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tushanshu_logs2013-08-09 07:07 pm
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Entry tags:
- post: npc,
- thread: billy costigan,
- thread: midii une,
- thread: tim drake,
- thread: zatanna zatara,
- † amon,
- † annabeth chase,
- † arthur,
- † asbel lhant,
- † bruce banner,
- † bryn zethir,
- † bucky barnes,
- † charles xavier,
- † clara oswald,
- † clark kent,
- † damian wayne,
- † dick grayson,
- † dorian gray,
- † finnick odair,
- † frank zhang,
- † galatea,
- † hayley stark,
- † jack frost,
- † jaime reyes,
- † javert,
- † king richard,
- † korra,
- † kyle rayner,
- † leonardo (2003),
- † leonardo (2012),
- † lex luthor,
- † lord henry wotton,
- † marius pontmercy,
- † olivia dunham (alt),
- † percy jackson,
- † rachel dare,
- † raimei shimizu,
- † scott lang,
- † shayera hol,
- † the archive,
- † tobias matthews,
- † tony stark (mcu),
- † toph bei fong,
- † una persson,
- † vanessa cleveland
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.
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!
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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[She reaches out and entangles her fingers with his. She knows the loss of a parent is hard. Losing her mum nearly tore her apart. And words like "sorry" do very little to help with the pain. But it's all she has to offer and she hates that.]
He must have been very brave.
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[He lets her take his hand, unresisting.]
Wish I'd known him.
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She squeezes his hand a little tighter and puts her other hand over his and offers him a small smile. It's the best she can do.]
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Anyway, he, ah-- apparently in this other universe out there somewhere, he lived to see me become the captain of the Enterprise. So there's that.
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"I'm sure he'd be proud of you".
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I spent most of my life doing the opposite of whatever I thought he'd be proud of, if you can believe it.
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So I can.
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First thing I ever did that wasn't playing by the rules.
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[She pats his hand affectionately.]
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Well, I'm a captain, anyway. I don't know about that first part so much...
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What about at the very least "tall and with nice abs and other muscles".
[She pokes affectionately at him.]
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[A total deadpan. Clara pls.]
Can't you just say I've got a nice ass like all the other girls?
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[A pause.]
You do have a nice arse though. From what I've seen anyway. Trousers on and everything.
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[And then a grin, and he laughs.]
It's all the martial arts. [In a stage-whisper,] A guy needs something to land on.
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[She raises her eyebrows with a face just waiting to be impressed. Then she shifts to adjust the hem of her skirt.]
Then martial arts was a calling that I completely missed. I've been told I've got a nice arse as well. Then again I have no idea how anyone would do martial arts in this dress. [She pulls on the hem again.] No idea how that works. Suppose I'm meant to be shouting orders anyway.
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Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
[Oh, he's got entire books of them, Clara. Beware. And then he just. eyes the uniform.]
Yeah, see, I actually have no idea. They are really impractical, aren't they? It's the twenty-third century! Let the women wear pants.
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[But then she's distracted by fussing with the hem of her skirt again,]
Martial Arts would definitely end with me flashing my knickers. So would running, jumping and sitting. But... They're cute as hell.
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I only use pick-up lines when I'm trying to score.
[And he wouldn't treat her that way. So forgive him his laziness, Clara, it means he cares.]
So imagine you're wearing a pair of those-- what're they called? Leggings? Then it's more of a tunic, and boom. You're set.
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[She's started to pick up on that. She definitely enjoys the flirting but hates being treated like an object. Jim respects her and she wouldn't change that for the world. Even if he is pretty cute and kind of sexy.
She raises up a leg and drops it into his lap.]
Dream me up some leggings then.
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(They're plain black, because Jim wouldn't know the first thing about women's fashion unless he's taking it off and then his standards range from 'really complicated' to 'wow she was actually wearing that?']
Better?
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Now I'm ready to explore new worlds and save civilizations.
[And able to curl up on the couch with her knees to her chest and not worry about flashing anyone. Which she does now.]
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[He drapes an arm around her and tucks his other hand behind his head. Looking up at the stars.]