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thoughtformed2011-08-07 02:35 am
oftpartitioned) wrote in thoughtformed2011-08-07 02:35 am
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ALL OF JACKIE'S KIDS DREAMS
WHAT: Dreams! all the dreams
WHO: Donna Noble, Shirogane Naoto, Johanna Mason, Poland, Victor Mancha, Shimizu Raikou, Eridan Ampora, Lau
WHEN: Anytime during the dream plot!
NOTE: PLEASE RESPOND TO WHICHEVER DREAM YOURE INTERESTED IN. Try and specify who you're replying to. None of these dreams take place at the same time/place/etc.
DONNA
Public transit has never bee this roomy! These Chiswick buses must be bigger on the inside. At the front of the bus, where the driver ought to be, is just a telescope aimed at the stars.
Donna smiles from the midsection of the too large bus, and older man seated beside her. Their expressions are friendly, the table between them is littered with sweets and snacks, it's a friendly enough dream!
But approach the telescope and you'll get zapped to a different dream entirely. But the longer you're on the same bus there's a really loud, obnoxious buzzing, a pounding headache just behind your eyes.
"It's okay," Donna deals another round of cards between her and Wilf. "I don't mind if you get off at the next stop!"
--
NAOTO
NAOTO AS DETECTIVE CONAN
KANJI AS KAITO KID
COME JOIN THEM!!
--
VICTOR
You've been to enough embarrassing high school dreams, but this one looks particularly harmless. You wake up in the morning, read an encouraging note left y your mom (if you can read Spanish that is). Ride the bus to school, kick ass in math class, narrowly avoid being seen by any of the preppy frescos. Lunch with Jorge, same old superhero chat. The pain and humiliation of gym class.
Is this really what the killer cyborg dreams about? That boring normal L.A life you left behind?? Oh well, at least the weather's nice.
Victor chances you back a glance, as if he knew you were tagging along the whole day but was too embarrassed to draw attention to it.
"This is pretty boring, huh? Sorry."
--
JOHANNA
It's not necessary a forest- the sun's too hot for that. All the tree cover can't shield you from its glare, the thrum of humidity against your skull. You can't necessarily tell if it's the heat waves emanating from the roots, or if those long, spiny vines are really moving like long spider limbs.
An axe imbeds itself in the tree just over your shoulder- whoever threw it missed, knew they could get past you and get their weapon back. Isn't afraid, is at home in this forest of death, doesn't think of being back in the Games as the nightmare others might.
"Oh," Johanna steps over a low slung vine (it definitely moved just now, right!) on her way towards you. "What are you doing here?" She looks more at home this way, shoulders burned red, sweat and blood outlining her wide-set eyes.
--
POLAND
Take your pick! Have a fancy tea party with Poland and the lovely aristocratic ladies, or maybe a celebratory drinking round with the Hussars, flushed with victory.
Or you can just ride a pony though the sweeping and unvanquished landscape of the Commonwealth! Everything is bright and colored with pastels and big ass grins from Poland. Don't expect any bullying, complaining or sass. Poland's got better shit to do than be fussy in a dream!
Seriously, don't ruin this for him, jerk!!
--
ERIDAN
You're on the beach and you've definitely gone swimming before, right. Duh. Of course you have, the ocean is nothing to be afraid of. Yet it still looks pretty fucking daunting, black and inky just beyond your shaky, wading footsteps.
Feferi is just at the edge of your eyesight, bobbing up and down in the water like the fish she's so fond of, as natural as wave.
Eridan glares at you around the rim of his glasses, hands shoved in his pockets. No he will not fuckin go further in, thank you vvery much. you can try and reason with him, if you like.
Is that a giant flying seahorse over there? Trolls are weird.
--
RAIKOU
You're in the Shimizu compound, a sprawling dojo with wooden walkways, traditional rooms and tranquil gardens. High stone walls shield the compound from the outside world, the surface world you can participate in but never change. You have this a feeling things would be better if you could get out there, but good luck. Every sliding door you open reveals more plain rooms with more doors. Scaling the walls only put you back in the courtyard.
The entire compound is empty except for Raikou, seated at the edge of a walkway in a comfortable dudekata, resigned to his fate.
"I figured it out a while ago," he stifles a yawn, tired even in sleep. "'You can't run away from where you'd from, what you did'." He nods to the blood pair of swords imbedded in the garden that lies between the two of you. "Something like that."
--
LAU
Seriously, don't go here. You won't find him anyway.
WHO: Donna Noble, Shirogane Naoto, Johanna Mason, Poland, Victor Mancha, Shimizu Raikou, Eridan Ampora, Lau
WHEN: Anytime during the dream plot!
NOTE: PLEASE RESPOND TO WHICHEVER DREAM YOURE INTERESTED IN. Try and specify who you're replying to. None of these dreams take place at the same time/place/etc.
DONNA
Public transit has never bee this roomy! These Chiswick buses must be bigger on the inside. At the front of the bus, where the driver ought to be, is just a telescope aimed at the stars.
Donna smiles from the midsection of the too large bus, and older man seated beside her. Their expressions are friendly, the table between them is littered with sweets and snacks, it's a friendly enough dream!
But approach the telescope and you'll get zapped to a different dream entirely. But the longer you're on the same bus there's a really loud, obnoxious buzzing, a pounding headache just behind your eyes.
"It's okay," Donna deals another round of cards between her and Wilf. "I don't mind if you get off at the next stop!"
--
NAOTO
NAOTO AS DETECTIVE CONAN
KANJI AS KAITO KID
COME JOIN THEM!!
