void dream ; open

[crypdick]

WHO: The Outsider & you?
WHERE: A Shared Dream
WHEN: June, whenever
WHAT: The Outsider dreams of the Void, and sometimes people wander in
WARNINGS: Outsider often talks about or alludes to death, murder, violence etc, though he rarely goes into detail



[ You were asleep, and it almost feels like you've woken up again, but something is... strange. You get up, turn around and wherever you were sleeping is open wide to the Void.

Nothingness as far as you can see, except the strange black rock and some sort of species of whale floating in the Void, and the objects and things on the rocks.

The Void draws from the minds of who is there. Some of what is here may be random objects from this world, a hovercar or televison. But some are definitely from somewhere else - there's machines and objects and bits and pieces of architecture from the Outsider's world. Other things you may recognize from home, as the Void draws from your mind. There may even be people you know, from here or home, frozen and unmoving as if in a tableau.

While you look at something, the Outsider appears beside you in a cloud of his telltale black smoke. ]

You've found your way into the Void.

(( OOC: check here for more on how this power works. His vision power is still an option too! If you're cr, he may have pulled you in. If not, people can randomly wander in if they're sleeping the same time he is. If you have dream powers of some kind, feel free to have your character have more control over aspects of the dream, or jam with me about what that might do.))

Comments

[knaval]

Some of it is skill. You could say the same for any of the other people that survived the war, couldn't you? Especially ones far older than me.

[crypdick]

You learned and you adapted, out of necessity.

How old is the oldest?

[knaval]

[he seems uncomfortable with being granted that much autonomy, but he doesn't touch on it.]

Mmm... seven, eight million? Maybe more. I'm sure there's someone over ten million, somewhere. Maybe Cyclonus.

[crypdick]

Very long lived.

[ Cyclonus is an odd name. Though that does make him think of something. ]

Do you have a name?

[knaval]

[...]

Yeah. My first name is Sucon. Last name Deez Nuts.

[crypdick]

[ A blank, black eyed stare. The joke didn't go over his head but you never know with other worlds. ]

Is that so.

[knaval]

Yeees.

[he is just about barely hiding his mirth. the outsider's poker face just makes this all the funnier.]

[crypdick]

Would you prefer to go by your first or last, or should I refer to you by your full name at all times?

[knaval]

Full name, always.

[he doesn't realise what he's setting himself up for...]

Am I IC rn? Prob not. Do I have fucks to give? No

[crypdick]

Just to understand. "Sucon Deez Nuts" is what you would like?

this is VERY IC

[knaval]

[...it almost occurs to him. ALMOST.]

Yes! It's really not hard to understand! Sucon Deez Nuts!

[crypdick]

No, thank you.

[knaval]

Ugh, boring. You're boring.

[he rolls his optics dramatically.]

Fine, okay. My name is Riptide. Because I turn into a boat.

[crypdick]

[ Wow excuse you, when was the last time he played along with someone's joke? Being called boring is a deathly insult. His feathers are ruffled.

At least until Riptide says he turns into a boat. Is he still trying out his humour? ]

You turn into a boat.

[knaval]

[git gud, bitch]

Yes. That's really the weirdest thing in this conversation for you?

[crypdick]

Your age is unheard of, but there will always be wars, and the need for more soldiers. There will always be times when idealism is weathered under the harsh tides of reality and hypocrisy.

There will always be a need for ships as well. But I cannot say I have ever spoken to one.

[knaval]

You're not speaking to a ship. You're speaking to me. It's not a hard concept to understand...

[crypdick]

[ If it was possible for him to roll his eyes he would, but alas. ] Then I have never spoken to someone who turns into a ship.