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maskormenacelogs2016-04-30 05:08 pm
radioclub_jp) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-04-30 05:08 pm
[semi-open] dreamgirl
WHO: Paprika + open to first 5 responders
WHERE: in the land of sleepy dreams
WHEN: late April / early May
WHAT: Paprika finally stops behaving, starts invading people's dreams. Nbd, right?
WARNINGS: none known
Ever since she'd been Ported in, Paprika hadn't had the slightest trouble falling or staying asleep. Maybe it was part of this expanded ability she'd acquired, or maybe it was a product of being here "by herself"... no to-do lists running through her head, no stray thoughts about office politics. The first night she'd thought excitement might keep her awake, but it didn't. The second night she'd thought apprehension might, but it didn't. The third night it was dread.
Dread! Imagine that, the dream detective, dreading going to sleep! But it wasn't for no reason, of course.
She'd lay her head on the pillow and close her eyes, but when she opened them she saw nothing. Even once she entered REM sleep, nothing. She was still lucid, she'd realized the first night, but not dreaming. It would have been a different story if she were simply dreaming about nothing; in that case she'd have been able to shape the dream herself. But she wasn't having a dream. It was as if her unconscious mind had been shunted off to a holding area and forgotten about for seven to eight hours, like an unclaimed bag at the airport. She knew her body needed the sleep, and so here she was, but there was nothing to do.
Or... no, not nothing, exactly. When she held still and quieted her mind, she would catch snippets of vivid color, far-off voices, faint smells... Even without looking too closely, she knew they were other people's dreams. Accessible without a DC Mini, floating there within reach, daring her to look, to touch, to open. Worlds of infinite scope and possibility. Therein lay the true power of dreams.
"It's too dangerous," she said aloud to no one, in the dark. "You know what happened last time." Her own voice sounded like Atsuko's.
Of course she knew. She couldn't forget something like that incident, still (as far as she knew) unresolved. Only a monster would want to see reruns of that. She didn't yet know if this power she had was safe to use. But how was she supposed to find that out if she never tried? Besides, she'd been wondering... what sort of dreams would someone from another world have, anyway?
In the end, it was too much. She couldn't resist after all.
The dreams drew into sharp focus as she approached, as if she were tightening the aperture on a camera lens. There were so many of them, she hardly knew where to start. But that was easy enough to resolve. Paprika closed her eyes and raised her pointer finger.
"Eeny, meeny, miney... mo!"
She opened one eye to peek, then both. Well, that looked interesting... "Yeah, that'll do," she said, and pulling the edges of the hole apart, she slipped through into the dream.
(NOTE: I plan to do the open dream logs on a regular basis, so don't worry too much if the slots are taken - I'm just limiting it to five people for starters so as not to overwhelm myself. Please fill out permissions here!)
WHERE: in the land of sleepy dreams
WHEN: late April / early May
WHAT: Paprika finally stops behaving, starts invading people's dreams. Nbd, right?
WARNINGS: none known
Ever since she'd been Ported in, Paprika hadn't had the slightest trouble falling or staying asleep. Maybe it was part of this expanded ability she'd acquired, or maybe it was a product of being here "by herself"... no to-do lists running through her head, no stray thoughts about office politics. The first night she'd thought excitement might keep her awake, but it didn't. The second night she'd thought apprehension might, but it didn't. The third night it was dread.
Dread! Imagine that, the dream detective, dreading going to sleep! But it wasn't for no reason, of course.
She'd lay her head on the pillow and close her eyes, but when she opened them she saw nothing. Even once she entered REM sleep, nothing. She was still lucid, she'd realized the first night, but not dreaming. It would have been a different story if she were simply dreaming about nothing; in that case she'd have been able to shape the dream herself. But she wasn't having a dream. It was as if her unconscious mind had been shunted off to a holding area and forgotten about for seven to eight hours, like an unclaimed bag at the airport. She knew her body needed the sleep, and so here she was, but there was nothing to do.
