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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.
depicted: (I will never disappear)

[personal profile] depicted 2013-08-24 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Dorian's fingers come to a rest after the final note. He smiles at Una, too. "I hope that wasn't 1976 out there." Dorian half-turns towards her. For her, he wears a timeless black coat. "How are you enjoying Dreaming, Ms Persson?"
una_persson: (profile)

[personal profile] una_persson 2013-08-24 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm afraid it was. It's an era I'm fond of, and I make no apologies for it." She rises and steps out of the shadows; at first glance it appears that she's wearing a man's suit, but in fact it's a St Laurent le smoking women's suit, in midnight-black velvet. "The music is better in here, though. You play beautifully."
depicted: (I've a hunger for the deviant)

[personal profile] depicted 2013-08-24 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods the outfit with appreciative amusement; he always did love that kind of look. "Perhaps I should play something different for you?" He starts the first few bars of a song she may recognize before letting the notes trail away.
una_persson: (smirk)

[personal profile] una_persson 2013-08-24 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
She laughs and sings along until he stops playing, though she doesn't recall the exact words—only the melody.

"Play anything you like, so long as it pleases you. I'm happy to listen." She leans lightly against the side of the piano. "Have you any favourites? Songs, composers?"
anything_it_takes: (Space Heroes: the rebellion is growing!)

[personal profile] anything_it_takes 2013-08-24 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Any supposition that Leo's eyes could not have gotten any larger is now utterly disproven. Disbelief, wonder and elation vie for dominance, but there's a bit of each in the cheek-splitting smile that emerges as he glances at the vacant chair and back to the captain.

He's happy enough just to be here, knowing the most he could reasonably have expected would be to have Kirk show him around, maybe go to a planet and have an adventure. But to sit in that chair, and take her out himself?

Best. Dream. Ever.]


Really? I- [His voice squeaks with enthusiasm. With a modicum of self-consciousness, the young leader reins in his delight, clears his throat and straightens his posture.] I mean, yes I would - Sir!

[Thank you for the best thing that's ever happened to me, his smile beams, and then he turns to The Chair. Trailing one finger along the armrest, his eyes linger on the hallowed seat before slowly lowering himself into it. Almost unaccountably, it generously accommodates the width of his shell and the controls don't seem quite as undersized as they should.

After all, it's a dream, right?

He's gotten his grin of delight mostly under control when he looks back up at Kirk, the light of adventure lending a cocky edge to the lingering expression. It certainly doesn't take him long to take advantage of any inch he's given.]


What's in that direction? [He glances towards the star-field – so much more rich and vibrant than the white-speckled portrayal on TV, thriving with stars he never could have seen from New York – and back. What lies over that endless horizon?]
jirk: (pic#6676631)

[personal profile] jirk 2013-08-24 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jim drops his hands to the kid's shoulders out of reflex. Sure, Robin's welcome to stand in front of him, but that doesn't mean he won't get shoved out of the way at a moment's notice.

The jiangshi are stumbling, shambling caricatures of life with twisted rictus smiles and Jim frowns at them. Dream. Right. He bets he could exert enough of his will to just... magic them away, but that's not facing down a fear, it's ignoring it and hoping it doesn't come back.

So Jim flexes his fingers on Robin's shoulders and then crouches down in front of the kid (he's small, even for his age, and there's a spark of anger in him for the fact he's already been through so much--) and thinks very, very hard about the zombies wearing flower crowns. One crown drops down over the eyes of the nearest creature, and it flails a little blindly. Who knows if they actually need their eyes to see, but it's an amusing mental image. Jim looks over his shoulder at it and then turns back to face Dick properly. When he speaks, it's quiet.]


Dying is awful. I'm sorry you had to go through that. You're one hell of a kid, and if anybody deserves a second chance, you do, all right? I can't guarantee the nightmares will ever stop, or that you'll ever go back to feeling like being here is normal or right. But you're here, and you're strong. [Jim reaches out to tap his index finger against Robin's chest, over his heart.] You're allowed to be afraid and to grieve, you just have to promise yourself you won't do it forever. Take your time, and keep moving forward, and one day you'll look back and it won't be as bad as it was the day before.

[He's pulling the words from his own personal experience, and maybe it shows a little more than he'd like it to, given the fact that they're essentially mind-linked. But the truth is there, and ringing in his words.]
jirk: (pic#6676615)

[personal profile] jirk 2013-08-25 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[There weren't a lot of people that could inspire Jim's brain to just completely blank out on conscious thought, but Korra definitely just wormed her way onto that short list.]

Wh--

[He stopped. Tried again.]

Why the--

[Nope. It was like trying to turn over an engine with a blown alternator. It made all the right preliminary noises, but the charge just wasn't there. Jim held up a hand, intending to pinch the bridge of his nose, and promptly punched himself in the faceplate of his helmet. It didn't hurt, obviously, but he was willing to bet it looked damn dumb.]

