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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.
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[personal profile] ihope 2013-08-15 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[It’s been tiring, exploring minds and experiences that aren’t his to have ever known. It’s been its own brand of enlightening, of terrifying. Walking up the courtyard, taking in the warmth of the sun and the sights of the old school, Lex can’t help but feel like this school is his, though it looks nothing like it and so obviously isn’t. He weighs his options at the door. He thinks of turning back, knows he’s a tourist and nothing more. But when his hand turns the knob and as he stealths through the halls he’s reminded why he’s kept at this game for as long as he has.]

[What he doesn’t understand is exhilarating.]

[He treats the school like an expansion of the manor. He looks through rooms and roams through doors he probably shouldn’t. He’s looking for something worthwhile to take away. He’s learned already that whatever it is will be a memory and nothing physical, but that’s enough for a scavenger who believes he’s doing some science. Up the stairs he goes. He notices he doesn’t tire until he tells himself to, because that would only be normal after climbing so many steps. Dream world, dream world, and again he wonders what Tu Vishan really is. He passes the room where Sabriel and the man converse. It’s the first time he hears something in this mind. So he’ll linger outside for a while. He wants to know what he’d get into should he decide to open the door.]
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[personal profile] amonfire 2013-08-15 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Noatak stifled his tears and was on his feet the moment a change in his environment shifted to something foreign - something put him on edge and sent his young heart racing. Obvious to his own dreamscape he was equally ambivalent to how his surrounding steadily started to change with him mood. The ravine he stood over closing in on itself as a wound would cover itself in scar tissue, and the weather began to die down into something more tame. The world carved out by his own fears and whatever small shred of hope lay dormant in his yet to be tainted heart.

A mere fifty yards off from where their memories cascaded into one another felt like a thousand through the wailing walls of ice and snow between them.Only just as soon as it picked up did the storm abruptly die out until the only sounds were a stay gust of cold wind, and the crunch of icy snow under leopard sealskin mukluks that rapidly started to pick up pace. Noatak spotted the unfamiliar shape silhouetted against the pure white backdrop of the snow and ran straight towards them.

Noatak reached out for her armour-clad wrist only to grasp at the older woman's now freezing hand. Without saying a word, even to comment on her inappropriate attire or question her sudden appearance, Noatak pressed a finger to his mouth and made a quiet sssh before urging Lin to follow him back behind the sheltering rocks. All the while he casted fearful glances towards the dim glow of campfire in the distance.
]
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[personal profile] constants 2013-08-15 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
The Archive is the one in charge of filling this out, and I am the current Archive as my mother was before me, and her mother before her. It is a magical construct passed down from mother to daughter. A repository of five thousand years of written information, meant to prevent the collapse of society and to preserve learning in case disaster should befall humanity.

[ Said like someone who memorized this centuries ago... Which, given the information, is probably true. ]
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[personal profile] relentlesstide 2013-08-15 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
It is. Better than most. [Better than the nightmares, but that pretty much goes without saying.] I'd say it's doing its job, then. It's... safe here. [There is a darkness in his mind, nightmares that taint his sleep sometimes, but never this dream. Nothing taints this dream.

He doesn't make any move to stop him from coming closer. Maybe it was there before, maybe it wasn't, but his trident is within arm's reach, leaning against the wall. Not a threat, more a reassurance for himself that he isn't helpless should something go wrong. Not like all those years ago.]


Artie. [Artie beams up at his father at the mention of his name, chewing on the dolphin toy quite contently. It earns him a quiet chuckle in return.] Arthur Thomas Curry, Jr., but that's a mouthful. Let me leave him with my father and I'll help you find the way out.
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[personal profile] constants 2013-08-15 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ She looks at the drawing for a few moments, but then simply looks outside at the snow. Then the takes the paper from him and walks into another room, the kitchen. It's as pristine and empty as the other room. She takes a magnet and pins the picture to the refrigerator door the way she knows people do, then returns back to her chair.

