Event | Landfall | Dreaming

[ironwood]

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.

Comments

[lostundercover]

Costigan moves around the corner into the end of the hall that Tim's resting in a couple minutes later. It's out of sight of the main population, unless they're looking on directly, giving them some time alone to talk. He runs a hand through his hair, obviously anxious already. Though whether he's more anxious from being in the jail or seeing the other guy here, it's hard to say.

"What are you doing here?" He asks cautiously.

[mrsarcastic003]

He shakes his head. "I'm not sure." 'This is your party,' he wants to say, but he doesn't, because a: he's not so sure he sees the party in this, and b: it's kind of rude. He nodes behind him, though he's not exactly indicating the space they'd just left. "I just came through, and I was here."

[lostundercover]

"Came through?" He asks, but almost immediately realizes what Tim means. The archways in the ruins lead to memories, fears, and dreams. Whatever is causing it, this isn't real and this guy is seeing what is obviously his own memory. He's not thrilled about that, given that his history in jail isn't particularly common knowledge, but he supposes it could be worse.

"Where's the door? Can you get us out again?"

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim jerks his head behind him again, motioning once more to the space they had left. "I'm pretty sure it's back there--that's how I got in here, anyway, so it would stand to reason that it would be the way to get out." He gives him a very slight smile. "Nice to meet you in person, by the way." His tone is a little dry, but he's not being facetious. He does mean it.

[lostundercover]

Costigan extends his glance past the kid to the area they came from and gives a quick nod. He spits off to the side again, expelling the blood from his mouth, his lip and the inside of his cheek cut up a bit. He looks to Tim again with the smallest smile at the other guy's manners.

"You too, kid," he replies, obviously uncaring of the words but not exactly lying either. "We need to hurry, before they call dinner."

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim nods a little. "Yeah, it's probably meatloaf night. Mass-produced cafeteria meatloaf is always terrible." Maybe not the best time for jokes, but as a former Robin, he's basically obligated to do it anyway.

Even if he never really was the funny one.

[lostundercover]

Costigan's lips quirk into the smallest trace of a smile as he returns the nod. Then he's moving forward towards the main area. Pausing for a second, he takes a half-step back and pushes into the door of the room beside them. He returns a second later, pulling on a plain white t-shirt. Then he continues towards their original location again.

"Think you can lead the way?" He calls over his shoulder. As useful as it is to get back to the main area, it would be a lot better to get out of this place completely.

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim nods. "I think so." It shouldn't be too hard to find where he'd come in, after all. It hasn't been that long, and he has a pretty decent memory. He steps past Costigan, bumping him lightly with his shoulder on his left side, indicating that he should follow him as he moves to the left.

[lostundercover]

Costigan takes the hint and follows along smoothly with Tim as they both enter the main area and then dart immediately to the left. He's still not too thrilled with the kid being here, but at least it means he can find his way out a lot more easily than if he was alone.

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim makes his way casually toward the place he'd made his appearance, looking for the archway he'd passed through on his way there. He keeps an eye on Costigan, trying to keep his body language casual and non-threatening, and still keeping the man in sight. He slows to a stop, indicating that he's arrived. Just a few more steps and they're through.

[lostundercover]

The undercover moves quickly and easily with him, grateful that the kid's memory is good enough to have the wherewithall to know where his is. Especially after a prison environment. Really, the kid's lack of questioning and general demeanor make Costigan wonder just how much he's been through and if he's had his own unspoken experiences. Regardless, now is not the time to ask and, instead, he keeps his mouth shut and just obeys the kid's lead.

"Why did you stop?" He asks quietly, pulling up beside the man.

[mrsarcastic003]

"Just wanted to make sure you were with me," he says, glancing over. "Didn't want to leave you behind. Ready to get out of here?"

Because he knows for sure that he is. Environments like this can be uncertain in the best of circumstances, and he tends to feel that 'the depths of someone's subconscious or imagination' are not the best of circumstances.

we can assume here or you can wrap it up? is that okay?

[lostundercover]

"Yeah," he replies with just a hint of mocking. The answer is too obvious for the question to be asked, but he also respects what the kid is doing and Costigan doesn't really like to be an asshole too often. Then he glances about, spotting a slightly off doorway that he suspects is the exit, but he waits to follow the other guy to be certain.

I'll wrap it up!

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim nods a little and heads toward the doorway, and out into the rest of Sinbrilee. That had certainly been... an experience, and not one he wanted to repeat. It had been uncomfortable, being that involved in someone else's mind and memory. Kind of a too-intense forced intimacy. Considering how private he generally seemed, he doubted Costigan was any more comfortable.