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!

Comments

[albatrossomen]

Fortunately it's not an experiment Murmur's willing to try on him right now. He'd probably notice that much... after a few sips at least. Truth be told he didn't have the energy at the moment to be a troll. Maybe another time.

He rose an eyebrow. "No, I don't. In fact I don't normally dream. Nor sleep." He sipped his tea. "I can only assume this change is also due to whatever afflicts Navi and the staff." They have been quiet since this started, he should go check in. They're probably asleep too.

[betterhavemammoney]

There will be plenty of time to test Mammon's stupidity in the future. Murmur can probably figure out some amazing trolling, but for now the sugary tea has been accepted as a peace offering, even if that wasn't quite the spirt in which it was given.

"...Then what do you do all night?"

[albatrossomen]

Oh, and it will be tested. Not constantly, that would be boring, but when the opportunities arise. It wasn't, but he'll accept it as such for the time being. If it keeps Mammon from being any more annoying than his normal behavior it's a small blessing.

"...I watch."

Somehow he feels like that's going to be taken creepily. It is kind of creepy, but no one likes that being pointed out!

[betterhavemammoney]

Mammon does a double-take. The look on his face cements what Murmur was afraid of.

"...That's what you wanna do instead of dreamin'?"

Man, angels are even weirder than he remembered.

[albatrossomen]

"Given that I am not typically capable of such things, yes."

He states flatly, sipping his own tea as icily as he can manage. Despite the weariness, this whole sleep thing was really throwing him off his game. Didn't like it, would like to go back to not doing it. Thanks.

Yes, Murmur is an especially weird angel.

[betterhavemammoney]

"Ya should be! I remember in the Celestial Realm --" Mammon stops himself and refuses to continue talking. Maybe it was unfair but he didn't really want to give his own experience away in exchange for Murmur's.

"You can definitely sleep," he says instead. "Try it. It ain't all nightmares, and it's a lot less creepy than watching people."

[albatrossomen]

"I will not explain myself to you, think what you will."

He was already bored of what was undoubtedly to become a circular argument of nuh-uh, uh-huh, should he continue to entertain actually talking to the imbecile. It was clear both their physiology and tendency for aggression were significantly different. So much so Murmur was absolutely convinced they were from different universes.

Somehow he doubts Mammon as he is now would survive long in his.

"No." Was all he had to say for the latter part. Just no.

[betterhavemammoney]

"I think you can sleep but you're too scared." Those detective skills are on point today, he's sure of it. He smiles smugly over his cup of tea. "You know sleeping ain't the same thing as sloth, right?" Sloth also required laziness -- and sometimes complete disinterest in the waking world. Belphegor played it like that a lot.

"Can't believe you're that scared of nightmares," he adds, as if he wasn't up half the night after seeing through Murmur's eyes.

[albatrossomen]

"I believe I have made my stance clear. I will speak no further on the subject."

Not even a little. Murmur is more than familiar with horror, terror, misery and death. He has felt the visceral fear of Creation itself being torn asunder. Few things could ever compare to that. So no, nightmares didn't bother him.

He spoke honestly, yet was both ignored and assumed to be lying.

Must be Tuesday.

[betterhavemammoney]

Mammon has seen horrible things too, but unlike Murmur he has the luxury of distracting himself. He skirts around terror or runs from it, throwing himself eagerly into whatever new opportunity presents itself instead. It may be stupid, but it was better than being afraid. That's why he doesn't dwell on the dream and draws only the most basic of erroneous conclusions.

"Yeah yeah, I get it," he smiles. "Is the creeping thing your job or do ya do it for fun?"

[albatrossomen]

Honestly the less Mammon actually knows the better. Thus it has always been, so it shall continue to be. After so many millenia of allowing others to think what they want while Murmur guided them precisely where he wanted them to be by incident or "accident" alike, this was more comfortable. Genuine connections didn't exist.

He should really keep it that way.

At the question he just fixed his gaze on Mammon, but now he wore the strangest conspiratorial smile. Chilling, almost predatory.

"Why not both?"

[betterhavemammoney]

Funnily enough Murmur's not the first person to have that thought. Not that it's too difficult to keep him in the dark. He's only good at sniffing out hidden things if they're made of precious metals.

And this is working, it's at least making Mammon believe Murmur is just extremely weird.

"Eh -- you don't have hobbies, do you?"

[albatrossomen]

Fortunately the self-absorbed are quite easy to misdirect. Mammon is no different. The weirder Mammon thinks he is the easier it'll be go get him to not bother sniffing around too much. Just let the crazy old man yell at clouds and burn parsley.

He just shrugs simply. "That counts as a hobby." Maybe not but he's also not going to tell Mammon about his clockworks lest he go about trying to steal them.