thenearshore | Nights, Into Dreams

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Nights, Into Dreams

Who: Everyone at Forrest's Sleepover
What: The 'sleeping' part of the sleepover proves slightly more eventful than planned.
When: The night of June 21
Where: Lakshmi's temple
Warnings: Some violence (implied and explicit) in individual threads; see warnings in headers.

Well, you know what they say about sleeping on the job.

It's well into the small hours by the time Aya - like many of Forrest's guests - slips into sleep, something she had assured herself she could do tomorrow. It's late, her eyelids are heavy, and she's eaten far too many snacks and, happily nauseated, really doesn't want to move. She curls up on a pile of pillows; at some point she pulls a blanket over herself. Her eyes fall closed--

Morpheus sleeps, and it really should have occurred to her what that might mean. It had been a joke, really: of course the God(dess) of Dreams would be right at home at a sleepover. But it's during sleep she is at her most powerful, weaving a tangled and chaotic web from the threads of Forrest's guests' dreams.

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OOC: Aya is the reincarnation of Morpheus, God of Dreams; her powers include dreamwalking and bringing back small items from her dreams. Tonight, her powers are affecting the guests at Forrest's sleepover, allowing any of them the (entirely optional) chance to take a trip into one another's dreams. As to what they might find there, well, that's where this log comes in. Start a thread about your own character's dreams, or or drop in on other people's and hope they're not having that one dream about showing up to an exam in their underwear.

(If you would like Aya to retrieve a small item from a dream for your character, please let me know! Items have to be obtainable on present-day Earth, inanimate, small enough for her to keep about her or carry and not used as a weapon.)

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Don't look at me if one of those turns up now just to fuck with us. [Though Davesprite's still a little uncomfortable with this situation to sound outright amused about that, there's definitely something lighter about it than what he's been saying before this.

In any case, he keeps drifting along the planet's surface, tail dipping down towards the occasional clockwork gear pockmarking the surface.]

I dunno if I'd use magical, but it's hells of weird, which I guess is close enough. Not like I have any idea why it is I'm dreaming all the way out here.

Hmm... it's not like anything back in the Far Shore, that's for sure. Maybe you want to be an astronaut or something? Or you're just kind of a normal guy dreaming about visiting places beyond your own world.

[She says as if that is perfectly natural and not limited to teens who will eventually go on to become astronauts or the like.]

Anything this far away from what we know has to look a little weird, right?

I'm pretty sure being this would put a damper on any aspirational astronaut dreams I would've been having at any point in my life. [As if he even needs to, Davesprite gestures broadly to his wings and tail. He'd have a bit of a time trying to fit that into his spacesuit.

It doesn't seem all that off to Davesprite that he might just be dreaming of places away from home, though, so he can roll with that.]

Probably, but the clockwork seems a little fucked in terms of what an actual planet would actually look like. Maybe I'm secretly some kind of fucking timepiece wizard.

[Kairi shakes her head in disagreement.]

They'd just have to build you a special seatbelt, right? The rockets I'm thinking of are pretty big on the inside.

[She's thinking more sci-fi than anything.]

A... timepiece wizard? Like a... clock caster! Or a... timespan sorcerer! [She's clearly playing with the words as they float along, then touches one of the clockwork pieces that isn't moving.]

Best Mage in an Age! Or you know, just Mage of Time I guess.

Spacesuits, though. Can't risk these feathers getting burned up on re-entry. [Davesprite knows that a spacesuit wouldn't save shit from getting burned up on re-entry and that's not even remotely how it works, but bear with him.

There is some Very Serious Consideration (tm) of Kairi's alternate name options there - clock caster has a nice alliterative ring to it, admittedly, and that last one sounds like something out of an RPG but also kind of overdramatic and dumb.]

I dunno, I'd call that second last one a tabloid article title. And there's always the fancy as shit options like temporal enchanter. [Actually, her hand on the clockwork makes him think of something else, and he clicks his talons.] Clockworker. Working the shit out of that clock magic.

Clockworker. That sounds kinda cool!

[Really cool, actually.]

Clock magic, too. Tabloid article or not, that sounds like the kind of thing the best mage in an age would be able to do! Instead of just a fireball here or there, you know?

