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Characters: Eridan Ampora, Garrett Hawke, Hal Jordan, Jim Kirk, Kyle Rayner, Mark Grayson, Pavel Chekov, Tony Stark, and Yousuke Hamamura.
Date: March 10th - 15th.
Location: Hawke, Kyle, Mark, and Chekov in an Earth Sector warehouse; Eridan, Hal, Jim, Yousuke, and Tony in the Metal Sector warehouse.
Situation: Exploring the Dreaming plane.
Warnings/Rating: None, will be added later if necessary. Starters in comments.

Comments

[definingfuture]

Nice welcome speech. That's not something that'll give you a big head.

[He says that dryly, looking around at the space view that's spreading out around them. Tony doesn't often get a view like this, true, but at the same time he's very aware that they are still in the dream realm. And that makes him uneasy.

Thanks, Ty. Thanks.]

You're really doing that, huh? You can control your dreams that easily? Sounds like a nice break-

[Tony's cut off as the hum of energy stops abruptly, replaced by a shot of energy fired from somewhere in the spread of stars and aimed straight at them. Speaking of nightmares.]

[animosus]

[Hal automatically raises an arm as if he's still got the ring on and despite the lack of ring he still manages to just conjure up a shield. It's not strong enough to protect them, but it takes the edge off of the blast so it's only bruising he has to worry about when he gets knocked over.

But more significantly, that breaks his concentration and the bubble disappears completely while their environment starts to blur.]

Yours or mine? [His mind immediately goes to the Manhunters.]

[definingfuture]

[The world around them blurs, and Tony makes a face as it shifts into something more familiar. A normal street in the middle of a city, and he recognizes the blast for what it is.]

Not yours.

[He looks grim and turns toward the direction of the blast as the armor appears, flying toward them to attack. Hal made the idea of overcoming fear sound easy, but Tony has never been on good terms with his subconscious.]

[animosus]

[A person less familiar with the antics of caped crusaders might wonder about the gaudy colours of the armour, but Hal regularly flew around in a glowing green uniform so this was just another day to him.

He pushes himself back up to his feet and holds himself as if he's readying himself for some ring slinging.]

Right. Any reason why we're getting attacked by something from you? Buried memories? Mental problems? Give me something to work with.