Okay, I don't--

[WHY DID SHE HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL THEY WERE OUTSIDE TO SAY THIS WHEN HE CAN'T JUST RUN AWAY FROM HER OR SOMETHING. Except wait. Wait, they're in his dream. He concentrates for a moment, and suddenly they're back on the Enterprise, on the observation deck which is dark and empty, and he's out of his suit. The swiftness of the change is a little disorienting, but it gives him the freedom to rub a hand over his face and give her an incredulous look.]

Aren't you a little... young? For that kind of thing?

[THIS RECOVERY IS THE BEST RECOVERY.]
Edited 2013-08-25 00:25 (UTC)
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[personal profile] jirk 2013-08-25 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
A little planet called Vlathos by the native population. It's an M-class planet with a densely populated supercontinent. Technically it'd be breaking the prime directive to go there, but...

[Jim lifts one shoulder in an easy shrug, and stands over to the side. More of an overseer than a functioning member of the crew. He doesn't mind being apart from this. After all, dreams are meant to come true, right? His as much as anyone else's. Leo's a good kid, and he deserves to have a good time.]

Pilot's name is Sulu. If you ask real nice, he'll take us there.

[He picked Vlathos for a reason. Dense population aside, it's got one of the most beautiful locales he's ever seen. The oceans are crisp and pure and clean, the terrain is ruby and catches the light of the sun, refracts it until everything's a gentle shade of red. The creatures there live more-or-less in harmony with nature. It's a good place, although he's only seen it once.]
leviathaned: (For this darkness)

[personal profile] leviathaned 2013-08-25 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Sei had not intended to stray close to Dream, but the best of intentions rarely have much to do with reality. The temperature does not change as he walks into this room, following the sound of a song he recognizes, but a frosted blue tints across the walls, cool and crisp as the winter sky. He feels the music in his throat and chest and is halfway across the room to the piano before he realizes what's happened.

And there he stops, hand just barely bumped against the side of the piano so he feels the strike of the keys, and the fingers of his other hand curl around a well-worn handle of a violin cast that was not there a second ago, but he doesn't speak. Doesn't interrupt, and won't, until the final notes leave the keys. There is nothing but simple, reverent silence.
depicted: (I will never disappear)

[personal profile] depicted 2013-08-25 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Dorian hums a thoughtful note as he starts the first few notes of one of Chopin's nocturnes before transforming it into a mazurka. "The Romantics, perhaps? Schumann, Chopin, Wagner . . ." He changes his mind again and it's the Grand Valse Brillante, op 18. This one he settles into, working it out across the keys. "Saint-Saëns I can't say I enjoy much. Too restrained."

At one of the rests in the piece, he looks up at her. She is quite a picture there. "I'll beg you to sing more if you're not careful," he warns, and resumes the waltz.
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[personal profile] cowled 2013-08-25 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[He turns his face away. The words aren't meant to wound, but they do. He's been shot, stabbed, broken, beaten and killed more than once, but this one runs deeper than all of that. It takes him a moment to remember how to breathe.]

I hope my children think so.

[Then he turns to her, and crouches down.]

Would you rather I carry you?
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[personal profile] sophos 2013-08-25 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
It feels real, and construct or not, that's what's getting to her.

Annabeth knows the other realms exist, but this isn't Death. Death was worse. She studies Frank's face, and if there's anything she's learned about him since meeting him, it's that he wouldn't lie to her, not about something like this.

"I don't remember where it was," she gets out, making an attempt to wriggle her foot around. It hurts, but - but maybe if it can be cut this time, if she can dislodge it - something. Something to make it possible to do more than just be trapped on her stomach being tugged in two different directions.

She did walk through it. And then she was in Rome. The cavern bloomed all around her, but if it really isn't real, maybe it can still be manipulated. "Frank, I want to get out of here."

There's a new resolve in her tone, and it shakes some of foundations of the dream. Makes it more susceptible to Frank's influence, too.
wingedwarrior: (guess who just walked in)

[personal profile] wingedwarrior 2013-08-25 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay, so that option is assuredly out. She taps her chin as she thinks. If Zatanna is anything like her father, it's unlikely he's been beaten.] Well, guess I'd better kick their butts if they did.
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[personal profile] backwordscompatible 2013-08-25 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[She looks nervous when he turns away. Did she say something wrong again?]

I can tell them for you, if you want, Mr. Batman.

[She meant it, too. He was helping her. Being so kind and gentle and basically exactly what she needed coming to her rescue. When he bends down, and she gets a chance to better look him in the eye, a hand still pulls at her lower lip. Biting her thumbnail out of habit. But she still nodded at the question.]

