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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've a hunger for the deviant)

[personal profile] depicted 2013-09-05 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not that interested," Dorian murmurs in reply. He walks through the atrocities before them without flinching. He will never grow to really like sights like these, but he can more than endure them. It would be foolish if he couldn't.
leviathaned: (Default)

[personal profile] leviathaned 2013-09-05 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"And I swore that off when I left London, but my point remains the same."

The door on the far side of the room opens to a rainy parlor, dark from the thunderstorm outside, and three identical doors. Sei heaves a sighs, and idly flexes the fingers of his injured arm before picking a roll of bandages off the table to...deal with that.

"...Though at this point I sort of feel like I should apologize for my subconscious' flare for the melodramatic."
depicted: (I would go out tonight)

[personal profile] depicted 2013-09-05 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
He smiles at the kiss and laughs at the retort. "When you put it that way, how could I not? One must be always seeking new sensations, after all."
backwordscompatible: (innocent smile)

[personal profile] backwordscompatible 2013-09-05 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
I know Superman! Daddy says he's a good guy too.

[Smile. ...which doesn't answer Shayera's question, but at least shows the little girl recognizes and possibly trusts him.]
depicted: (night in the city)

[personal profile] depicted 2013-09-05 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
There is something at once familiar and compelling about this dream figure. Simultaneously, Dorian is struck with fondness, trust, and wariness—but above all, attraction. Lord Jagged is the sort of person Dorian wants to know, the sort of personality that Dorian instantly and instinctively is drawn to.

He does so love beautiful voices.

It's certainly a very familiar form of greeting. Dorian offers his hand. "I already feel it will be a delight to know you, Lord Jagged." (To know a dream of you, his mind corrects, and he promptly shuts up that irritating reminder of reality) "Indeed, it is a delight already. You have a wonderful manner, and such excellent taste in how to play song."

In a century years, Dorian has not gotten that much better at holding back when he decides he really likes someone.
backwordscompatible: (just like home (except not))

[personal profile] backwordscompatible 2013-09-05 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
I have no idea.

[She tried turning back the way she came. Except she wasn't positive which way she came, so she turned in a random direction.]
heartofgraces: (62)

[personal profile] heartofgraces 2013-09-05 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Asbel exhales, shakily, and steadies himself.

"It's...alright. I'm kind of pathetic, huh...? I was trying to comfort you, and look what happened." He laughs weakly, but still a genuine, and manages to look up and smile.

"We probably shouldn't stay here too much longer."
depicted: (there is a part of you)

[personal profile] depicted 2013-09-05 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
He does wear it well, and Dorian will give him that. Even so, with a wry smile, he answers, "My ghosts consider it something of a tradition. But that isn't it." He turns his teacup in his hand. "I enjoy our relationship. Don't you? We're friends, in a manner. We get on. And we aren't so close that anyone will get hurt."

Instead of the Gravediggers, the radio changes to a piano piece. Chopin. Nocturne in Bbm. The smell of decaying flowers seeps in.

"Certain kinds of shared experiences, if you will, tend to bring people closer together." He indicates the room with a wave of a hand. "It's hard not to notice that my mind our main composer." It doesn't matter if it is a conscious decision on Bruce's part or not. This isn't really about the horrors or what they truly are under their facades. Dorian and Bruce have made choices about how they want to know each other. It is not Dorian's choice to show Bruce what else there is to him.
constants: (just praise the miracle)

[personal profile] constants 2013-09-05 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's okay, she nopes right away from Feelings Land as well, it works for everyone. She gives a nod. ]

Lead the way. I would like to see how it functions.

[ No, she's actually really excited to see how it functions, thank you very much. ]
constants: (it's a post jail date)

[personal profile] constants 2013-09-05 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ That gets a shake of her head. ]

No, I am human and heal like humans do. If I am hit I will bruise, and if I am cut I will bleed. Which is why I do my best not to get hit and cut.

