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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.
heartofgraces: (48)

Sounds like a party!

[personal profile] heartofgraces 2013-08-16 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I'm here.

[Something about the way Tony says it, the way he's acting, sets all of Asbel's nerves on edge. He's not a perceptive man all the time, but he doesn't have to be. This kind of feeling and odd behavior has no reference point, except-

There's a echo out of one of the mirrors, with a voice so harsh it's barely even recognizeable, snarling 'Do not forget your place because I have shown you kindness' before Asbel shuts that down. No. That wouldn't happen again.]


It's a dream, but that doesn't mean it's not bad for us. Come on, we should leave.
funkindofwicked: ([turn look] 088)

[personal profile] funkindofwicked 2013-08-16 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tea hadn't even heard him entering. But he calls them "Ma" and "Pa" and she knows who she is looking at but doesn't know how he knows them.]

This? This is--[The she pauses.]--Maybe I should be asking how you know this place?

[And just then the woman turns away from the stove with a pan full of sizzling sausage. "Sit down before it gets cold, dear."]
andaway: ([Unimpressed])

[personal profile] andaway 2013-08-16 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
They are my parents.

[He walks next to the old woman, crouching in front of her to be at her eye level. No, it's... it's not exactly the same Ma, he should have guessed. There's little difference, but enough to be noticeable.] It's fine Ma, I'm not hungry.

[He turns to glance at her, pushing his glasses up.] I should probably be the one asking how do you know them, actually.
browbeater: Ooooooh it's too real. (No need to worry cause everybody)

[personal profile] browbeater 2013-08-16 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"A guard to what?" he asked. She didn't look that much younger than him, but she also didn't look like any of the kids he recognized. She probably still had family, even out here in all the snow.

His voice was somewhat muffled, talking through his scarf like he was. He immediately moved to peer where she'd just been staring.

"Hey, I think there is something down there...!"
funkindofwicked: ([glare] 079)

[personal profile] funkindofwicked 2013-08-16 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
You're...parents? [Are they even looking at the same people. They can't be his parents.]

Look Specs, these can't be your parents because these two are from some podunk farm town in the middle of Nowhere, USA and you're not the skinny blonde bimbo who lives with them.

[Why is he saying that when Tea knows these are the two Supergirl is living with. She's seen them before. She knows this place.]
browbeater: Ooooooh it's too real. (Well I met an old man dying on a train.)

[personal profile] browbeater 2013-08-16 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
The woman jumps a bit when she realizes Korra is watching them. She gives one final look to Mako, who sullenly stops whining. But with the two of them together, it was easy to tell that Mako very obviously took after his mother-- and her clothes had a redder hue, though nothing you could easily point to as Fire Nation, though it was still fairly obvious. She looked back at Korra now that her kids had stopped fighting for the time being. "Hello, I'm sorry if they were being loud."

The list she'd had read out for various stops for groceries, and for clothing, too. She hadn't even been able to get started yet, with anything except paying her electricity bill. "They're usually better behaved than this..." Though Bolin waved at her from his mother's side, hello pretty lady...
andaway: ([Ma and Pa])

[personal profile] andaway 2013-08-16 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Smallville. [He hisses it out, he never took people insulting Kansas and his hometown well.] They are from Smallville, and so am I.

I don't know who's the skinny blonde bimbo that you're referring to but- [And suddenly he closes his mouth. Blonde girl who knows his parents? Not too hard to guess, it should have clicked the moment she said it but his Kara had never lived with her parents. She had never wanted to.

Still, different universes different strokes... so he has to take a guess.
]

Do you mean my cousin?
kelpful: (new york)

[personal profile] kelpful 2013-08-16 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Percy drops into the creek, enjoying the wash of water over him - even though, as Hayley might note, it's not touching him.

"Not...as many as there should be. But definitely more than there were." He frowns a little at her question. Around them, the world shimmers a little. he can't remember, it's been so long. "As...many as we need," he says carefully. It's still right. "Whatever god has kids, they get a cabin. It's not as big as Camp Jupiter, but they have whole families there. People who are legacies - descended from gods instead of being their kids. It's more like Town Jupiter, really."
funkindofwicked: ([confused] 118)

[personal profile] funkindofwicked 2013-08-16 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Cousin? You're telling me that your cousin--[And she has to stop from saying her name out loud because this is just ridiculous. She looks him over, intensely. She almost wants to use x-ray vision on his clothes, but of course it doesn't work.]

Black hair, blue eyes...yeah, I get it now. Glasses don't change your face as much as you think they do once you know what to look for.