Once seated again she pulls a paper out of the stack and picks up his crayon, returning to filling out her paperwork. ]


Thank you for the picture. The ceiling is fine as it is.
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OPEN | cw: none; sometimes fairy tales aren't all that secretly evil

[personal profile] kingofthedragons 2013-08-15 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
The Enchanted Forest is so green as to be overwhelming and so alive it's a challenge to any passers by that aren't quite so bursting with vitality. The trees are ancient and powerful, blotting out the sun so the only light is green and cool, and their trunks and every other surface (stones, earth, suspiciously lifelike statues) are covered in heavy, soft moss. Flowers, brambles, and berries that look natural at first glance pop up here and there, and it'd be unwise to touch or eat. There are hills, made of glass or gold or sleeping behemoth, and ponds guarded by lions or unicorns or curses.

Actually, there are a lot of curses. But there's nothing so comfortable for a dragon as a nap wrapped around a magic tree, and with the spires of the castle just visible nearby, Kazul drowsily enjoys the afternoon.
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[personal profile] constants 2013-08-15 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ She shakes her head. ]

In six months he will return as a sort of ghost, and then after that he will return to his body and be well again.

[ It doesn't make this moment any easier, though. ]
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[personal profile] oathwalk 2013-08-15 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Cedric's image dominates Richard's thoughts. A hand larger than his grabs his arm—there is nothing but panic in his head—Richard tries to yank away—] Unhand me! [The cracks widen as if in response to his shout, and Richard's left iris starts to shift from gold to red. Something starts seeping out of the mirror, something silver and strange. It seems to draw the light into it.]

[Then Richard remembers and takes control of himself. Only, he can't quite manage that, and his breathing is still unsteady, even as he reminds himself that it's Tony in front of him. It's Tony, and this is a dream, and he is safe.]
My apologies—I . . . Just leave those alone.

[He doesn't look again at Tony's mirror man. People who are kind to you just want to use you or kill you. No, he can't think like that; that's not him anymore. Tony is a friend he can trust, right? He can relax.

Even so, he can't trust anyone or anything in those mirrors. They just need to get out of here.]
Edited 2013-08-15 06:15 (UTC)
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this'll be good. YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT BB.

[personal profile] heartofgraces 2013-08-15 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Asbel hadn't actually meant to come back, but he's worried about people. And of course, once he realizes this funhouse is Tony's, he's extra worried. He comes in, and tries not to stare too hard at the mirrors, before finally finding the man...staring at his own reflection?

....Something about this is deeply unsettling, something that lurks in the creeping darkness around the mirrors, and Asbel isn't sure what, but he's gonna get him out of here.]


...Tony? You don't look so good.
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[personal profile] definingfuture 2013-08-15 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[He's distracted by the broken mirror and the horrible image threatening to push through to them. Dream or not, Tony doesn't want to let either of them get close to it. He pushes Richard back, trying to keep hold so he doesn't lose him if he decides to retreat-

The outburst makes him cringe. He lets go of his friend's arm, wincing at the way he wrenches out of his grip. It's hard to tell which way he should face. The mirror is breaking--he heard it--but that strange shift in Richard's left eye and the way he reacted makes Tony second guess himself. He falters, hand still hovering for a moment before he lowers it to his side again. Up the hallway (or possibly down), someone speaks. The voice is distant, but still familiar.]


Sorry, I didn't- I didn't mean to scare you.

[Tony doesn't meet Richard's eyes, although he does hesitate before moving back to follow the path. Like he's waiting or judging whether or not Richard can be trusted with his back. He seems to decide it's safe enough, because he takes the lead back along the hallway and away from the mirrors. The voice speaks again in a low mutter that sounds closer this time, and much like Tony himself.

I hate it when you look at me like that.]

You coming?
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[personal profile] heartofgraces 2013-08-15 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Aa...I'm glad. I'm sure Sophie will agree, too." Asbel turns, and pulls him towards the shuttle door, the archway out, and he nearly collapses when Dream fades away around them out of it.

"...Are you alright?"
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Tears and bad ends??

[personal profile] definingfuture 2013-08-15 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
[It was honestly a wrong turn. Tony hadn't meant to come to that dark end of the maze, but once he got there he couldn't run away. That would be childish. Tony is old enough now that his nightmares have grounded logic to them. This place is too abstract to be that kind of threat. It's just a hallucination that won't hurt him as long as he gains control of it. That's what he keeps telling himself.

