had experience in dream-sharing and he'd already been inside other dreams in this place, so his presence inside the dream isn't intruding, nor has a dangerous feeling to it.

What he didn't expect was to find home.
]

Ma? ...Pa? [The second name is a bit choked out. He then turns to glance at the blond woman.] Galatea... right? How do you... how do you know this place?
flamingshortshorts: ([confused] 023)

cw: death

[personal profile] flamingshortshorts 2013-08-14 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Option A
It's New York. He walked through a door while trying to get a better feel of the city and suddenly he's in New York. He stands on a rooftop looking out over the city and can even seek Brooklyn Bridge from here. The Empire State Building stands out in the dawn sunlight at the tallest pillar in the sky, light glittering off the windows and the tall antenna. Somehow he's come home. He comes to stand at the end of the roof just as a figure covered in flames shoots across the sky and he almost can't breathe.

Pappy?


Option B
He's standing on a train and it moves along the track easily, but Toro is more confused by how he got there. It doesn't look like anything special, but Toro is cautious because the change in scenery was so sudden.

"Ah criminy, Mom. I just want to take a walk around. I wasn't gonna go off nowhere, honest. What are ya worried about?"

And then his heart stops in his chest.

"Watch that tone, Tommy. Your mother doesn't want you straying too far when we're about to go through the mountain."

He turns around and there they are, staring right at him--not at him, at the dumb kid who once stood in this same place--his mother's ever so slightly disapprove downturn of her mouth on her washed out pale skin. She sat in the set with a long afghan covering her shoulders and her feet brought up to rest in his chest. She was looking better now than she had all that week and Toro had thought maybe she was getting better at the time, but he knows better now. He knows this was a final trip, it was why they couldn't bring Elaine and had left her with their neighbors.

Fred Raymond was staring at him and Toro didn't know what to do. They were here and they were on a train and this was--

Outside the plains faded into the sparse trees and then a thick forest as the train speeded along towards the mountain the track had been carved right out of. He knows they'll be going around the bend soon and he knows what that means.

And he can't stop it.]
Edited 2013-08-14 21:10 (UTC)
relentlesstide: (trance)

[personal profile] relentlesstide 2013-08-14 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[The need to explore is something Arthur is very familiar with, honestly. That was him during his teenage years, and even later on, constantly curious about the world except during his depressive spells. He can't really begrudge Kal finding this little corner of Dreaming that his mind has shaped like clay into something peaceful. The lighthouse has always beckoned to those who wander, bringing them to safety.

When Kal lands, the little boy giggles and points, green eyes all big with fascination as he bounces a little, and Arthur smiles a little, shifts him on his lap.]


Hello, Kal. Before you say anything, I know this isn't real. [He can't be caught up in memories because these aren't memories at all.]
relentlesstide: (hmm?)

[personal profile] relentlesstide 2013-08-14 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's honestly trying to find a way out - he's had this dream before, and it's not one of his favorites, though he's also had worse. The divide just seems to stretch out before him endlessly, though another voice startles him out of his own head a bit, and suddenly it isn't so vast.]

It certainly does seem to be happening a lot. This is- I suppose it is what I do, in a way, yes. [He's actually a little embarrassed; the whole feeling of not fitting in anywhere is such a minor thing, so beneath him at this stage in his life. For Poseidon's sake, he's a grown man.] At least the way my subconscious twists it.
lostundercover: (aliens)

[personal profile] lostundercover 2013-08-14 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Costigan moves around the corner into the end of the hall that Tim's resting in a couple minutes later. It's out of sight of the main population, unless they're looking on directly, giving them some time alone to talk. He runs a hand through his hair, obviously anxious already. Though whether he's more anxious from being in the jail or seeing the other guy here, it's hard to say.

"What are you doing here?" He asks cautiously.
alphatar: (Sleeping at night)

[personal profile] alphatar 2013-08-14 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
“Oh yeah! Mom and dad always let me stay if I can sneak home from the compound. Nobody crosses daddy when he gets angry.” She lets out a heavy, indulgent “Hee.”

When the house came into view, both Senna and Tonraq were waiting outside with their hoods over their head. “Korra!” they said in unison and crouched down to hug her, which caused the white puppy to bark.

“Korra wha-“

Before either of them could even ask Korra started off “We found the polar bear dog baby with her dead mom, so me and Zatanna took it and the guards came and Zatanna put up snow so they couldn’t see us, but I tripped and they heard so I took them down” she beamed at her dead at that point. “And now we have a baby puppy.” She held the polar bear dog up for her parents to observe, and then put her into Zatanna’s hands.

“It’s cold, can we come inside? We don’t want to name her out here.”

Exchanging a look with each other, an unspoken conversation must have happened between them and each took one of Korra’s hands.

Looking back over at Zatanna she flashed a wide grin and whispered loudly. “Come on, we can play in my room, okay?”

When they all walk through the door, a blinding flash of light brings an end to the dream.
alphatar: (Lip wibble)

[personal profile] alphatar 2013-08-14 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
“My parents always have time, except for today. Since dad’s important, he has to be there. One time mom didn’t go and that was kind of fun.”