My legs are tired. [Shyly, she pulls her hands away from her mouth and reaches them both towards him.] Up, please.
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[personal profile] cowled 2013-08-25 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
"A year," he says, and god does the time weigh on him here. The world around him twists, and almost becomes visible only through a fog, a haze of memory. Bruce's is as sharp as it's ever been, but time begets distance in some things, and this is no exception.

He misses his home. Gotham always has been his heart and soul, he ripped out his own years ago to make room for the city's salvation. To do what was necessary.

He closes his eyes, and his hand over that fabric when she's done, and then he lifts the hand up and works the fingers of the other across his palm. Selina always was good at field dressings. Even in dreams.
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[personal profile] backwordscompatible 2013-08-25 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Her nose scrunches up at the thought, but she nods with a determination in her eyes.]

Yeah! We'll kick their butts!
depicted: (I will never disappear)

[personal profile] depicted 2013-08-25 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Dorian finishes the notes his mother played and glances over to Sei. He observes the delicate blooms of frost on his walls. He looks at the violin.

Then he returns his hands to the piano and begins with the piano half of Schumann's Violin Sonata no 1, without a single word.
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[personal profile] cowled 2013-08-25 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[He picks her up without comment, pulling her against his chest with one hand. Holding her is effortless, she weighs less than the combined mass of his uniform, and he ensures that she's partially covered by his cape, the edge of which he's holding between his ring and middle finger to bring it across her back.

To the first part, he says nothing. His children know how he feels. Despite everything, they do. He's given them that much.]
leviathaned: (There is a life about to start)

[personal profile] leviathaned 2013-08-25 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't need further problem, and since this is a dream there is no time needed to limber a violin that comes out of the case eager to sound. He closes his eyes and breathes out with the first note and plays, matching his half of the sonata note for note.

In a vase nearby, a blue rose unfurls, petals so dark they're nearly black.
backwordscompatible: (grateful)

[personal profile] backwordscompatible 2013-08-25 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[She tried to wrap her arms around him, but his chest was so large, combined with the cape and everything, that she made it only partially around before she ran out of arm. Still, he held to her so securely that she was in no danger of slipping from a lack of grip. Her head pressed against his chest for a moment. Closing her eyes. Enjoying the feeling of being embraced.]

[Then she opened her eyes and peered up at him.]


Thank you for saving me.

[Manners remembered, she went back to using his broad chest as a makeshift pillow.]
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[personal profile] wingedwarrior 2013-08-25 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
That's the spirit. We'll beat them to hell and back. [Shayera gives her a confident smirk, holding up a fist.]
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[personal profile] bankrolls 2013-08-25 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
An entire year. Selina had known it was a decent amount of time, but it's good to have a number. A year, stuck here...she knows it's true, but it's hard to imagine it, at least with Bruce in mind. She's certainly not itching to get back to Gotham any time soon -- she hadn't intended to be away indefinitely, sure, but she doesn't mind the break now. But Bruce...well, they both have different relationships with Gotham. Complicated relationships.

"A year of forced vacation, and not much seems to have changed. Figures, doesn't it?" Selina's tone is arch, flippant even. She's never yielded too easily when it comes to taking a situation seriously, at least on the surface. "Then again, you can take the boy out of Gotham, but..."
backwordscompatible: (Surprised)

[personal profile] backwordscompatible 2013-08-25 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Zatanna looks surprised for a moment at the 'h' word, lips forming into a small 'o'. But Shayera was a grownup, so it was probably okay.]

[So instead, she tried to imitate her, holding her own fist in a similar fashion.]
depicted: (I will never disappear)

[personal profile] depicted 2013-08-25 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
When they complete the movement, Dorian lets his fingers rest on the keys, so lightly as to not draw a note. He looks to Sei and invites him to pick the next, if he likes.
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[personal profile] sophos 2013-08-25 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
It's a completely amazing and unknown feeling, given the normal trajectory of her dreams. There's a more open maneuverability on her end, even if she's afraid to test just how much.

She almost starts crying anew, just so completely overwhelmed by everything. "No," she replies finally, and she wills herself as much as she can to pull herself up, where somehow the ledge she's clinging to has grown large enough for her to kneel on once she gets there. "No, she fell. Once you fall..." her voice trails off, and there's temptation to look over the edge, but she resists. But the implication stays, once you fall, you can't get back up.

Finally she looks over at Vanessa for a good long few seconds, then back up at the top of the pit. Somehow, it looks a lot closer than it did before. And the tug, that dark pull from Tartarus itself seems to have lessened. She wonders if it's Vanessa's doing, somehow. "Can we get back up?" she mutters, her voice hoarse. Tired.

She's too exhausted, but it lowers the walls of her dreaming. Annabeth's too closed off for a complete mind mesh, but Vanessa's done enough for her already that she's done fighting off any potential influence.