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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.
backwordscompatible: (crying)

[personal profile] backwordscompatible 2013-09-04 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[It wasn't just blatant ignorance, though. No matter what Zatanna did--repeat herself, shout, tug on their coattails...it was like she wasn't even there. They couldn't see her. They couldn't hear her.]

[After the fifth person this happened with, she started to cry.]
ihope: quieticons @ ij (10)

[personal profile] ihope 2013-09-04 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
For most people, there's this state of being that's not quite intimidation after meeting a man face-to-face after only having communicated through computers so far. Lex lacks that in-between of wonderment and disappointment. He stands tall without knowing on what ground he steps on, he's as calm outwardly as his odd partner seemed to be inside. When he's acknowledged, he takes a step closer, not one more.

The chill is still in the air, or in his mind. He's self-aware. He knows and has to control every movement of his, from the blink of his eyes to taking a breath. Everything is so dreadfully even. 'Krypton'. One name that rendered pathetic all of mankind's accomplishments thus far. No intelligent life out there-- like Hell.

"Krypton" -by God, it even rolls off the tongue like something exquisite- "as it was or as you remember it?" And he's not afraid of his question nor of the answer. It's more than he would have known otherwise had he never fatefully stumbled into this dimension.
seetoomuch_dontseeenough: (losing clarity)

[personal profile] seetoomuch_dontseeenough 2013-09-04 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
[He nods. He thinks he knows the way out. He doesn't really know what to think, all things considered, this place far and beyond anything he could have imagined and experienced in that it is a realm that manifests in his waking moments the things he'd only seen before when he was sick.

He swallows hard, and lantern in hand he turns around to make his way through the forest. Will isn't sure if the manifestations are controlled by his thoughts or are wildly chaotic, but he tries to make the connection that finding his house through these woods would be the way out. He would walk up onto the porch, open the door and cross through back into Sinbrilee.

He shouldn't be surprised really, but it's jarring how much this forest looks like the one by his farmhouse. A fleeting thought: he wonders if he's even left his world at all. Wonders if Keeliai and Sinbrilee were just a dream.

But remembering the other presence that's with him reminds him that this is happening.]
leviathaned: (For this darkness)

[personal profile] leviathaned 2013-09-04 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Sei follows, and notes the shift in Will's demeanor, follows him close behind with only the crunch of feet in the snow. It's the silence now that bothers him, with only their walk to break it, and he wonders if, perhaps, this deathly silence is always in Will's head.

That won't do. He can't meddle or solve or do anything about Will's problems but this is-this is too much. It's just something to break the silence. It's just something to comfort him.

Without fanfare or warning Sei whistles, something almost like a dirge as he goes, muffled by the snow and trees but there's something like the Pied Piper about all the music that comes out of Sei. It soothes. It calms. It is alien and blanketing and still somehow so very human, like a warm cup of cocoa to say everything will be alright.]
wingedwarrior: (yes we are the best ty ty)

[personal profile] wingedwarrior 2013-09-04 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Shayera is going to do her best not to laugh at Zatanna's impression of Batman, because she pretty much nailed it. Hint: she's snickering.] It can be kind of difficult to get in touch with the funny looking one. How about another? Maybe Superman? Guy with a big red "S"?
heartofgraces: (22)

[personal profile] heartofgraces 2013-09-04 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
"...I still wish I could have...said it in person. Have found out when he was still alive. That's all."
escarabajo: (Jaime: FACEPALM)

[personal profile] escarabajo 2013-09-04 09:12 am (UTC)(link)
I guess. And-- and screwing up because of it, since there's no way to tell which way is right and which...

[A beat.]

Oh my God, that's what this place is. It's therapy. Well, freaky underwater space pyramid, you got what you wanted! I'm scared, I admit it, now let us out!
seetoomuch_dontseeenough: (thank goodness)

[personal profile] seetoomuch_dontseeenough 2013-09-04 09:36 am (UTC)(link)
[It is, or else it's the buzzing from all the killer's he's connected with droning together in the background of his mind. Luckily that isn't the case right now.

The sound startles him a moment, but only a moment because of his being accustomed to silence. It's... nice. Will could whistle enough to call his dogs, but not enough to keep a tune. His shoulders relax some; he hadn't even realized he was that tense, but one never does until they let go, do they?