Or... no, not nothing, exactly. When she held still and quieted her mind, she would catch snippets of vivid color, far-off voices, faint smells... Even without looking too closely, she knew they were other people's dreams. Accessible without a DC Mini, floating there within reach, daring her to look, to touch, to open. Worlds of infinite scope and possibility. Therein lay the true power of dreams.
"It's too dangerous," she said aloud to no one, in the dark. "You know what happened last time." Her own voice sounded like Atsuko's.
Of course she knew. She couldn't forget something like that incident, still (as far as she knew) unresolved. Only a monster would want to see reruns of that. She didn't yet know if this power she had was safe to use. But how was she supposed to find that out if she never tried? Besides, she'd been wondering... what sort of dreams would someone from another world have, anyway?
In the end, it was too much. She couldn't resist after all.
The dreams drew into sharp focus as she approached, as if she were tightening the aperture on a camera lens. There were so many of them, she hardly knew where to start. But that was easy enough to resolve. Paprika closed her eyes and raised her pointer finger.
"Eeny, meeny, miney... mo!"
She opened one eye to peek, then both. Well, that looked interesting... "Yeah, that'll do," she said, and pulling the edges of the hole apart, she slipped through into the dream.
(NOTE: I plan to do the open dream logs on a regular basis, so don't worry too much if the slots are taken - I'm just limiting it to five people for starters so as not to overwhelm myself. Please fill out permissions here!)
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Though she doubted the weather pattern is accurate, she got the feeling that what she saw here was Six's homeworld. Eorzea, wasn't it? And it was jaw-droppingly gorgeous, especially the bits in the sunlight. She styled herself to fit in a little better - the girl who happened to be standing nearby just now, as if she'd been there all along, was a Miqo'te as well, and wearing something not unlike the default outfit because of reasons. She still had Paprika's face and hair, though.
"What a view," she said, following his gaze over the cliff. "Is this where you live?"
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Everything was normal.
"... ..... ...?"
Everything was normal, and nothing was strange.
".... .. .. ....."
Nothing was strange about him when he turned to speak with her without making a sound. His mouth was moving like it was supposed to; he looked a little surprised and a little annoyed by the interruption, just like he would have at any other time, and after a brief, unsociable scowl, he kept on like he would have if not for his steady silence.
"....? ..... ..."
His silence brought attention to another abnormality in the landscape: the sunward side was just as quiet as he was. The roar of the rain and the steady thunder behind them might have appeared to just overpower the noise of the breeze and the birds, but that wasn't the case at all. The sunny landscape might as well have been a painting, for all that it moved and breathed.
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That didn't take long to get odd. Six's mouth kept moving, but soundlessly, like the frozen sunny landscape behind him. "What are you saying? I can't hear you," Paprika said, cupping a hand behind where her human ear would be if she had human ears at the moment.
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".... ... .......?"
Only for the same problem to present itself. After a pause and a scowl, he pointed at her head; couldn't it be something wrong with her? Because from his perspective, nothing was wrong and nothing had changed, so it couldn't have been his fault. He could hear everything he was saying.
While this was going on, the rainy scene started to inch up, little by little, coming down harder and thicker than it had to begin with.
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What she did hear was the rain. Was it just her, or was it getting louder...? She hazarded a glance over her shoulder, and realized the wall of water was significantly closer than before. "Ah... maybe we'd better get inside, huh?" she said, backing away from it a bit.
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Ignorant still, his eyes still focused on Paprika, Six took a step forward and grabbed her arm, his grip a hair too firm.
"....!!"
Thunder rumbled, filling in for his mute shout.
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The storm was coming for them, couldn't he see that? Abruptly it hit her that no, he couldn't. He had no idea there was a storm at all, did he? Or was he just choosing not to notice it? Well, he'd have to soon enough. It was too late to outrun it. Paprika put her free arm over her head to keep the water from her eyes, but that was all she could do. A mere second or two later it hit them.