catch all one-jackie dream post

[accidents]

WHO: Wayward Vagabond, Hiccup, Phil Coulson, Peter Pan, The Once-ler, R
WHAT: i've got dreams like you - no, really!
WHEN: whenever between Feb.27 - Mar.2 during sleepin' time. up to you.
NOTE: please just state which option/character you're going for and tag away. yoo it's technically a log even if you're spamming me. 5+ comments for your activity. this is a good idea guys.
WARNINGS: some dreams may take a turn for the worse depending on who it is / what happens.


[ OPTION A: CAN TOWN ]

[ You have wandered into a beautiful place with pretty clouds and a floor like a chessboard. You're on a FUNNY LITTLE FARM that's growing PUMPKINS and CANNED VEGETABLES. There is a parade going through this farm and WV is marching lead in it. In the distance appears to be some sort of RED-STAINED RIVER. Everyone in the parade is a CAN with STICKS-FIGURE ARMS. They are PLAYING THE KAZOO. You will be waved in to PARTICIPATE. ]


[ OPTION B: HOW TO DREAM A DRAGON ]

[ Welcome to this tree-filled island. To the left: snow. To your right: some more snow. Behind you: SNOW. Above you? DRAGONS. All shapes and sizes and colors flying about. One in particular is poking a person. There are smaller cat-sized green ones that will land on your head and some of the bigger ones will land and go about their business. Or growl at you. Or try to light you on fire. Or just chill. I don't know there's a lot of dragons whatcha gonna do about it? ]


[ OPTION C: IT'S A MAGICAL PLACE. ]

[ You've gone colorblind! No. No you haven't. This dream is just in black and white. It's a war film! World War II to be precise. GRAB A HELMET. THINGS ARE GOING DOWN. People are shooting, bombs exploding, tanks. But don't worry CAPTAIN AMERICA is here. Only that's just COULSON dressed as Captain America saying some really cheesy dialog to his fellow troops while in this trench. Spotting him is around the same time you notice the backgrounds seem to be painted on, the planes are held up by strings, that solider just scratched his head with a gun, that tank is only half a tank, nobody shot is actually bleeding, and the budget here doesn't seem quite up to par with a real war. There's also a lady around serving cocktails that aren't black&white like everything else around. Wtf. ]


[ OPTION D: WHERE'S MY BACKUP CHORUS? ]

[ Is this the most beautiful place you have ever seen? Holy cow what a gorgeous forest of trees you got here! The Once-ler is in here somewhere, strumming a guitar and leading around a bunch of teddy-bear things. Bar-ba-loots are walking teddybears. Anyway, nothing out of the ordinary here. Except if you go to speak every word out of your mouth is going to be in song... No. You can't NOT SING. It's happening. Hope you can sing because if you can't that could be embarrassing. ]


[ OPTION E: THE DEAD DON'T DREAM ]

[ Dude. It's an airport. A nice normal airport. All the flights are delayed though. That sucks. Among the people seating and waiting, is R-- who is nodding along with complete interest to the lively storytelling of this handsome fellow. It involves the raiding of a liquor cabinet and is incredibly detailed, hilarious, and you should've been there. True story. ]


[ OPTION F: COME WITH ME WHERE DREAMS ARE BORN AND TIME IS NEVER PLANNED ]

[ You're on a beach. There's a ship just off-shore that you can't get to unless you swam. Ahead is thick trees that go into some sort of tropical forest. There's glowing in there like fairies are flying about-- and they might be. It's sunny with fluffy clouds. It's gorgeous. It feels like you've been here before and is so very inviting. The second you go to take a step anywhere though Peter Pan is going to pop up right behind you, completely out of nowhere, curiously asking: ] Are you lost?

Comments

OPTION A THE MAYOR IS THE BEST

[mirthy]

[This FUNNY LITTLE FARM is the shit, bro. Look at these orange motherfuckers sitting around all plump and rotund. Fuck. Forget the parade, forget swimming in the red river. Gamzee knows what he's about, bro.

He teeters to a sitting position, and attempts to grasp one of these wily PUMPKIN creatures by the handle. You know. The jutting out part on top.]

