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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[sophos]

She half smiles, but it doesn't really reach her eyes. Legitimate reasons to be angry - she's been telling Percy that, and trying to tell herself that, for months. "As long as I don't take it too far."

Annabeth's noticed the cheek puffing before, something Vanessa does on occasion. It's kind of adorable, in a way. Very Vanessa. "That always seems to happen, too - disappearing before you figure everything out."

Oh. Right. She spins the cup around in her hands for a few moments, then nods, once. "Technically, I was pulled at first. But falling counts." She pauses. "Not alone, though. Percy jumped in after me. That's what's waiting for us at home."

[fatedchaos]

Well, now Annabeth has someone else to tell her that there's a real reason to be angry with the gods. "Revenge is never the answer, if that's what you're referring to." Justice, sure, but not revenge.

"And there's nobody who can really tell us it all now." Jimena, sure, but she doesn't remember everything. And it doesn't really matter to Vanessa now, does it? Not when she's just going to give up everything for a normal life.

Vanessa takes another sip, eyes on the table for the moment. "Percy's a good guy. With you two together, I'm sure you'll be able to get through it." She's quiet for a moment. "I know those can sound like empty words, but nothing is impossible. Not even that place."

[sophos]

"No - no, I know that. Believe me, I know." She won't be Luke. She won't let Percy either.

Her face falls a bit. "I'm sorry for that." Because sometimes, the mystery can be just as bad, if not worse. Something she's beginning to learn the hard way.

Annabeth's hands still on the cup, holding it. "It's - it's not just a place." It feels weird, talking about it, but at least she doesn't exactly feel the need to run from the conversation right now either. "It's Tartarus."

She knows Vanessa's familiar with Greek myth, so she's pretty sure she doesn't need to explain that. Still, her face sort of darkens over it all.

[fatedchaos]

Vanessa shakes her head, trying to hold back the feelings that generally accompany all that she's lost. "It's okay. It doesn't matter much anymore. At least for our generation."

Two dead, one is the Queen of the Night, one is a reincarnated goddess, and she's... Normal.

Which is something she can easily shove away from her in light of Annabeth's words. She kind of figured, back in the dream, but even just hearing it has her sucking in a soft breath. That doesn't stop the way she feels though, and she doesn't really know what she's doing when she leans forward and takes her friend's hand, but she knows it's right.

"Like I said, I know you'll get through it." There's a firmness to her voice, because she believes that. But more than that, there's hope. Simple and quiet.

[sophos]

It surprises her a little, when Vanessa reaches for her hand, but at the same time it doesn't. Except then she sort of just feels like crying, after the emotional ringer of the Dreaming realm, too, and sharing that with Vanessa; there's not much left by way of her usual defense mechanisms. Annabeth laughs a little, not really in amusement so much as an almost but not quite choking sound, and turns her hand around to squeeze Vanessa's. It's been getting a little harder to believe that lately, that they can make it through, but hearing it from someone else - someone else not even from home, it helps a little.

"Thank you," she says quietly. She doesn't even care if it's a goddess of hope thing. She could use a little hope, and for a moment, it's a relief to be able to share the fear with someone other than Percy.