Except the one mirror at the end of the hall is off. He can't be sure--he hasn't been able to catch it--but it feels like when he turns away he can detect movement from the corner of his eye. A shift in his reflection. That's why, even when he hears Asbel, he doesn't take his eyes off the image.]


I'm okay. Things in this place are weird, but we're just dreaming, right?

[Safe. They're perfectly safe. As long as they don't get caught off-guard they can find a way out. He glances over at Asbel at last, smiling when he sees him.]

You're really here.
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[personal profile] oathwalk 2013-08-15 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Richard hears it. He doesn't want to look, but his eyes find the mirrors: the man in the mirror who wants their attention, his uncle and that bloodied sword, and Tony. Richard takes a step, sees it smile, and stops.

There is nothing to see in the mirrors. Focus. He catches up with Tony and tries not to hold his scabbard too tightly.]
Yes, of course. The mirror caught me off-guard, and I lost control of myself. Forgive me.

[He focuses himself on a point in the distance and keeps walking, now in silence. Except that there's a voice that sounds a little like his...

I told you to leave me alone. And don't pretend to be my friend, either.]
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[personal profile] oathwalk 2013-08-15 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
Richard is at his side in an instant, ready to brace him. It is by focusing on Asbel that he can stay standing. "I'm fine. What about you?" He frowns. "The blood stayed on your shirt. It seems the realm of Dreaming does not offer mere illusion."
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[personal profile] depicted 2013-08-15 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
Dorian isn't happy, and yet he smiles. "'Hard to look at' isn't one I get often."

His toe marks a half-circle in the snow. He watches the cemetery build up in front of him. "I know. You'd have liked the service. It was high profile, everyone attended. And literature has remembered you—though I don't know how much you'd care for some of the interpretations."
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[personal profile] iguanasolution 2013-08-15 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
Frank has taken to adopt the form of an Eagle when he visits other people's pieces of the realms, specially the ones in Dreaming. The tendril-like lights that seems to mesh with other people's imagination work faster that way, maybe because Frank's own mind is a bit more... dispersed when he isn't in his own body. A bit more open to all the possibilities.

This is his mother's and grandmother's gift to him after all.

He lands next to the his friend, a big grin on his face because even if it isn't his camp, it's a camp and the sense of familiarity pouring from Percy does enough to fight Frank's own reluctance to be in a Greek camp.

"I'm not going to get kicked out of here as soon as they notice who I am, right?" Said in a joking tone.
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[personal profile] iguanasolution 2013-08-15 10:52 am (UTC)(link)
[And hugging Frank she does, and he doesn't even realize he's returning it instinctively. Soon he drops his hands down, a blush coming to his cheeks because he'd be fuming if this was Hazel hugging Leo and he knows it.]

Uh, okay? [He does smile, but it comes off as a bit awkward.] Why are we smiling? What's going on, Raimei?
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[personal profile] iguanasolution 2013-08-15 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
Oh no you don't was the first thought Frank had when he crossed to Annabeth's dream realm. They had all been through this already, and that time Frank had been too caught up, too far away to do anything to save them. Annabeth 'Secure it!' had yelled Annabeth and that had been it, Percy and Annabeth had fallen to the darkness under them and leaving all of them behind.

Not this time. This time Frank reaches for her, catching her hand and pulling as he firmly closes his eyes letting a grunt of effort. He does't even say anything, he just keeps trying to pull her up. He isn't letting her go, whatever it happens.

He wouldn't do that to Percy.
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[personal profile] andaway 2013-08-15 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Zatanna!"

Kal knew that voice, like he knew every one of his friend's and their protegées voices even in the most pitch black of darkness. So he followed it until he found her, followed it in the dark. Not being able to see anything wasn't exactly... familiar to him. Even closing his eyes at night was a hard job for him because somewhere, somehow, someone could be needing him at every second.

Zatanna wasn't the only one with fear of isolation, so he wasn't going to let her go through this alone. He stepped out of the darkness, offering a hand to her as he crouched to her eye-level.

"Zatanna, we need to leave. This isn't real, we have to go back."
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[personal profile] andaway 2013-08-15 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Mother?"

Kal's voice is full of childish wonder, chastising himself for wondering, for hoping... then again, hope is the shield of their house, isn't it? They wouldn't be the house of El if they weren't curious and with an almost compulsive need to know everything around them. A compulsive need to look beyond the starts and planets and wonder.