DAMN STRAIGHT

[universalconstant]

[ Woah. Hold the phone. This is a parade route, son. You can't just sit and partake of the precious harvest without participating.

WV runs on over in front of him, pointing to the FESTIVITIES. Get in the parade, you elusive creature. ]

COULSON

[notvictorious]

[ Victor jumps at the sound of gunfire- until he realizes it's just beans in a can or however they made that sound effect. The rumble of a tank is just like metal sheets being waved off camera. He glances between the fuax soldiers to the fruity drinks, trying to parse what exactly is happening right now while he's kneeling in the trenches with his own little fake soldier uniform.

Weak little laugh, glancing back at Capt. Coulson. ]

Jeez, I thought for a second you were actually dreaming about a real war. What's this, like war between 20th Century Fox and.. [Trails off. What's another film company. Can't think of it, flinches again and another firecracker gunshot noise. ]

Wait, is this real? Sorry, I didn't mean to cut in the middle of your speech. Hey, how's it going. [ Waves aside an offered cigarette from another soldier/actor- those at least a real. ]

[veryproud]

[ Coulson looks ... a little baffled by Victors presence because the guy is going completely off the script here but he just keeps playing his role. ] It's going good, all things considered. We've got them cornered.

[ Them being those bad guys shooting at them. And they are... Nazis? There seems to be some censorship issues, as their symbols on the armbands are all blurred out but probably Nazis.

Or maybe they're all Loki. All bad guys are Loki. Uh... ]

COOL SONNY OBVS

[riseup]

[ THIS

IS

AWESOME.

Real war sucks, but movie war rules. Oh my god, are they actually in a movie? THEY ARE ACTUALLY IN A MOVIE RIGHT NOW. OH MY GOD. John figures he'll play a long, be an actor like the rest of them, be the world-weary badass war-grizzled estranged family man he always dreamed of being and aw hell fucking yes he's suddenly wearing a dirty wifebeater! THIS IS THE BEST DREAM EVER

John glances from the crafts table in a far off corner back to Mr. Coulson and grins from ear to ear. ]

Wait, can we hear that speech one more time? I wasn't ready for my line.

8D

[veryproud]

[ Coulson turns to look back at John. ] Oh, yes. Of course. [ He broke character for a second but then straightens himself out and goes right back into it. Commence the speech giving. It's very inspiring. It's hopeful, manly (but still cheesy as all get out) and probably going to be quoted by many douchebags in their yearbooks. He ends it with: ] And, son, put a helmet on. We can't lose another bright mind in our future. [ inspiring nod goes here and a dramatically tossed helmet for John to catch. He says nothing of the dirty wifebeater however. This is a film war and that ...apparently makes perfect sense as a uniform. ]

Okay now say your line.

OPTION F

[thatboyisamonster]

Not at all. Fascinating place you have here.

[amberalert]

Thank you. Would you like a tour?

FUCK YOU, ONCE-LER.

[ihateyouetc]

[One minute he's walking through a room full of the dead red bodies of his hivemate, the next minute he's... standing... in... this place that looks like it's a bunch of pouncebeast hack-ups on twigs? Fuck, it's bright. Like a creature of the night, Karkat hisses a noise and lifts a hand to shield his eyes. That's some kind of orange. That's yellow. Then fuschia. Colour diversity is great and everything, but it just reminds him of throwing Sollux, Tavros, and Feferi in a room together. Oh boy! Cut the tops off those fucking things and stuff them down his chute until he chokes and dies!

There isn't a more condescending sneer than this in existence in this world (with exception to the Grinch, of course.)]

Ooohhhhhh my Lo-

[He slaps a hand over his mouth.

Oh no.

What was that?

No.

What the fuck!

He puts his other hand over his mouth just to be sure.

A familiar guitar strums menacingly in the not-so-distant-distance.

Oh no.

Oh shit.

Oh no.

Oh God.

The Once-Ler.

This is horrible.