Sei's whistling is almost motivating to him. The sense of comfort is something he hasn't had in a long time. It seems like the trees are thinner and he can see a light ahead.]
angermanaging: (γ and back trying to replace)

[personal profile] angermanaging 2013-09-04 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
If Bruce had never had an issue talking about his condition, it'd be long gone by now, with the amount he's done it since arriving. He can be sensitive and prickly to certain aspects of it, but speaking of it in general terms doesn't bother him, and he's well aware that what Annabeth knows, Percy also knows.

He waves a calming hand. "It's fine. I figured you knew, and I can... talk about it. I won't explode." There's a note of dry sarcasm there, poking at both himself and others, who might be worried about said explosion.

Bruce looks over at the cabins and can't help but say, "Let me guess, that one was yours?"
browbeater: Ooooooh it's too real. (No need to worry cause everybody)

[personal profile] browbeater 2013-09-04 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"What compound? Why do you live on a compound?" Mako asked, each question slightly more incredulous than the last. He hadn't heard of any compound, or any guards so the questions were pretty much circling around in his head. He climbed up the snow after her, taking a look around.

Now, he wasn't sure if there were guards. Were they like the police? How hard were they to avoid? Probably kind of hard in a snowy place like this. They really stood out against the snow, if it was calm out.

"How far away are your mom and dad?"
browbeater: Ooooooh it's too real. (No more destination no more pain.)

[personal profile] browbeater 2013-09-04 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
He glanced back at him when he heard the comment, a bit of a confused look on his face. If Richard thought he believed his story, he could probably guess with certainty that Mako had figured it out by now. "You don't have to sound so formal, geez."

It was really obvious that he had gotten more than a little lost, he'd gotten very lost from wherever he was supposed to be, and Mako wasn't even sure that included the harbor, either.
browbeater: Ooooooh it's too real. (Would you believe it's nighttime?)

[personal profile] browbeater 2013-09-04 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm fine," he said in response to her question, and looked up as she instructed. It was pretty obvious it was a dream by then, and he didn't look openly upset about anything at least. "You're not supposed to be here, are you?"

Actually, his voice sounds older. Because he is older. It's a seamless transition, much the way it would be in a dream. Much like every other transition would be, except the magic is not quite there when you realize it's a dream. And Mako looks a little embarrassed, too, at what she's seen. It wasn't like he was the most gracious of kids growing up, and how often he got in trouble wasn't anything to be proud of showing.

"... Yeah, pretty sure you aren't supposed to be." His dreams of Korra never intersect with his dreams of his parents.
iguanasolution: (12)

[personal profile] iguanasolution 2013-09-04 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Frank shakes his head. This isn't his place after all. He's managed to control it to some degree to get Annabeth out but this is still a piece of Annabeth imagination. A piece Frank had shared, one he had been there for- but still Annabeth's.

"I think... well, I managed to change some things when I focused, maybe you can find the way out if you focus?"
iguanasolution: (6)

[personal profile] iguanasolution 2013-09-04 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Frank is about to ask about the strawberry fields- shouldn't they have vines? Bacchus was very strict about any kind of addiction in camp and specially alcohol (even though his own children had a tendency for it), but they had been told the Greeks (the original ones, not the camp) were more lenient about this kind of thing.

Still it's something else he's really curious about. "Can we go see the armory?"
andaway: (You don't really love that guy)

[personal profile] andaway 2013-09-04 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
['Neutralized' echoes inside of Clark's head like a threat. And that's kind of what it was anyway, wasn't it? Clark wasn't dumb enough to not get the situation. The question was: was this the girl's doing? Did she know what was going on? Or was she a victim of this place?]

Look, I don't know who you are, or why did we end up here- but these are my parents and I can't let anything bad happen to them.
duelkatana: (we are the sun)

[personal profile] duelkatana 2013-09-04 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Leonardo grits his teeth, his concentration funneling down with pinpoint precision on the man standing on the opposite side of the arena. He doesn't know where the little girl went, but it's better she's not here - especially since this crazy guy, whoever he is, seems to be doing his very best to take Leo's head off.

He reaches for the katana strapped onto his shell, but to his surprise, his hand closes around thin air. Leo manages only a moment of confusion before this strange, bone-deep sense of the earth flying through air is screaming into his ears to move. He drops to the stone floor just in time to keep the first rock from caving in his skull; rolls quickly to the side, listening to the second smash into the ground and shatter into fragments.