[ And does a damn good job of it too. ]
constants: (wanna lay in a bed of egg mcmuffins)

[personal profile] constants 2013-09-05 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ The room is silent except for them. She doesn't need a clock to keep track of time, and has no desire for "extraneous" things like music or television. There's hardly a speck of dust, the room in pristine condition. She gives it a glance to see what's so offensive and finds nothing. ]

There is no need to decorate this house and the current state is typical, yes.
constants: ([ y ] midget driving a powered tricycle)

[personal profile] constants 2013-09-05 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ She pulls a blank sheet of paper from the bottom of her pile and passes it to Catty, then turns the crayon box to angle toward her as well. ]

But you know that you will never be a bee or an ant. It's not a possibility worth investigating because it will never be true for you, despite how much desire you have for it. That is the same with me. It would be a pointless exercise and only end in disappointment.
duelkatana: (of my heart)

[personal profile] duelkatana 2013-09-05 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
Leonardo finally rises from the gesture, a slight smile tugging at his mouth as he listens to the exchange between father and son, teacher and student. There's a tinge of flattered humility, too; he would never have anticipated being rejected by his father's counterpart, but the easiness in which he's accepted is... nice. And, punctuated by a mention of the closeness between the Leonardos as it is, comforting. (Not that he ever doubted his connection with his soul's twin in the first place, but hearing it spoken from such a revered person's mouth only seems to reinforce what he already knows.)

His smile softens minutely when he's given the opportunity to read Splinter's body language. He may be a different person, but the nuances in his movements mirror those of Leonardo's father so closely - the crescent-moon curve of his eyes as he smiles, quiet humor twinkling behind wells of deep affection. It leaves the older turtle wondering if, perhaps, some of the unfamiliar parts are what belonged to his Hamato Yoshi.

It makes him homesick, too. He misses his father. And even though Leonardo's Splinter is smaller in stature than his counterpart, there is no one else in existence he could ever look up to more.

But even this yearning is washed away by the empathetic overflow of love from Hamato Yoshi and Leo. Little Ninja is happy to have them both here, and the feeling is simply contagious.

However, the subtle flick of Splinter's ears towards the circle of candles is not missed - and it wipes the smile completely from Leonardo's expression. The older ninja looks down, feeling hot embarrassment flush through his face. It's not the first time a Splinter has caught him brooding over something, but... when he's standing in front of them, it always feels so childish in retrospect. And in front of his cousin, too!

"No, Master, it's nothing. I just..." Leonardo glances to the halo of pinpricks burning against the darkness. "... was having some difficulty with an exercise. And I became a bit - frustrated."

The truth is, the darkness, the solitude, even his inability to properly exert his power and skill over the candles - it all seemed... ordinary. Had Splinter not called his attention to it, he never would have thought that there was something wrong with the picture at all.
Edited (proofreading in the middle of the night does not happen well) 2013-09-05 07:22 (UTC)
wingedwarrior: (uh yeah totally listening)

[personal profile] wingedwarrior 2013-09-05 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
He definitely is. But do you know how to get in touch with him? A signal or cell phone or something? [Time to be a little more specific!]
traitorously: (09)

[personal profile] traitorously 2013-09-05 10:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Catty brightens considerably. She picks several colours at once and starts to draw - bees and ants at first, but she reaches for several shades of green and brown, and a garden starts to build behind them]

I've spent the last three months living on the back of a turtle. I was alive for sixteen and a half years, and I was so many different things that turning into a bee or an ant honestly wouldn't surprise me at this point. And I don't think disappointment is the worst thing in the world to experience, either. Acceptance of your place in the world is definitely important, but I've never hear any good reason for why we should just stop there.

[She doesn't sound like she's trying to convince the girl of anything. Most of her focus is on what she's drawing;beyond that, her tone is casual, like she's just enjoying the discussion]
angermanaging: (hulk γ there's a human)

[personal profile] angermanaging 2013-09-05 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's satisfying, somehow, that she's not practically unkillable like the Hulk. He takes evident pleasure in being as indomitable as he is.]

Being hit not stop Hulk. Take hits for puny humans. [Both for Shield Girl and, in a flash of memory as he recalls being huddled over her form as the helicopter crashed around them, for Betty.]
backwordscompatible: (Hi there!)

