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.

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[bankrolls]

Selina looks at him, almost critically, even though the smile hasn't left her face. She knows how Bruce gets, worrying too much about her well being for his own good -- because she can take care of herself, and she's certainly not about to let him forget that. She doesn't pull her hand away, but she gives him a pointed shrug.

"It's sweet of you to worry, Bruce, but I think I've got this one covered," she says lightly, and gives his hand a tug. "But if it's all the same, I think we could both use a change of scenery."

[cowled]

She always has had the method and the means to pick up the pieces and carry elegantly on. Bruce scrutinizes her briefly, annoyed at her unshakable poise, but he nods in capitulation.

"We're in the dreaming. This way." Back to where it started. And then it's a simple matter of stepping past the veil.

[bankrolls]

As much as Bruce's insistence on her safety can get grating, Selina can't help but find some gratification in annoying Bruce with her demeanor. After all, half the fun of being this way is seeing the way it grates on everyone else. Driving them up the wall is all just part of the fun.

Still, she follows Bruce out of the dreaming, enjoying a languid stretch as she steps back out onto the empty Sinbrilee street. It's disconcerting, passing back into reality, like a cold, sharp chill shuddering through her, but she shakes it off with a shrug of her shoulders. "So what else do you do for fun around here? I mean, preferably something with less of a head trip."

[cowled]

He wants to tell her off for thinking of it in such childish terms. He wants to chase her across rooftops. Sometimes he thinks the best moments of their acquaintance have been spent storeys up, and Bruce looks away from her. His hand is still injured, and he wraps, then re-wraps her scarf around it.

"That depends on your definition of 'fun', Selina." Their definitions differ, after all.

[bankrolls]

Bruce wants a lot of things -- but so does Selina. She wants not to be here, for starters, but that's just the way it is. You rarely get what you want, as she's discovered. At least if you only stand around wishing for it.

"I'm flexible," Sina says airily, a devilish smile flashing over her face for just a moment. "It looks like a road trip isn't really an option in these parts, so I guess I'll just have to settle. Please tell me there's dancing around here at least."

[cowled]

He flexes his hand. He needs stitches, and to fabricate an excuse to explain away the injury. Both can be done here - one of his shoes has a first aid kit squirreled away in the sole. But he doesn't want her around for it. He never has liked letting Selina see him bleed.

"There's going to be a party. They call it a Bacchanal. If you're looking for entertainment, try that. And Selina. No stealing."

[bankrolls]

"Please. What am I, five?" Selina waves him off with a roll of her eyes, though she glances discreetly down at his hand and resists the urge to cluck her tongue. Bruce and his pride. Then again, she's been known to have hers, too. "Don't worry, I'm just looking to have fun. Not interested in stirring up trouble this time, I swear."

She holds her hands up as if in surrender, but something about the little grin on her face and the certain flair she moves with suggests something teasing, playfully insincere. "Besides, you know a little stern finger-wagging wouldn't stop me, anyway."

[cowled]

"It never does." And he'd know. He's been chasing her across hell's half acre for more than a decade now. She's not the woman she used to be, though, and he takes comfort in that. Selina... pulled herself up from nothing, became more than what she was. And she did it largely alone. He respects that more than he can say.

"I have business elsewhere. I imagine you'll be fine if I leave you unsupervised."