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

[crypdick]

That's a good question.

[ Which he knows implies he hasn't, so there's at least that. ]

I imagine there are those that assume I already have.

[numberthree]

[ It's a very Klaus type answer. But there's madness and then there's not, and she doesn't know him well enough to have a clue. Or at all. Aside from a name, a very strange dream, and a puzzle he'd rather not focus on. Which was rather like Klaus, too. Even if he didn't seem much like Klaus beyond those two small instances. ]


That would lead to the question why this place would bring anyone in if they were mad.

[crypdick]

Why shouldn't it?

[ He paces. ]

Generations of scholars, cultists and natural philosophers have tried to figure out the Void. They wrote books and posited theories, performed unspeakable rituals and brought themselves to the edge of death to seek it. Every person, young or old, short or tall, in an entire world knew at the very least the briefest vision of the Void, though few stepped foot there.

This isn't even the real thing. It's a shadow, a piece of it that I brought with me that exists in dreams.

Do you think you can ask a few questions and understand it? Do you think any answer I can give you will be sufficient? Once this place was filled with the spirits of the restless dead, the dreams of a world, the whales of the oceans, and those who I chose to bring there.

Now it is only me.

You will eventually wake and leave this place, and there will be silence again. And you won't even allow yourself the basic courtesy of a guest.

[numberthree]

[ Allison's eyebrows go up and she opens her mouth, but his reaction is so sudden and so certain. And it just keeps going. And so maybe that's why she looks a little awkward, even as she does pay attention to the long stream of an explanation that rolls out form him. All details she hadn't known might come that easily or that suddenly, in a rushing waterfall of annoyance and detail, until it finally reached its end.

It's the paragon of a sister and a daughter who long learned when to listen before correcting.
Shifting her weight a little from one foot to the other, her head tilting slightly, she said, simply. ]


I wasn't talking about ... your Void.
I meant, more, this planet.



But it wasn't very specific. Sorry.

[crypdick]

[ He pauses. ]

...Very well. Usually when I make mistakes the consequences are much larger.

[ He folds his arms and turns away. Sulking or embarrassed? Or dismissive? Who knows. ]

I think the Porter brings in those it finds interesting. Often those people are not sane.

[numberthree]

It's fine. I think I'm getting used to being misunderstood.

[ This, not aimed at him as Allison looked to a side with something a shrug. Like it was. Normal. Part and parcel with her life now. Not like this. Where just for the briefest of minutes she sounded like herself again, and never when it could be shared with the right people without the world falling apart even worse than it had before getting to this.

She didn't usually tell people, out there, that they had. ]

Though, I haven't met many of the insane ones, so I'll have to take your word on that.