event } a dream is a wish your traitor brain makes
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!
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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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.
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"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."
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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?"