He ducks behind two cat cough-ball twigs growing suspiciously close to one another, which seems better than hiding behind one. He is a blotch of gray and black among an otherwise colourful landscape. Please don't notice. Please don't notice. Please don't notice. Please don't notice. Please don't-]

HI, KARKAT.

[thneed]

[ He noticed.

It's not particularly hard to notice when the only things around for a WHIIILE are very very bright and colorful, with the exception of himself but he matches the tree trunks so that hardly even counts. The Once-ler strides on over, grinning ear to ear and leans over the foliage Karkat ducked himself behind ]

Whatcha doin', buddy~?

AND PETER PAN, BECAUSE THIS DOESN'T SEEM LIKE THE MOST FUCKING AWFUL THING TO DO TO MYSELF.

[ihateyouetc]

[This is familiar. Is this New Moore? He can't recall ever feeling like he's wanted to be out while the sun was shining before, but he supposes this place is nice for all the sun wrecking its shit. There's a sea-faring vessel that strikes a pang of ooooh no. I'm not doing that pirate thing again. The trees look like they'll offer sufficient shade and a good place to hide. Better head over thRIVING CHILDREN OF FUCK.

The inside of Karkat's chest explodes in hummingbird heartbeats when he jumps. He whirls his head to stare over his shoulder, horrified.] I. [False start.] I. [Who the hell is this? Is this a Carlos? No, doesn't look like a Carlos. Carl? Who cares.] I- [Help.] I. Uh? [That's different from "I." Good job. Now say more words.]

I, uh, was trying to get back to the bodies? [Wait, what if this kid has bodies hidden somewhere in the forest?] Of my friends.

[There. That's better. On second thought, why would this kid have bodies in the forest? Whoever he is, he doesn't look dangerous. Must be a trustworthy fellow.] I was just there and...

POOR KARKAT...

[amberalert]

[ Pan stands there, head cocked the the side and patiently waiting for Karkat to get an actual string of sentences together -- which is hilarious. He loves it when people get put off guard by him. ]

The bodies? [ The eyebrows are raised and going way way up to the hairline. Well THAT'S interesting. ] I don't keep bodies in there. [ He throws them off the cliff and feeds them to the giant squid / crocodiles / mermaids. ]

Do you need me to help you get back? ...To wherever those were. Not that anyone would particularly want to go back to the bodies of his dead friends. It sounds like something awful happened. [ a pause, then with false sincerity- ] Are you alright?

OOPS ONCE-LER

[fuckincakewake]

[ Roxy makes a sound possibly only dogs can hear at the sight of the tiny bears. Trots on over to them, little wave to Once-ler before scooping a Bar-ba-loot into her arms like he's a teddy bear. ]

Geez, what are you from? The land of cute? I love it! Are the tree cotton candy- wait, what the fuck.

[ It's a little weird to say a singsong curse word, but it has to work somehow. Roxy gives the bear n her arms a suspicious look. ]

HI ROXY

[thneed]

[ It indeed is like a teddy bear. Bar-ba-loots are all too thrilled with this and will hug. ]

It's the truffula valley~! [ Once-ler's smiling brightly. then tilts his head. ] Something wrong?

PETER PAN

[duckface]

[ Lydia squints at the boat in the distance, but the sun is right in her eyes and it's difficult to see if there's anyone on board. There'd have to be for it to be any use, it's too big for one person to sail on their own. Turning back to look at the land around her, she can tell the island definitely isn't New Moore. The trees are different, the sand is a different consistency under her feet. It reminds her a little bit of the shores of Belize, a memory she thinks of only for a second when she moves forward and-- ]

Oh.

[ She stops suddenly, staring at this new kid. Okay, it's not like people showing up out of nowhere is really the strangest thing she's ever seen, not by a longshot. Tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. ]

Maybe? It feels like I've been here before.

[ Nah, girls are much to clever to fall out of their prams. ]

[amberalert]

[ He's got his hands folded in front of him and a playful little smile to his lips. ]

Does it? [ A simple shake of the head ] Couldn't have really though because girls are much too clever. You must have visited in a dream. Everyone visits in a dream when they're small and then they forget. It's how it works.