--
VICTOR
You've been to enough embarrassing high school dreams, but this one looks particularly harmless. You wake up in the morning, read an encouraging note left y your mom (if you can read Spanish that is). Ride the bus to school, kick ass in math class, narrowly avoid being seen by any of the preppy frescos. Lunch with Jorge, same old superhero chat. The pain and humiliation of gym class.
Is this really what the killer cyborg dreams about? That boring normal L.A life you left behind?? Oh well, at least the weather's nice.
Victor chances you back a glance, as if he knew you were tagging along the whole day but was too embarrassed to draw attention to it.
"This is pretty boring, huh? Sorry."
--
JOHANNA
It's not necessary a forest- the sun's too hot for that. All the tree cover can't shield you from its glare, the thrum of humidity against your skull. You can't necessarily tell if it's the heat waves emanating from the roots, or if those long, spiny vines are really moving like long spider limbs.
An axe imbeds itself in the tree just over your shoulder- whoever threw it missed, knew they could get past you and get their weapon back. Isn't afraid, is at home in this forest of death, doesn't think of being back in the Games as the nightmare others might.
"Oh," Johanna steps over a low slung vine (it definitely moved just now, right!) on her way towards you. "What are you doing here?" She looks more at home this way, shoulders burned red, sweat and blood outlining her wide-set eyes.
--
POLAND
Take your pick! Have a fancy tea party with Poland and the lovely aristocratic ladies, or maybe a celebratory drinking round with the Hussars, flushed with victory.
Or you can just ride a pony though the sweeping and unvanquished landscape of the Commonwealth! Everything is bright and colored with pastels and big ass grins from Poland. Don't expect any bullying, complaining or sass. Poland's got better shit to do than be fussy in a dream!
Seriously, don't ruin this for him, jerk!!
--
ERIDAN
You're on the beach and you've definitely gone swimming before, right. Duh. Of course you have, the ocean is nothing to be afraid of. Yet it still looks pretty fucking daunting, black and inky just beyond your shaky, wading footsteps.
Feferi is just at the edge of your eyesight, bobbing up and down in the water like the fish she's so fond of, as natural as wave.
Eridan glares at you around the rim of his glasses, hands shoved in his pockets. No he will not fuckin go further in, thank you vvery much. you can try and reason with him, if you like.
Is that a giant flying seahorse over there? Trolls are weird.
--
RAIKOU
You're in the Shimizu compound, a sprawling dojo with wooden walkways, traditional rooms and tranquil gardens. High stone walls shield the compound from the outside world, the surface world you can participate in but never change. You have this a feeling things would be better if you could get out there, but good luck. Every sliding door you open reveals more plain rooms with more doors. Scaling the walls only put you back in the courtyard.
The entire compound is empty except for Raikou, seated at the edge of a walkway in a comfortable dudekata, resigned to his fate.
"I figured it out a while ago," he stifles a yawn, tired even in sleep. "'You can't run away from where you'd from, what you did'." He nods to the blood pair of swords imbedded in the garden that lies between the two of you. "Something like that."
--
LAU
Seriously, don't go here. You won't find him anyway.
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She kind of feels compelled to put her cowl down, because she should at least get to reveal her own sacred identity by herself one time, and not because Batman or Tim decided to yell out her name, like she's not in as much danger as they are. But maybe it's better to be careful.
"Um, a what, now? Oh, this isn't going to be one of those things where we find like, weird woodland creatures that worship you as their goddess and then I have to be the sacrifice, right?"
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"Trust me, the only woodland creatures here are like- gigantic spiders. And sure, if by 'worship me' you mean they'll try and eat us alive.."
The weird thing is, she's kinda enjoying having someone this clueless alongside her. At the very least, she can toss this chick to a Tribute and buy herself some time.
Johanna leans closer to the girl and points in a small cleaning beyond the tree.
"See, there's one right now." She says it's a spider but isn't that just some huge vine swaying with the breeze? Or are those legs..
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"Gigantic...spiders?"
She peers in the direction Johanna is pointing, her eyes gone wide.
"That's not...is it?"
She steels herself for a fight anyway.
"I hate mysterious forests."
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"You're wearing that insane costume and a spider is all you're scared of?" Johanna can smirk all she wants, but there's no getting around that spider is the size of a great dane! It seems to have the same idea Johanna had regarding Steph's capabilities, or maybe it's because Johanna is the one controlling the dream, but the spider clamors over a heft of logs and makes a beeline for the girl in the cowl.
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She mutters a quick, "Oh, boy," before deftly jumping out of the way, and rolling on top of the giant spider, to land on the other side, facing Johanna. She points sternly at her.
"You're like the second person to imply me wearing this costume means I'm not allowed to be scared of things! Hello, it's a giant spider!"
Which appears to be looking at Steph again.
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uh.. right.
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She flashes a quick smile Johanna's way, "Thanks, by the way! I'll even pretend like I was totally not scared I'd lose my hand!"
Steph bends down and places a hand on the spider. Now she feels kind of bad for it, though she probably shouldn't be.
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"These things eat dead tributes- other kids who are fighting." She pulls the axe unceremoniously from the thing's skull. "They wait until you've killed somebody, and then they clamor up and try to eat the corpse before the gamemasters take it away." It's weird that's still a part of this memory that bothers her, although Johanna hopes that it doesn't show in her expression, her hopefully casual tone.
To try and salvage any heartless points she lost with that revelation, Johanna leans in close to Steph, using the other girl's outfit to wipe spider blood off her axe. "Hold still."