[She knows who he is. If this is his home and these are his parents and she's his cousin, then Tea knows exactly who she's talking to.]
epigrammatical: (marsyas listening to you)

[personal profile] epigrammatical 2013-08-16 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"'A comfort' is not a sobriquet with which I am particularly familiar." He stares at the cemetery, feeling cold. "I suppose it would be ungrateful to speculate that the attendance was prompted by the desire to confirm the finality of it all." He chuckles, mirthlessly. "I expect I am a veritable Mephistopheles in the popular imagination, a century on. There are worse fates—and besides, the Devil has the finest music at his disposal, does he not?"
wintershepherd: (falter)

[personal profile] wintershepherd 2013-08-16 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then stay," Jack answered immediately, concern flashing through his expression. "Whatever you need, I'll get it for you."
wintershepherd: (friendship)

[personal profile] wintershepherd 2013-08-16 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
The look Jack gives him is more than any words can ever say, as though he's been waiting his whole life to have that simple phrase rewarded to him. Happiness pulses through him, fills the space like a bright sunbeam, uninhibited by the peculiarities of this place, things he ignores or simply doesn't notice aren't possible let alone probable.

"It's everything I've wanted," he answered, a gentle hand drifting through the young girl's hair. "I'll do anything to protect this, all of you." It's unspoken but the all encompasses the dark-haired figure as well. Anyone that was important to those who were important to him...
backwordscompatible: (grateful)

[personal profile] backwordscompatible 2013-08-16 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll stay...for a little while." There was no harm in that. It was peaceful here. Safe. Why not? "But eventually, I have to go back."
dustonmyfeet: (helpless blind girl over here)

[personal profile] dustonmyfeet 2013-08-16 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Toph was quiet for a long moment, lips pressed together. Her body in the reeds did not relax.

"They take me back in." Another press of the lips. "People treat me just fine. But just because it's nice doesn't mean it's good."

Again a call rang out, this time from a direction behind them. Stirring from the reeds, she crept to the next clump, jockeying for a better position that wasn't as visible from all sides. The to the next. She was near to the bridge now, where the shore was much narrower, the side of the bank steeper. Hands and feet moved quickly, digging into the mud as Toph aimed for a shadowed location under the bridge.

Until the unstable earth slipped, sending her tumbling into the lily pad-laden water of the pond.
lostundercover: (Costello staredown (the departed))

[personal profile] lostundercover 2013-08-16 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Costigan accepts the drink as soon as it's ready, the other man's words coming not a moment after. He turns towards the source, finally laying eyes on someone who both seems more substantial and who he believes he may recognize from the city before this party. Either way, at least a conversation has the potential to give him more to work with and to understand about where he is and why.

Unfortunately, he also recognizes those signs of deep alcohol use all too well, having had more than one uncle inflicted with the condition. Maybe it's better that this guy isn't the one that Costigan thinks, that he might just be a projection of some other person's memories or dreams.

"You could say that." He takes a sip of his whiskey as he straightens to meet him at the same level. As a test, he nonchalantly adds, "You take enough arched doorways, one of them is bound to be a party."
dustonmyfeet: (sorrow)

[personal profile] dustonmyfeet 2013-08-16 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
There's nowhere to go. The wall spreads in two directions, flat and unyielding, and there is no cover to be had. Toph's reaction is much like Lin's -- to twist in the direction of the voice and stand steadfast in the grass, ready to take on the approaching challenge.

The identity of the woman is unknown; Toph doesn't say. But she's all business as she brushes past Lin, whose presence seems to remain accepted, if not given responsibility or gravity. It's as though Lin is there, but her role is not part of the proceedings.

"What are you thinking?" the woman hisses, swooping down upon Toph, glaring into sightless eyes. "You're ill; the doctor said you should be in bed at all times. Do you know what could happen-- . . ."

"I heard voices." Toph's voice is unyielding to match hers, unapologetic. "I wanted to-- . . ."

She's cut off as the woman apparently spies more eyes at the hole. The woman is suddenly on her feet, slashing at the air. "Go! Home!"

They scatter like leaves in the wind.

Barely seeming to have heard Toph, she scoops the girl up, passing her to Lin's arms. ". . . Take her back to the house. Make sure she stays in bed."

Toph flames with heat against Lin's skin -- a combination of fury and fever. "I want to talk to them!"

The woman doesn't seem to hear; she's already half-gone, marching towards the compound gates. Toph twists, squirms against Lin's hold. "I never talk to anyone; you never let me out! You hide me." There are tears, hot, on her face. "You hate me; I'm not what you wanted!!"