A brilliant idea struck the little girl and it showed on her face.

“Hey! I can be your friend.” And then after looking at Dinah, her small face falters. “But I’m not your age, huh?”
alphatar: (Erm what?)

[personal profile] alphatar 2013-08-14 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Feeling the bending along with their footsteps left Korra trying to decided which way to turn her head. Then she realized that it didn’t matter, she could see them no matter what.

“What happens if they find us?” Korra said under her breath after the man had passed them. “Is it really that bad inside?”
alphatar: (I want this)

[personal profile] alphatar 2013-08-14 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
The indecision was palpable for only a moment. Was the punishment that would follow worth the free time now? It lasted only a moment simply because this had been exactly what Korra wanted and the pleased comfort that she wasn’t alone in what felt like a prison spread from her touch when she grabbed his hand.

A full month had passed since she started the earthbending training, and she had not been allowed to leave until she met their expectations.

“Okay! I’m tired of looking at those walls.”
notdreaming: smile, excited, laugh (throw your hands up)

first;

[personal profile] notdreaming 2013-08-14 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Kara had been worried a moment ago, not sure how long she could last without sunlight even if she didn't use her powers. She even thought she might have been tired. Now she suddenly felt at peace, though there was a dull aching feeling in her chest. She glanced idly around at the unfamiliar scenery as though it was of no consequence. It wasn't really important, not like the two just ahead of her were.

"Aunt Lara, Uncle Jor!" The names were just so natural on her tongue, she couldn't help from calling out to them as she approached.
Edited 2013-08-14 22:53 (UTC)
raisethemoon: (Full of stars)

[personal profile] raisethemoon 2013-08-15 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
I have heard of this pizza! They make it in a great factory and deliver it throughout the land, do they not?
manofiron: (leaning back having some wine)

[personal profile] manofiron 2013-08-15 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Movement glimpsed from the corner of his eye draws Tony’s attention away from his glass to the shape that steps up to the bar beside him. It’s with bored disinterest that he glances over. A man in a suit. One of many, he thinks, as his eyes start to slide back to his drink. But there’s something off about him. Something strange and unusual in a sea of monotony. It makes Tony take a second look. A longer look.

A man with a face. One who’s neither wearing the wrinkled mask of old money or the surgical perfection of new. It’s such a novel occurrence that Tony looks a moment longer. So novel, in fact, that he does the unthinkable.

“You’re new,” he says, puncturing his sphere of self-imposed silence. The alcohol is heavy on his tongue, yet long familiarity maneuvering around it keeps him from slurring his words. “Take a wrong turn and end up here by accident?”
aloneintheuniverse: (Default)

one

[personal profile] aloneintheuniverse 2013-08-15 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Clark was exploring on his own, getting the sort of lost a person gets when they've never been to a city-- any city, not counting Keeliai-- before. Just as he's about to give up, he catches sight of Jor-El talking to a woman through an archway. He's not sure who the woman is, or whether he ought to intrude, but he's curious. He stands just in the archway, watching and listening.
sophos: (pic#4369139)

[personal profile] sophos 2013-08-15 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Monumental... was kind of the point. The Titan King Kronos wanted to eliminate the gods. Olympus - well, it's their seat of power. Destroying the throne room destroys Olympus, and the gods would crumble without it.

[She looks around again, taking in the reconstruction.] A lot of the city itself was damaged in the battle - [clearly] - but we saved it all in the end, and Kronos was defeated.
sophos: (pic#4539516)

i am a winner

[personal profile] sophos 2013-08-15 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Annabeth's struggling to keep hold at this point; she's vaguely aware that there must be something holding her there, something in her own resilience, because she's pretty sure the first time around it wasn't possible.

First time around. This has happened before. And again. And again and again. How many times has she watched herself fall into Tartarus at this point? She doesn't know. It hurts just as much every time.

Some of the grime and dirt on her face has been erased by tears, but she's not entirely aware of the fact that she's still crying. She stares hopelessly at Vanessa when she gets down as far as she does. "I can't get out of it," she mutters, and her voice carries, echoing down into the pit, where the hissing voice laughs back up.

"Will you sacrifice a goddess for the goddess?" it cackles. "Perhaps she will do in your stead."

"No!" It doesn't even matter that none of it makes sense in reality - Gaea needs one male, one female, and Vanessa's not even in the same world, but the idea of it is unbearable. She tries to pull herself up again, but she can't. She shoots Vanessa another pleading look, not for help, but to escape and climb back up before the darkness pulls her in, too.

"She is not who Gaea wants. Just let go, fall with me, Daughter of Athena. Welcome your fate of death, unlike so many of your siblings."
mrsarcastic003: (Excuse me?)

[personal profile] mrsarcastic003 2013-08-15 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head. "I'm not sure." 'This is your party,' he wants to say, but he doesn't, because a: he's not so sure he sees the party in this, and b: it's kind of rude. He nodes behind him, though he's not exactly indicating the space they'd just left. "I just came through, and I was here."