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tushanshu_logs2013-08-09 07:07 pm
ironwood) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-08-09 07:07 pm
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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[He looks at the wall, half-expecting it to attack him or start talking to him.]
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[She raises her eyebrows when he stares at the wall. Kyle, you silly boy.]
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[Okay then.]
Ladies, you're both pretty?
[HELP.]
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[You're supposed to be on her side, Kyle!!111]
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[last ditch attempt at diplomacy!!]
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So.
You're in my dream then.
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[He holds up both hands as he says it, and then drops them as he comes nearer to her. He doesn't have to hear her heartbeat to know she's upset, afraid, maybe angry too.]
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[ she plays with a few rings on her fingers and leans against the wall. She doesn't want Kyle to recognize how upset she is.]
I'm sorry. You don't have to be here. You don't have to stick around and fix things. Again.
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[He shrugs. She's private, like he is, and he won't call her out on it if she wants to keep it from him. It's not his place.]
C'mon, maybe if you try showing me around, she might cooperate. Who could resist my good looks, right?
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[She smiles weakly and takes his hand; slightly sweating fingers entwine with his.]
Let's see if we can find the library again.
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[Grumble, grumble. But he lets her lead.]
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[she pouts slightly. There's no promise that she'd be able to find anything even if he had a request but maybe he'd be able to distract the TARDIS.]
Fine, where do you want to go. Time and space does require the console room that we're currently unable to get to.
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Is there a swimming pool or is that my imagination?
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[He peers around the corridors, almost as though he expects to be misled too.]
Hey, you know how to get out of a maze?
[It's a gentle, teasing question, rather than one he expects her to have a serious answer to.]
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[She's gentle and teasing back, or at least as best as she can be. It's clear she's a little nervous and upset]
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You read too much. Use thread, silly.
[Then he pouts, looking at the vast maze of corridors.]
Man, I could do with some rescuing. I have no idea where we are.
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[She swallows and looks around. It's a maze of endless similar looking corridors. And even if she knew the way to the pool, said "way" could shift at any time. Time, space, proportion, nothing mattered in here.]
I don't know either.
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[It's not often he says things with a child's faith, but he has it now.]
How about that way?
[He points, to a nondescript looking corridor.]
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Overcome with joy, Clara lets go of Kyle's hand to dash forward to the console. She runs her fingers on the familiar buttons and levers. Not only is she pleased to be found but it's so comforting to return to the room that's become like a home to her. She laughs and the sound echoes throughout the room.]