And they keep coming.

Sorry you don't like his fancy moves, Mr. Boulder; for now, that's all you're getting. The close calls are becoming less close as he gives in to this...seismic sense and lets it tell him where the projectiles are coming from. But he's still trying to figure out his counterattack, how to close the gap. Getting close to this guy seems dangerous - if he just had some sort of weapon...
fatedchaos: (☾; of what you've seen before)

[personal profile] fatedchaos 2013-09-04 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
You go first.

Vanessa nods, looking up at the smaller distance from here to the top. That's useful. Really useful, because she was honestly not looking forward to climbing that whole way back up. There's a flash of a smile before she begins to climb. It's easy. Well, easier, even if her arms still shake a little bit.

When she makes it to the top, she hauls herself up and over the edge, taking a moment to catch her breath. And then she's rolling over to look back down at Annabeth. "See? Easy as pie."
anything_it_takes: c'mon guys i'm dying out here (guys back me up here)

[personal profile] anything_it_takes 2013-09-04 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Leo has never grown taller than his father, and he never will. The sense of childlike awe that accompanies his deep respect is unlikely to fade entirely, no matter the effects of age on either master or pupil. Yet the imposing nature of his father's stature puts no distance between them, for it's more than matched by love, an emotion that pervades the dreamscape.

Dream-Splinter nods deeply in return for the formal bow. "You are always welcome here." His muzzle broadens slightly, eyes curving in that warm humor. "My son thinks very highly of you."

"Senseiiii…" Leo practically whines in a voice that is 100% put-upon and marginally embarrassed teenager. Daaaad, not in front of big brother!

Splinter chuckles at his son's expense. Even in Leo's head, he has a wicked sense of humor.

He's also perceptive, white ears tilting to indicate the faded circle of candles lingering at the borders of the dojo. Hamato's gestures are so sparing that every one seems to communicate worlds of meaning. "Your mind is troubled."
bankrolls: = (dead giveaway)

[personal profile] bankrolls 2013-09-05 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Selina looks at him, almost critically, even though the smile hasn't left her face. She knows how Bruce gets, worrying too much about her well being for his own good -- because she can take care of herself, and she's certainly not about to let him forget that. She doesn't pull her hand away, but she gives him a pointed shrug.

"It's sweet of you to worry, Bruce, but I think I've got this one covered," she says lightly, and gives his hand a tug. "But if it's all the same, I think we could both use a change of scenery."

[personal profile] urbanmagic 2013-09-05 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Slightly colder. Did you turn directions? [She'll just... stay put in case they magically miss each other.]

[personal profile] urbanmagic 2013-09-05 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Traci doesn't hesitate to follow, pondering on this. Well, it's true that most people don't even seem to realize that there's a spirit of winter, but...

"So you decided to stay for the children." A pause as she considers this. "How long ago again?"
oathwalk: (088)

[personal profile] oathwalk 2013-09-05 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
"I know. And I am sorry."
oathwalk: (child02)

[personal profile] oathwalk 2013-09-05 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"R-right! Sorry." Look, it's not like he has had a lot of practice with friendship. There was Asbel, and Sophie, and . . . Cheria and Hubert could sort of count? Maybe a little? He'd like to be their friends.

"I'm Tiger Festival, by the way."

Asbel Lhant has a lot to answer for.
leviathaned: (For this wisdom)

[personal profile] leviathaned 2013-09-05 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[When he sees the light, Sei picks up the pace--or, more likely, picks up to his normal walking pace, whistling all the while. He pulls ahead of Will and the light glimmers and gleam, twisting and azure and flared out as wings, radiant off the snow and trees as he comes into the clearing.

For a moment, before Will reaches it, Sei's feet clack on the cobblestones of Whitechapel, and he laughs, clear as a bell. 'Home' is never something he's had the luxury of feeling, and his dreams are easily superseded by others.]
backwordscompatible: (crockblocked)

[personal profile] backwordscompatible 2013-09-05 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Zatanna was about halfway there when she abruptly paused. Her brows narrowed for a fraction, and she closed her eyes and concentrated on...something.

Then, when she opened them again, she turned in the general direction Superman stood. Seeing through him, but actively looking. Like she suddenly knew he was there.

"I can sense you now."