(open dreamshare log) (muffled twilight zone playing in the distance)

[hackitude]

WHO: EVERYBOOOODYYYY (yeaaah) (rock your booodyyy) (yeaaah)
WHERE: DREAMSPACE
WHEN: The night of November 1st (slightly forward-dated to give people more time to play out threads mmk)
WHAT: DREAM SHENANIGANS (event info here!)
WARNINGS: None up here, but players please tag the subject lines of your dreams if they have NSFW or triggering content in them.

It's Saturday evening. What are you dreaming about, imPorts?

Some of you might find strangers intruding on your regular dreams. Others might find themselves suddenly in the dream of someone they've never met before. Or perhaps someone they're close to...? Either way. Seems like you're in for a bumpy night.

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[brushoff]

"Why would I know a way out?" he responded, with a small scowl. "I don't even know how I got here in the first place!"

Which was another thing, that Dorian only realized when he said it. How did he get here? He was in Heropa, not New York. And he has no idea just how this apocalypse must have happened. So, Dorian came up with the only rational explanation he could think of.

"I must have been knocked out or in a coma or something."

[viced]

"No fucking kidding --" he breathed, and looked around, before he tugged him a little deeper, an alcove in view, some place they could hide -- maybe. A place where the sky didn't feel like smoke, or maybe it was just easier to breathe because there wouldn't be the constant reminder of how fucked they were. "We'll just have to look, I guess," he murmured, his voice low.

He didn't want to drag anyone along through this. No matter who they were -- no matter why they were here. He reached out, to open a door, fingers closing around the handle, before he opened it, stepping into the sewers.

Those, at least, didn't seem to change. Rats. Rats everywhere, but their eyes weren't the usual black -- when the light caught them just right, the reflection was purple, like shining a flashlight on a cat's eye, and watching it shine red right back.

"Shit! This is the last thing we need to get out of here!"

[brushoff]

As the rats' eyes shone in the light, Dorian's eyes widened. Purple. What the hell was up with those animals and their eyes? The thought of rabies briefly crossed his mind (which gave him the sense of deja vu more than anything else). But unlike Mitchell, he was more curious than terrified.

"Why are their eyes like that?" There was a hint of distress in his voice--because again, the sewer was swarming with rats, but it was equal parts distress and confusion.

[viced]

"They're probably going to attack us," he hedged, his voice wavering while he looked in at the cavalcade of creatures skittering on the ground. This wouldn't go well, by far, and his hand shook on the handle, and he looked back. They couldn't go back through, and he shook his head.

"We're going to have to get this way," he said simply, looking at the rats. "Ah, animals kind of hate me, you might want to --" he didn't even get to finish before one came at him, and he instinctively had to kick out to knock it back. "Motherfucker!"

[brushoff]

"How exactly do animals hate you?" Dorian responded, as a rat leapt at him. Bringing back a hand, he swatted the thing away, which hit the wall with a sickening crunch. Still, he started to forge his way through the rats, briefly noting that urgh, he was going to smell terrible when this thing was through.

"Animals just don't hate people for-" pause, kick a rat, "-for no reason." But, then again, these were obviously not normal animals.

[viced]

"It's --" he stopped to kick another one, before they all stilled. They looked for one more moment, before something that sounded like language echoed down the hall, and they turned and fled, deeper in. It wasn't recognizable, but it was certainly meant to be words, even if they weren't words that anyone would know. Mitchell knew them, but Mitchell had heard them before, his brain translated the odd language in a way nobody else could.

"My powers, they aren't --" how did he even explain it? How did he explain the way animals felt about him. "Animals and machines aren't meant to get along. Come on, we'll probably have to kick someone's ass, and I'm sure they're down this way."

[brushoff]

"That still tells me absolutely nothing!" Dorian whined, as he followed Mitchell down the sewer. All this was so far was his flatmate leading him on a wild goose chase and Dorian not understanding a thing. Why did the rats hate him? What was that noise he kept hearing? What did he mean by 'animals and machines not getting along'?

"Can't you give me a proper answer for once?"

[viced]

"There's no fucking proper answer! When I got my powers, animals started to freak out around me," he explained, trudging through the muck one step at a time. Sure, Pherson had told him that animals saw him as "wrong", but that didn't really tell him much. Not enough to really understand why animals just liked him. He liked animals, but they sure as hell didn't like him.

"Maybe we'll find something deeper in, let's keep going," he explained, and kept moving, while the sewer narrowed, the walls darker and darker, splotches of red, white, violet and green paint faded and cracked, written in letters that weren't any language that could be recognized. Swooping lines with dashes and dots, something that could almost be hebrew, almost be kanji, and almost be something older, but none of it made sense.