Event: Beautiful Dreamer; Night 118

[snowblindmods]

Characters: any character assigned to May 19 in the sign up
Location less than a dream
Date: Night 118
Summary: Something twitched in Its sleep, and some of the dreamwalkers were tossed into the ocean.
Warnings: psychological horror, general creepiness; please note any other warnings in the subject lines of posts as needed

You are weightless, as if suspended in space or in water. Indeed, the surroundings are dim as if you are deep beneath the ocean. You have no difficulty breathing, but it feels like something is pressing in on you from all sides, uncomfortably but not painfully. There's the distant call of something like whalesong, if whalesong made your heart shake. There are others here--some you may recognize, and some you may not. Perhaps you can speak to them.

Comments

[0thingsonmymind]

*This is...weird. At least he's figured out he's dreaming by now but this has to be the oddest one he's been in. It has te emptiest setting but more people than the rest.

It takes him a moment to figure out how to move, but once he does he starts looking around. Maybe he'll find something interesting or someone he knows? It's worth a try.*

[snowblindmods]

[A figure stands in the distance. It's difficult to make out any features this far away, although it wears a cloak that obscures it further. It seems to be staring at Brian.]

[keepscalm]

[England thinks this is one of his own dreams, at first. It wouldn't be the first time he's dreamt about being at the bottom of the sea. He tries to swallow the panic bubbling in his chest to look around; he sees nothing but the endless abyss and other figures, familiar figures, floating just the way he is.

There was a post this morning about something like this, wasn't there? About people experiencing a bizarre dream together?

He tries to sound sarcastic, and not terribly unnerved from the pressure pushing at every inch of him.] I suppose it's happening again, then?

[snowblindmods]

[The air around England seems alive with little, bright pinpoints of light.]

[devoutish]

Think we're going to be told about gas masks and digging deep?

[Alfie's floating nearby - not too close, but near enough to talk.]

[advanced]

[He's not surprised to see someone else there, he keeps running into people in these dreams, but he is surprised by the words directed towards him.

He pauses in his desperate attempt to swim, eyes hooded and wary.]

You know what this is?

[0thingsonmymind]

*When he speaks there's a distinct feeling of it not being normal. Something more akin to telepathy or thoughts being broadcast.
Also the 'speech' is accompanied by writing in the air before him. Clean text, just like over the Norfinbury network. Except every O is crossed out, replaced with Ⓧs.*

may be
i won der how
l o n g

*How many nights this'll happen. Is it the new normal?*

[canyouhandlethismany]

[An hallucination? The wound pain is gone and everything feels like... a dream, perhaps? Leon blinks, looking around and checking the other people around him. He's apparently not alone in... this, whatever is happening.

He just waits for now, there's no way out in sight and everything feels too unnatural to be real.]

[snowblindmods]

[The air in front of Leon begins to swirl--looking almost like a whirlpool, but not quite.]

[iustitia]

[Terezi sniffs down at her yellow Prospit pajamas and does an experimental flip in midair, or whatever the equivalent is in such a formless place.]

Huh! This is different.

[The grin on her face and the tone of her voice are carefully constructed to sound flippant, but Terezi is not very 0kay with this. Derse and the Outer Ring hadn't ever been nearly this unpleasant to navigate. The low, resonant song reverberating in the distance doesn't help matters, either.]

[snowblindmods]

[Around Terezi, brightly-colored plumes of clouds begin to blossom in the air, purples and blues and oranges.]

[0thingsonmymind]

*Those pajamas sure are familiar...please don't mind the strange masked guy staring at you, Terezi. Or do. Either way he's still staring.*

[devoutish]

[What a time to meet a troll for the first time. Don't mind Alfie as he just stares a little bit.]

You - you're stuck in Norfinbury too, yeah?

[averytinyparticle]

Whoa!

[It's the first thing out of Quark's mouth when he takes in his strange, blank surroundings.]

This is...another dream?

[But there are all these other people, and they all seem to be aware of what's going on. This is so weird!]

[snowblindmods]

[A cloaked figure floats above, staring down at him from a great distance, and from upside-down, although its cloak does not seem to be affected by any sort of gravity.]

[0thingsonmymind]

ithink a dream, yes

*When he speaks there's a distinct feeling of it not being normal. Something more akin to telepathy or thoughts being broadcast.
Also the 'speech' is accompanied by writing in the air before him. Clean text, just like over the Norfinbury network. Except every O is crossed out, replaced with Ⓧs.*

[fairygodtroll]

Laaaaaaaame.

[ Because wow. Seriously? W o w. This has to be the most boring, lamey-lame weakslime dream for losers that Vriska has come across yet. Where's the excitement? The drama? The anything?

It's like a really shitty party that doesn't involve any partying. An anti-party. Vriska groans in a way that suggests she's just died of boredom, flops forward, and floats around in as corpsey a manner as possible. THIS IS STUPID. ]

[snowblindmods]

[A cloaked figure floats by below her, flat on its back as if it were floating on a lake. Its cloak remains covering its features as surely as if it were glued on, however.]

[devoutish]

Oh-ho. Another one.

[The horns are a different shape, but she's still recognizable as being of the same species as Terezi.]

You seem entirely too used to this. This sort of thing happen often?

[notaquaman]

More of this bullshit then, is it?

[Now nice. Lovely. Well, at least this particular fucked-up nightmare doesn't involve murder or trauma or whatever other crazy shit could be thought up by a person's brain. For now, anyway.]

Whatever thing brought me here from the, frankly, delightful scene I just came from happen to have a smoke?

[This is a dream, isn't it? The very least he'd like is a dream-high.]

[snowblindmods]

[A single plume of colorful dust and gas rises in the air in front of Nathan.]

[devoutish]

[Alfie wiggles his limbs experimentally, unsure if he should try to walk or... swim? He opts for the latter, moving slowly and a bit clumsily. He won't say anything initially, but if he does happen to see someone in the distance, he'll call out:]

Who's there?

[snowblindmods]

[A hole opens up in the air in front of Alfie, impossibly black and void of light.]

[advanced]

[Even though he knows this to be a dream now, it still unnerves him to be underwater like this. The sensations are eerily similar to some of the techniques HYDRA used to restrain him and he's instinctively twisting to try and spot the surface, kicking out to swim.

The whalesong is new, different, but ultimately not his priority. He needs to find a way to the surface or he needs to wake up.]

[snowblindmods]

[As he twists and kicks, a cloaked figure slides by out of the corner of his eye.]

[ecks]

[She floats, unsure of where she is or how she got there. There was something else before -- dim memories of twisted hallways and familiar faces. Now there is...nothing.

No, not quite nothing. Ecks stirs, something deep and primordial telling her that she should not let herself be seen by whatever creature she hears in the distance. The presence of others is little comfort; with a visible start she realizes she has nothing with which to conceal her face, and spends a moment tugging at the collar of her tunic before admitting silently to herself that it will do no good.]

[snowblindmods]

[Points of light begin to streak through the air around Ecks, appearing and disappearing like shooting stars.]