OPTION E OBVS

[redwinekindofgirl]

[Of course it's an airport. It would have to be an airport. Julie wanders around for a while before she hears a familiar voice...

One that sends a chill right through to her toes.

She knows that story.]

... Oh my god, Perry?

Re: OPTION E OBVS

[groans]

[ attention gets snapped on her. 2 pairs of eyes looking at her in mild surprise.

And then the less dead one (depending on your definition. in this case we go with: not being a zombie.) turns to the other and blurts out: "Why's she here? You didn't..."

R's hands go up defensively. NEVER. NEVER. He'd never. ]

DRAGONS

[callbacks]

[DRAGONS? DRAGONS. DRAGONS!

Dave suddenly understands jack everything about his alien ex-girlfriend.

For once ignoring even how intolerably cold it is, Dave flies loop-de-loops around the dragons, startling a pack of Terrible Terrors and then being startled himself by the sudden looming face of a Deadly Nadder.]

Whoa!

[But he's in its blind spot, and the second it turns to look at him he's already swooping out of the way, an unrestrained grin wide across his face.

Dragons? Dragons are cool.]

[accidents]

[ he's landing back on his BFF IN THE UNIVERSE and then hovering near Dave, because the startled dragons are kind of hard to miss

and that Monstrous Nightmare is going to single Dave out as something it wants to investigate ]

I forgot you could fly... [ jealous ]

OPTION D let's do it.

[brotimaeus]

[You know who doesn't sing? This guy. You know who is kinda really wishing he hadn't walked in here?

Also this guy.

He's already worked out he can't speak without singing when the 'ho~ly~ fuck' had left him at the first look at those trees and now he's just walking through them, head cocked towards the sound of that strumming.

At least he can sing.. not that he wants anyone to know about that. Sounds like a motherfucking Country singer.]

[thneed]

Hi, Bro!

[ sing song, striding (hahahaha) up in front of the other while his little bears trail behind him like little ducklings. ]

OPTION B

[librariansheart]

[Sheska is really not dressed for this level of cold, but neither does she really care as soon as she catches sight of the dragons.

Dragons! Actual, real, living, breathing, flying dragons!

She laughs with delight, even as she clutches her cardigan more tightly around herself, stepping out into the open and turning on the spot to try and see as many of these splendid creatures as possible.]

[accidents]

[ he's caught right before he hits the floor and placed on safely on his feet (er foot...) ]

You okay? [ she looks like she's freezing -- which is a bit because she actually has sleeves on. astrid never has sleeves and she's FINE but she's probably not used to the cold ]

Uh-- here. Hold on a second. [ Hiccup's gives Toothless a little nod, who blasts a spot on the floor then he's going to Sheska and circling behind her, giving her a light little push to get her to stand in the spot, which is nice and heated now. there you go ] Okay, just stand there if you're not going to move around a lot yet.

And also, hi.

D~

[coimiceoir]

[Now see, this dream? This dream she likes. Aisling is up one of the truffula trees in a flash, popping out of the fluff for a good look out across the valley.]

This is how these trees ought to grow:
Bright in the sun and the wind and the snow!

[She laughs, completely unbothered by the fact that she appears to be singing everything, and tumbles right down to the ground grinning.]

Little lonely groves by themselves are no good...
Bring me more seeds and I'll grow you a wood!

[thneed]

Why would I need a wood when I've got an entire valley?

[ a gesture around, but the smile falters because look who it is in his dream. ]

C!

[tookthename]

[Carol is...confused. Very confused. Why is Coulson dressed as Cap?

Oh well, better just play along for now. She grabs a helmet off a nearby stick and puts it on her head.]

Captain! Where are we again?

[veryproud]

[ why wouldn't he be dressed as cap in his dreams is a better question.

Coulson instructs some men to do something then looks to Carol, looking slightly surprised because these old war dreams usually don't have people going off a certain script but he rolls with it. His answer comes out like he's on autopilot. ]

Tahiti. It's a magical place. [ a beat and he blinks and looks around. wait he could've sworn it was Germany earlier ] I mean... - Okay, I guess Tahiti. Where's your gun, solider?