[personal profile] backwordscompatible 2013-09-05 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
You just yell, and he shows up.

[That's the theory, at least.]
una_persson: (pleased)

[personal profile] una_persson 2013-09-05 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Jagged hands off his pipe to one of the nearby robotic footmen and clasps Dorian's hand warmly between his own. "Please tell me you're not so flattering to everyone you meet; even if you are, I do enjoy a good lie. Una, where did you find this delightful young person? And why have you been hiding him from me?"

Una bites her lip, trying not to laugh out loud. She should have realised that Dorian would be charmed by Jagged—even by a memory of Jagged, for Una's own earliest memories of him are of a man of great charm and greater knowledge. "I'm sorry, Jagged; I got him here as fast as I could, I promise you. Is that a Schnabel recording I hear?"

Jagged hasn't taken his eyes from Dorian's face, not once. "What? Oh yes, yes; if that is to your taste, Mr Gray, I have many more in my collection. Won't you two join me for tea?"

"We'd be delighted, Jagged." She glances over at Dorian, quite certain that he feels the same way.
wintershepherd: (hoarfrost)

[personal profile] wintershepherd 2013-09-05 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh.

[ He moves to one of the blank walls, trailing a hand along them so that frost began to climb the empty surface. ]

You wanted it like this? Not seeing too much of "you" in this room, gotta say.
wintershepherd: (adorable)

[personal profile] wintershepherd 2013-09-05 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Besides, I didn't want to lose all this," he gestured around as though to encompass Keeliai as a whole. "Being able to talk to anyone, not to have to live out of sight and invisible... other people didn't have to think about that, when they went back home."

Jack considers the question, scratching his ear as he thinks. "One hundred and thirty four winters ago," he answers finally and then grins. "And hey, I introduced proper winters here! Like with good snows and everything. Only allowed for one month out of the year but hey, better than nothing."
alphatar: (little kid child)

[personal profile] alphatar 2013-09-05 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
“Not far, we’ll be there in no time!” Taking up a hurried pace, Korra walked quickly through the snow and looked behind occasionally to make sure she didn’t lose Mako. Were it the real South Pole, it would have taken longer to get there, but the dream accommodated Korra and her home came into view.

“I live at the compound because I’m the Avatar, I have to train there.” She said matter-of-factly. “But it gets boring sometimes, so I sneak out sometimes.” She opened the door and turned around, still holding the small pup that was happily wagging its small tail and barking intermittently.

“That’s a silly question Mako.” When she said his name, the young girl looked at him curiously at first, then cautiously. He never said his name to her.
alphatar: (Mako Tackle Hug Ice)

[personal profile] alphatar 2013-09-05 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Suddenly seeing an older Mako took a moment for Korra to adjust to. Even Korra knew that she was a little bratty kid, and she wasn’t even about to hold that against Mako. He had always shown himself as being mature in most situations.

"Of course I’m supposed to be here." She said as she put her arms underneath his to hug him. "Girlfriend privileges." There wasn’t much stopping her from figuring out how that dream, or memory (probably both), was going to end and Korra wasn’t even about to ask him about it or bring it up. Whenever he was ready to leave, she would too.
wintershepherd: (friendship)

[personal profile] wintershepherd 2013-09-05 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Best news I've heard all day!

[ One hand automatically goes up to steady her and it's like muscle memory, like he's done that motion before (he has) before he grins. ]

Of course I'll be your friend... and I'll stay until you tell me to go.
wingedwarrior: (whoa hold up what's going on)

[personal profile] wingedwarrior 2013-09-05 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't think that's going to work very well here. [Yelling is more likely to get Flash around.]
cowled: (pic#4019920)

[personal profile] cowled 2013-09-05 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
She always has had the method and the means to pick up the pieces and carry elegantly on. Bruce scrutinizes her briefly, annoyed at her unshakable poise, but he nods in capitulation.

"We're in the dreaming. This way." Back to where it started. And then it's a simple matter of stepping past the veil.