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

[backwordscompatible]

[She looked around; the nameless faces that continued to ignore her presence seemed even more distant now than before. She tried walking up to a gentleman, but it was as if she were invisible. Nobody paid her the slightest bit of attention.]

Hey! Look at me! ...why won't you look at me?

[bridgetothemyscira]

[That was odd. Were men really so rude to ignore a child in need?] Let us try another one. Excuse me. [She tries to catch a woman's attention this time, but even she was ignored.] Please, I only wish to ask a question.

[backwordscompatible]

[It wasn't just blatant ignorance, though. No matter what Zatanna did--repeat herself, shout, tug on their coattails...it was like she wasn't even there. They couldn't see her. They couldn't hear her.]

[After the fifth person this happened with, she started to cry.]

[bridgetothemyscira]

[Oh no. She moves back to Zatanna, kneeling down to comfort her.]

There, there. I'm sure there is a reason for this to happen. [Though even she couldn't deny the oddness. Were they really people? Were they really here in a mall? She doesn't recall going to one, at least.] Do not cry, little one.

[backwordscompatible]

[She didn't react at first, just standing there are rubbing at her eyes. The tears fell of their own accord, far beyond her control.]

[But then, she reacted to Diana's soothing voice and gentle words; without warning, she turned and wrapped her arms as tightly around Diana's neck as she could, sobbing into her shoulder.]

[bridgetothemyscira]

[Diana holds her close at that, and while she has no experience with children, she thinks hugs do help in calming people down. Though, considering the oddity of the situation, she also looks around for something that seemed off, perhaps an exit she could carry her out of. It didn't seem like staying here any longer was an option.]

[backwordscompatible]

[It appeared soon after Zatanna hugged her; a small light in the distance. The exit.]

[bridgetothemyscira]

[When Diana notices it, she moves to pick Zatanna up and carry her to it.]

Let's get you out of here. It'll be all over soon.

[backwordscompatible]

[Zatanna holds tightly, wrapping her legs around Diana's waist for support. Her head nods against her shoulder, but she otherwise remains silent.]

[bridgetothemyscira]

[Once they pass the arch, Diana slowly puts Zatanna down, making sure they're out of its way. She could feel her strength slowly returning, good sign, and she looks back at Zatanna to see what happens.]

Are you all right now?

[backwordscompatible]

Yeah. I...think so.

Thanks.

[bridgetothemyscira]

Don't worry about it. It seems like we'll have to take our leave from this area though. I do not know how far its influence reaches.

[backwordscompatible]

Only one way to find out.

[And she heads off, thought at a pace just slow enough to invite Diana to walk with her.]