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ɪʀᴏɴᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴇsʜᴀɪ ([personal profile] ironwood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2013-08-09 07:07 pm

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.
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[personal profile] kelpful 2013-09-03 11:26 am (UTC)(link)
Blackjack is snorfling up the sugar cubes before Percy even has a chance to respond. He even takes the opportunity to bare his horsey teeth in something that looks like it’s supposed to be a smile once they’re gone.

“…That would be a no,” Percy manages to say around a stifled laugh. “But yeah, these are the stables. The armoury and the arena are in that direction—” He points. “And the strawberry fields are down there.” Every Camp has strawberry fields, right?
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[personal profile] iguanasolution 2013-09-04 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Frank is about to ask about the strawberry fields- shouldn't they have vines? Bacchus was very strict about any kind of addiction in camp and specially alcohol (even though his own children had a tendency for it), but they had been told the Greeks (the original ones, not the camp) were more lenient about this kind of thing.

Still it's something else he's really curious about. "Can we go see the armory?"
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[personal profile] kelpful 2013-09-06 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure, come on! It's...uh..." Percy frowns for a moment, and the scenery around them fades for a second. "This way. I think. Yeah, it has to be this way."

And the scenery is back to being as solid as ever as Percy gives Blackjack a pat goodbye and leads his friend to the armoury. There are any number of weapons there, but the most noticeable thing is that unlike Roman weapons, these are all made out of the same Celestial Bronze as Percy's sword. "Too bad we probably can't take these back with us. We could use a horde of weapons."
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[personal profile] iguanasolution 2013-09-08 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
After waving the pegasus goodbye and getting to the armory, Frank admits to himself he's actually really impressed. He has always wondered which one could withstand a monster's attack better. Celestial Bronze was something like a legend at Camp ever since they had lost the few weapons made out of it they had once housed.

He won't tell Percy, but he'd always assumed Graecus were more into schemes and lots than actual face-to-face combat with weapons.

"We could definitely use them, if only for training. Who knows, maybe they would even harm you-know-who..."