And now Kal is following his father inside his dream, feeling much like the child he was when they put him in the spaceship to save his life as their world went to ashes in front of their eyes.

"Father, is that... is that really her? Is that really my mother?"
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[personal profile] saisamour 2013-08-15 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Marius blinks as she mentions the turtle. So a real lady then; not just an individual his mind has created, as dreams are occasionally wont to do. His eyes sweep the area. Oh. Hmm. Yes, this doesn't quite look like the turtle, doesn't it? Or the marble archway he crossed a mere seconds ago. But if she is dreaming, then why is he here at all? And who is dreaming in this situation?

His lips are pursed as he is silent for a moment, deep in rumination (and sadly failing to notice her melancholy), before he turns back to her.]


I suppose it is some form of sorcery. [Well it's the only thing he can come up with, anyhow, and though the thought of true magic still puzzles him, he has somewhat come to terms with it over the past months.]
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[personal profile] unetrustworthy 2013-08-15 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
It called to her, like a siren's song. Begging to be opened. Even though, deep down, she knew nothing good could be found behind any of them.

"Yes," she answered his question, voice oddly distant. Her eyes lingered on the knob. There was no fear behind them. "What's in there?"
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[personal profile] imaginate 2013-08-15 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
'Darkness,' he answers, his voice hushed, and oddly reverent. 'Silence.'
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[personal profile] saisamour 2013-08-15 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
The thud of the body (or is it a corpse?) onto the muddy shore is what first captures Marius's attention, but when he glimpses it he could not make out who it is because of the thickness of filth that covers his clothes and skin and hair; only that the unconscious person appears to be male and that somehow, somehow he feels as if he knows him. He takes one hesitant step forward in an attempt to see who the man is, but stops abruptly at Inspector Javert's appearance.

He is watching the two men now, pursing his lips as he strains to listen in. The importance of what little he could overhear does not seem to immediately register, until Javert utters his question and Marius freezes.

Barricade?

His mouth is hung open slightly and he could do nothing but watch as M. Fauchelevent and the inspector walk past him and the Javert of the present. He finally catches a good view of the passed out man. He feels like his heart has stopped.

For a few seconds he is still as a statue, and the footsteps are the only sound that rings in his ears. It is only when the two men are almost at the fiacre that he abruptly whirls around and jogs towards them, chasing the visions until they disappear into a fog. His steps slow into a halt. He could hear the blood rushing in his ears, his hands are shaking, jaw dropped and eyes wide.

Alive.

He was alive. Those arms that grabbed him just before he had lost consciousness at the barricade had not been those of the National Guard; they were M. Fauchelevent's. He feels a sudden overwhelming surge of gratefulness and veneration and love that courses through his veins for the man who is Cosette's father. He is a hero, a saint. He did not simply save one, but two lives!

And Javert, as well. Oh, he had been blind to what the man had done for him all this time! At this realization, Marius spins back and rushes to Javert, his heart pounding in his chest that threatens to explode with joy.

"Monsieur! Oh, thank God!"

He does not know whether to smile or to cry in relief, so he does a little bit of both, his tears flowing in rivulets down his cheeks while he lets out a choked laugh. Hands dart forward and grabs on energetically onto both of Javert's upper arms.

"So you knew this all along? Why did you not simply tell me, monsieur?" He vigorously shakes his head, still so overwhelmed with the discovery that he cannot seem to stop his hands from trembling even when they are latched onto Javert in a death grip. "I have been so ungrateful, when I have always been in debt to you. Ah, but it matters little. You have your reasons, I suppose, but it does not alter the fact that you have saved me, and that M. Fauchelevent has saved us both. You have been right all along, monsieur: He is a good man. No, no; he is an angel sent down from the stars of heaven itself! How could I ever repay him? I believed that I would never see Cosette again, that I would die without her, and yet because of him I have another chance to see her face, to be with her again in Paris. He has saved me from the barricade! And not just I, but you too, monsieur. It is because of him that we both live!"
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[personal profile] unetrustworthy 2013-08-15 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sounds lonely."

Those words, to her, also meant isolation. Abandonment. Exile.

Things she was all too familiar with.