No response. The woman is gone.
lostundercover: (are you even speaking words)

[personal profile] lostundercover 2013-08-16 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Came through?" He asks, but almost immediately realizes what Tim means. The archways in the ruins lead to memories, fears, and dreams. Whatever is causing it, this isn't real and this guy is seeing what is obviously his own memory. He's not thrilled about that, given that his history in jail isn't particularly common knowledge, but he supposes it could be worse.

"Where's the door? Can you get us out again?"
raisethemoon: (Lawl)

[personal profile] raisethemoon 2013-08-17 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
A winged horse. Like that.

[She nods to the sky, where a few dream-construct pegasi do indeed fly past, vaguely remembered ponies she knew long ago.]
amonfire: <user name="narben"> (For redemption I'll pray)

[personal profile] amonfire 2013-08-17 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
The rickety old chair groaned as Amon threw his leg over it and stood; everything about the apartment-cum-Equalist base looked about to fall apart against even a stray breeze.

"Possibly," Amon replied with his head still poked out the window, "Popular theory is the Councilman will throw a gala at the drop of a hat whether its a new bill he got through or just to impress a pretty girl."

Amon then made a snorting noise most unbecoming of the future guerilla leader, "Youngest council member to date with the position of chairman forecasted for his future - so it's no wonder he's the gaudiest fathead in current politics." The last statement sounded both amused and disappointed.

"Enough about politics - it's depressing," Amon clapped Korra on the shoulder as if to hammer home the reality he had no blessed idea who or what she was in this Dream, "Water Tribe have the hardest time acclimatizing but don't worry, sister, it gets better."

Everything about Amon was the same yet different. Not yet in his thirties he was, for lack of a better term, fresh faced; he rolled on the balls of his feet, fidgeting really, when there was silence between, and had a more relaxed air to him than he did in the twilight days of the Equalists. He was awkward, young, and excitable despite the colours he wore and the cause he stood on the shoulders of. This was Amon when a small ghost of his former life still lung to him where it swam in the back of his eyes that were still wide and blue even from behind that mask.

"The others must have picked you up before you even had a chance to eat," Amon smiled with his eyes before pulling open the door, "Narook's is just around the corner. Man there is a non-bender; he takes care of us and Water Tribe immigrants when he can. Good noodles, too. Come on."
Edited 2013-08-17 03:50 (UTC)
raisethemoon: (Full of stars)

[personal profile] raisethemoon 2013-08-17 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
A pleasure. I am Luna.

Did you make this snow? [It's actually a perfectly reasonable question, from her point of view.]
saisamour: (YOU BELONG TO ME)

[personal profile] saisamour 2013-08-17 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[So that pretty much causes Marius to fluster, and he hastily averts his eyes to one side as his cheeks turn a deep shade of red. His feet shuffle as he fidgets with the edge of his coat.]

I-I apologize, mademoiselle.

[Because what else is he to say about that?]
redhairedqueen: (pensive)

[personal profile] redhairedqueen 2013-08-17 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Youko is quiet a moment at that, listening to the crackles of the fire around them. She doesn't want to touch the bodies any more than Raimei -- though she could certainly see that it wouldn't be nearly as bad for her as for the other girl.]

If it were me . . . I wouldn't want to rest like this. Exposed to the sky and the wind and everything that walks by.

They are your family. You should do what you think is best. How you think their wishes would best be honored.
heartofgraces: (22)

[personal profile] heartofgraces 2013-08-17 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Asbel looks down and stifles a grown-he liked this coat, now he'd have to find and convince a Kedan who could make him a new one, that stain was never coming out, before looking back up to Richard.

"...Are you sure you're...holding up okay?"
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[personal profile] heartofgraces 2013-08-17 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't respond, not verbally, at least, but Lambda buries his face in Richard's shoulder and starts to cry. He knows the way Asbel feels, but still, it is a different matter to be forgiven by someone you had wronged.

Asbel trusts and loves and cares for them both. But Lambda is certain Asbel's capacity for that is limitless. It doesn't make it worth any less, but it isn't the same thing at all.]
lookedtothestars: (Straight on.)

[personal profile] lookedtothestars 2013-08-17 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
Jor-El notices young Kal-El first; he was facing that direction when he approached his wife.

"Kal-El," he says. Lara being here, his Lara, his beloved, has made him heady in such a way he does not remember to address the younger Kal-El with the name the boy is more comfortable with.

"Kal? Our son?"

"Yes. This is our son, Lara." His words are warm with happiness and pride. "Kal-El, she is your mother."