event } a dream is a wish your traitor brain makes

[seeingyou]

WHO: All passengers currently aboard!
WHAT: Shared dreams.
WHERE: All y'all's subconscious...es.
WHEN: Nov. 7-21.
WARNINGS: If things get messy/triggering/sexually explicit, PLEASE put warnings in your comment subject lines! And if you die in the dream, you just move on to the next dream, no need to report deaths.

There's no warning - when the ship passes through the nebular cloud and Navi falls asleep, passengers on board will also find themselves dozing off at various times, and whether it’s after tucking themselves in for the night or passing out in the middle of doing something, unusual dreams will follow. Much like dreams normally behave, passengers will find themselves somewhere that may or may not be familiar, doing something that may be mundane or fantastical, but whatever and wherever the setting, dreamers will more or less accept it as reality.

Sweet dreams, passengers. Enjoy getting to know each other a little better!

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[albatrossomen]

"It isn't unreasonable to be drawn to that which holds value to you, regardless of the pain it may cause."

It wasn't that difficult to understand. Sometimes the more painful memories were the ones that held the most weight.

"This is a world of your creation. Why not allow yourself this space as sanctuary?"

Where the rest of reality could never fully be controlled nor curated, a place within one's mind could be far safer. Presumably, Murmur isn't fully aware of the command that could be held over dreams.

[versifications]

V frowns, unsure as to whether he can accept that suggestion, but nor does he argue.

"Perhaps. But what of you? Did something about this so-called sanctuary draw you here?"

[albatrossomen]

Nor does Murmur press the issue further. Not his place.

"I am but an observer. In this moment pulled wherever your whims should leave."

A strange sensation, to be sure.

[versifications]

"Observe as you wish. You will find little of value here."

V turns and moves to stroll through the garden. Perhaps he can enjoy this, at least a little, before he leaves, even if the home is absolutely something he refuses to enter. No sooner had he approached near the double front doors that they're thrown open, and he's forced to sidestep as a small blur of red runs past him and out towards the field, clutching a wooden toy sword in each hand. The other boy chases after him, shouting.

"I won't play swords with you! Give it back!"

"If you want it, come and get it!"

V's grip on his cane tightens as they run off, one twin shouting and the other laughing. "How foolish," he mutters under his breath.

[albatrossomen]

"I think I shall."

V may not think there's much of use to learn here, but Murmur was not so quick to disregard it. If a memory was worth holding, it held value to someone.

Murmur hangs back, out of the way of the chaos and V nearly being knocked over by a blur of red. Human children, they appeared to be, playing some kind of game. Well, one playing, the other an unwilling participant being drug along it would seem.

He notices V's grip tighten, the muttered words too quiet for the dream-children to notice.

"It is typical behavior for human children, is it not?" He asks quietly, watching after their retreating forms.

[versifications]

V continues to watch them streak across the field, their shouts becoming indiscernible as they get further from the two onlookers and the house.

"Those children are not human," he answers, unable to keep the bitterness from his voice even as he says it. "And if they had any idea what was coming for them, they wouldn't be acting so carefree."

[albatrossomen]

"No?" He asked lightly, following V's gaze to watch the children as they disappeared. They looked quite human to him from here, but as this was a dream realm he could discern nothing beyond what it chose to present. "What are they, then?"

His gaze moves back to V, an eyebrow lifting in mild inquisition. The bitterness certainly wasn't lost on him. "Blessed are those who do not know what the future holds," He murmurs softly. Then: "A blessing you no longer possess, what comes?"