(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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[guerrilla_morph]

[ It takes Marco realize someone's talking. But it's like a distant echo - most of his own mind is taken over by the osprey's mind, in its simplicity. The osprey doesn't care for other peoples' thoughts. It cares about the fish below the waters.

There are so many fish below the water, and many them in shallow water. It would be so easy if -

He tucks his wings and dives down. ]

[lyingheart]

[ Live through being a mindless creature driven by a singular urge to devour human flesh, learn to suppress the strong instinct or twelve. The desire to eat is one she's so often ignored for herself that anything else saying hunt hunt food eat is so much noise she's lived with before.

Movement draws her eyes, the shape of another osprey diving down after food stirring a strong sense of possessiveness. That's new. Annie listens to what she senses as a directive to turn, circling around and above where the other osprey dove. Kill-steals is a new concept, but something in the osprey wonders if it'll be an option this time around. ]

[guerrilla_morph]

[ He dives. He sees the fish aimlessly swimming about, the movement of their tails flickering ripples lazily on the river's surface. He spreads his talons wide, ready for the grab - there!

There is the deep satisfaction of grabbing something heavy and squirming. There is no way for the fish to escape his grasp - talons are digging into the fish's scales, into the flesh like hooks. The more it squirms, the more secure his hold will be.

However, the weight drags him, and it takes him a while to take off and fly off to the branch he always perched on. ]

[lyingheart]

[ Annie watches from on high, shadow swallowed by the brightness of the sun this close to noon. There - the other bird did catch a fish - and hunger curls through her belly, so much white noise to her mind. She considers the possibilities, but as she does, a shiver shoots down her spine. Annie rolls on instinct, tucking her wings in tight and feeling the self-generated wind of the golden eagle that dives past her, throwing her into a bit of a tail spin. Annie calls out vocally in reflex, a warning cry to the successful hunter below, backed by a mental shout she doesn't think about. ]

< Above you! >

[ It doesn't seem to matter that nothing should really hear what she's saying. She hopes the call out is enough, because there are scant seconds before there's an impact of some kind between overlarge eagle and smaller osprey. ]

[guerrilla_morph]

[ Above. Ospreys understand the concept of above. He looks up, and sees another bird trying to steal his prey. HIS PREY.

He banks, turning a sharp turn. The fish in his grip flops with more intensity. He can see a blur of gold-brown diving towards him, eager to take his hard work away. ]

[lyingheart]

[ Dreams are wonderful. He banks fast, the gold-brown diving past him, backwinging to avoid crashing into the trees, calling out in frustration.

Up above, Annie circles around, pleased the larger bird didn't win the meal of the other bird or its catch. ]