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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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[He walks next to the old woman, crouching in front of her to be at her eye level. No, it's... it's not exactly the same Ma, he should have guessed. There's little difference, but enough to be noticeable.] It's fine Ma, I'm not hungry.
[He turns to glance at her, pushing his glasses up.] I should probably be the one asking how do you know them, actually.
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Look Specs, these can't be your parents because these two are from some podunk farm town in the middle of Nowhere, USA and you're not the skinny blonde bimbo who lives with them.
[Why is he saying that when Tea knows these are the two Supergirl is living with. She's seen them before. She knows this place.]
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I don't know who's the skinny blonde bimbo that you're referring to but- [And suddenly he closes his mouth. Blonde girl who knows his parents? Not too hard to guess, it should have clicked the moment she said it but his Kara had never lived with her parents. She had never wanted to.
Still, different universes different strokes... so he has to take a guess.]
Do you mean my cousin?
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Black hair, blue eyes...yeah, I get it now. Glasses don't change your face as much as you think they do once you know what to look for.
[She knows who he is. If this is his home and these are his parents and she's his cousin, then Tea knows exactly who she's talking to.]
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Whatever you're talking about, you still haven't answered my question. How do you know this place, this house?
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[And of course Ma and Pa are still settling into their seats for breakfast, looking over toward the empty seat where a certain someone should be sitting. Tea strives to ignore it.] There is nowhere more mundane in the world than this.
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Had you ever been here before?
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--And then the room begins to change. The sunny and bright lighting of the home darkenes, dimming as if shadows were taking over the room. The man and woman eating at the table didn't seem to notice.]
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[Clark does notice the chance of mood and he's quick to run by their side. He'd been ignoring the empty seat on hopes that he'd be able to hide just how much he cared about these people. Galatea doesn't seem like an outright evil person, if a little rude and blunt but still he gets the feeling showing her too much about his life and what he cares about will end up biting him in the ass on the long run.]
What are you doing? What is happening?
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Then the voice rings out from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. "You have gone over the time limit. Why is the target not neutralized?"]
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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.
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She huffs at him, walking around the table quickly.] Shut up, you blow hard. These aren't people. They're solid holograms. Hard light constructs.
[She steps to the side of the woman, who looks up at her with a cheery smile, "So you're finished then, Kar--" Tea shuts her up by backhanding her out of the chair.]
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[He was quick to move in front of his mother, trying to help her up.] We don't know that for sure, and even if they were I still don't want to see you slap an hologram of my parents.
What. Is. Going. On?