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]

[Just when it seems impossible for Costigan's frown to deepen, it develops into something new and impressively displeased. After a beat, his attention returns to the creature and he finally tugs it completely free. The Bostonian straightens with the thing still in his hands, turning it over to examine it as he listens to her response.]

A 'breach?' [A short glance, then back to poking at the thing.]

[dunhaming]

Yeah, our world is falling apart. When there's a breach, that means it's getting thin there and it might tear open. It's sort of like a black hole, only not quite as fast acting. Fringe team gets deployed to those sites, and if it doesn't stabilize fast enough and seems like it's going to turn into a vortex, we Amber it. Which is exactly as it sounds. Encase the whole area in a substance we call Amber, which preserves the whole place. Makes it entirely inaccessible and anyone caught in it is there for good, but it stops the whole world from eroding.

[ It's bad news all around when it comes to that stage. She even sounds a bit sober talking about it. ]

[lostundercover]

[The creature thing in his hands is forgotten for a moment as he looks at Olivia, recognizing that sense of loss.] How often does that kind of thing happen? The breach? And how often do you have to use the amber?

[dunhaming]

[ She gives a shrug as if trying to brush off any concern he might be showing. It's their problem, they can solve it well enough, there's no need for sympathy or anything like that. It's not a thing Olivia needs or wants. ]

Sometimes there's a breach every week. Sometimes it's only once a month. Just depends. Amber, we use less often. It's really a last resort sort of thing since anyone in the area would be trapped in it.

[lostundercover]

[Costigan is generally one of the last people to give sympathy. Understanding, sure, but he's not about to treat her differently because of it. Even if she is a woman. He gives a nod to her reply, thinking it's more common than he would have guessed but at least not entirely consuming. It's a rough place they come from and he's honestly not sure he could handle it.]

Glad you two are here to help out, take a break from things. I know it's not ideal, but it's nice having experience people I can trust around. More than a couple.

[dunhaming]

[ Well, that's sort of sweet. She didn't peg him as the kind of guy to express things like that. ]

Glad to be of help, in that case. Always happy to offer a bit of sanity to the insane. Or, I guess, just sort of roll with it like nothing weird is going on. That's actually all we really do. Though even I had trouble with the flying bit until Lincoln showed me a video of Superman.

[ She shakes her head. Flying people. Really. That's so unfair. ]

million year old tag?

[lostundercover]

[Enjoy it while it lasts, Olivia. It's a rare thing, and only because Lincoln has been helping him come to terms with some tough times recently. His frown returns at her mention of flying and Superman though. He hasn't seen it and doesn't want to.]

It's all bullshit. [He replies dismissively, cheerfulness mostly gone as he moves up the beach towards her, creature in his gloved hand still. One of the techs approaches with a large container and the Bostonian passes the thing off to them, then forces the same guy to accept his dirty gloves. He returns his hands to his pockets as he approaches Olivia again.]

This whole place. It doesn't get any easier or more understandable. There are no rules. You can't predict things when nothing follows the same pattern.

best kind of tags ♥

[dunhaming]

[ People have asked Olivia how she deals with everything so well, and she's never known how to answer that. It simply doesn't. She looks at the madness of the world and her mind just processes it and accepts that things are as they are, and she works from there. She shifts restlessly from foot to foot and puts her hands on her hips. ]

What if you don't try to predict things? I mean, you just can't know what's going to happen with this many people in fluctuation who are from such different places. [ She starts gesturing as she talks. ] The way that you think about all of this might not even fit the comprehension of someone else here. Sort of like holding a conversation in two different languages and thinking you understand each other when you don't at all.

I'm glad you think that :v

[lostundercover]

[Costigan comes to stand not far from her, frowning at her words. He understands what she means, a sort of 'open your mind' mumbo jumbo that would probably make it infinitely easier for him to adapt to the place they live in now. But he just can't. Accepting it is accepting that the rest of his life is subpar somehow, that there are people out there that no amount of good sense and laws and normal, hard working people can overcome. To say that it doesn't sit well would be a profound understatement. Indeed, it consumes and defines him, the idea that he can actually affect change.]

I don't want to understand. [He admits it with only the smallest hint of shame at the concept of so blatantly rejecting someone else's life or world.] Look, are you done here? I've seen enough.

[dunhaming]

[ There are some people like that, some who just can't change, or who don't want to. They're always the ones the end up leaving Fringe division. There's too much in the job that simply doesn't fit into what they can or want to comprehend, and Olivia doesn't blame them for it. What they deal with is hard. Really hard. She just doesn't find it that way. She gives a sort of "suit yourself" shrug as her only response to that. ]

You're welcome to go if you want. You can ask any of the agents by the van to give you a lift if you want to see Lincoln over at HQ. I've got to stay here until we finish dredging up bodies or find something useful.