[She keeps moving around near him on Nimbus and reaches out with a "brushing" motion that's not actually near his wings at all.]

Might be the kind of cool magic user that could even make sure his wings didn't burn up in... re-entry? Is that coming back to Earth?

[That's what it sounds like to her.]

Damn straight clock magic is high-class shit. Forget throwing around elements, when you start throwing around abstract concepts, that's when you really know you've made the fuck out of it as a mage.

[But he'll leave it at that for the sake of not getting into the deeper intricacies of time as an abstract. Which...he's honestly not sure why he knows so much about, he just knows he apparently has a lot of Thoughts on time and its nature.

Kairi's guess is dead on, and Davesprite gives her a casual finger-gun to indicate as such.]

Nailed it. It's coming back into the atmosphere, if you want to get technical.

[She laughs at his finger-gun and commits it to memory so she can do it back to him later.]

And now I know!

[It sounds like her efforts to become a Hafuri, honestly.]

Right, that makes sense. Atmosphere.

[She stares down at Earth.]

Is that how we get home from here? Fly down there like a spaceship? Or teleport like the gods do?

It'd probably help to know how I got up here in the first place. Haven't seen a spaceship yet, at least. [Though he does have a slight feeling finding their way back to Earth wouldn't do anything for them, even if he's not sure why.] Who knows, maybe one of these useless piece of shit cogs is secretly a warp pad.

[He flicks his tailtip at one as if to mimic the motion of kicking it on the way past, and it simply spins on as if nothing happened.]

Either way, I'm kind of fucking done with dreaming about this place, might as well at least get insults hurled at me somewhere nicer.

[She winces at the tail flip, as if she could feel the thing's pain despite it clearly being an inanimate object.]

What insults?

[Because she's suddenly worried SHE insulted him somehow in the last 5 to 20 minutes and didn't realize it.]

[Davesprite gives her a brief, blankly incredulous look at that as if he can't quite believe she's asking the question, but then he just nods back the way they came.]

You know, the shit-stirring geysers on the way in. Usually they're all over the place, but who knows, maybe your dream smashing into mine wiped them off this part of the world map.

[It's like a video game mod, except it really isn't.]

Or I didn't notice them.

[That's what she figures anyway.]

So maybe we can still find our way back to my dream? That'll be... lesser bugs and geysers, probably?

[She's pretty sure anyway. Something about a beach and the city shopping trip, but mostly flying around on Nimbus, so maybe that's why she's still got it here.]

Or we just wake up entirely, I guess. Somehow.

Maybe. I mean, it's dream geometry, who the fuck knows how that works. Might as well assume it's going to start getting Escher up in here.

[And while his dream optical illusion bullshitting its way into hers would probably be a sight to behold, it's not really the kind of thing his brain wants to deal with right now.

The second point is one he suprisingly hadn't really hit on so far, and he strokes his ruff in faux thoughtfulness.]

Could always try pinching, it's the classic snapping out of it cliche.

Sure, let's try that.

[Because that makes way more sense to her than whatever Escher or dream geometry is supposed to be.]

Do you want to pinch me or should I pinch you instead?

Third option: let's both pinch each other at the same time. Someone's gonna look like a jackass if this actually works and whoever pinched first isn't around to pinch back.

[Solid logic, or at least what passes for it in a dream. Or to Davesprite, maybe. In any case, he clicks two of his talons together.]

I'll try not to, you know, actually fuck you up any.

Well... I'm willing to try!

[She offers her left arm for him to pinch while extending her own right hand towards him.]

I like dreams well enough, but I like having fun with my friends for real more. Count down from three? Or whatever you want.

[He seems a pretty modern kid for all that he doesn't look it, so she's pretty sure he'll know what she means by Count Down From X.]

Edited 2017-05-16 05:19 (UTC)

[Davesprite brings his talons to hover over her offered arm, and lays out his own for her to pinch in return. The underside of his arm is a lot fleshier than the top of it, so that's the part he exposes.

With a short nod, he counts them off.]

Works for me. Three, two, one...

[And he awakes at about the same moment as he brings his talons together to pinch her.]

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Nights, Into Dreams

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I can't possibly get away with this even in a dream, can I? Assume gag tag

and then it turned out you could /magical finger wriggle

\o/!!!

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Wrap on my end

draws curtains closed