thoughtformed | ALL OF JACKIE'S KIDS DREAMS

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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!"
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NAOTO

NAOTO AS DETECTIVE CONAN
KANJI AS KAITO KID
COME JOIN THEM!!

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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."
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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.
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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!!
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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.
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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."
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LAU

Seriously, don't go here. You won't find him anyway.

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Her eyes cut to the bobbing, gray blob with wet, wild locks of hair swirling around her like tentacles in the ocean surf. She's so far, yet her quivering laughter is crystalline even over the deep, gushing rumble of the sea. A particularly chilly gust of wind has Jade curling her arms together, rubbing at them through the sleeves of her shirt. This dream was so... dreary.

She makes a small face at his explanation. "If you say so!"

Bluhh, so awkward! How in the world was she supposed to make conversation with a troll she pretty much did not get along with even in the slightest?!

Wwhatevver wwitch, sorry his dreams can't be all the fun you're used to! Eridan takes up the tactic that maybe if he just ignores this intruder she'll disappear. It's not like he wanted to make conversation either. Well, I mean.. he does a little but.. no, she'd just make a big deal about everything. This girl is mostly annoying anyway.

Eridan pulls his own little fact at Jade's response, but otherwise is working Extra Hard to pretend she doesn't exist.

For how dark and cold as this dream seems, the surrounding beach actually looks pretty fun! maybe you could try some exploring?

Exploring seems to be the best choice considering her other options included a second go at conversation with Eridan, or standing there purposelessly in silence. Both of which were equally undesirable. So she departs, leaving him to faithfully keep watch of a girl Jade is almost positive is nothing more than a figment of his imagination (it was something about the way she laughed in a continuous loop that had tipped her off).

She wanders aimlessly down the shoreline, sometimes stopping to examine a particularly pretty shell or rock. Along the way she picks up a knobby stick, the wood dark and waterlogged, and uses it to flip over suspicious looking pieces of driftwood and to cautiously poke at slops of beached kelp.

Okay, that only works for a few minutes before Eridan pries his eyes off the horizon and remembers the latest guest. What the fuck is she doing!! He grumbles to himself, striding across the sand to meet up with her.

"Hey!" he snaps, stumbling a little in his inappropriate for beach wear (although totally fashionable) shoes. "Quit wwanderin off. You got a fuckin deathwwish??"

In the middle of rifling through a slimy heap of seaweed, she pauses to glance over her shoulder at the approaching seatroll. Oh super, was he going to follow her now?

"What are you talking about? I was just taking a look around!" It's not like there was anything else to do! He didn't expect her to just stand around, did he?

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"I don't care wwhat you wwere doin, you're just gonna get into fuckin trouble," Eridan retorts, as if listening to Jade is some kind of physical impossibility for the troll.

Reaching the girl's side, Eridan makes a valiant attempt to usher the girl back where he can keep an eye on both her and Feferi at the same time. By which I mean he crosses his arms and huffs a lot, sending angered glances back where she came.

For a moment, she remains where she is, crouched by the tangle of kelp with her branch still sheathed into the side of the mass, with a noticeably peeved expression on her face. Just when it seems as though she had every intention of ignoring his cheeky requests, she stands— but she doesn't move.

"How am I going to get into trouble? There's nothing to get in trouble with!"

Ugh, she's impossible. Eridan takes the more direct route, hand jutting out to grab this girl's wrist and tug her along the beach, back in the direction he came. This however brings up two weird feelings; one that he is definitely touching a girl. uh. And the second is that Feferi, while back in his line of vision, isn't splashing around happily and laughing anymore. Even from this distance he can tell she's just as peeved as the girl on land. UGH. women.

"Here," he mutters, changing course jerkily and starting towards a craggy patch of rocks that jut out over the water. "If you wwanna put yourself in fuckin danger, at least do it someplace wwhere I can see you." He isn't letting go of her wrist, but the grip is a lot less 'come-along' feeling, or more that he's trying to get to girl to keep her balance on the slippy rocks.

"Here, there. " Eridan gestures gruffly at the patches of shallow wall beneath them, dotted with coral and tiny starfish. Small, alien looking guppy fish blink many eyes up at the two ginormous figures peering down at them.

She'd nearly tried to twist violently from his grasp, but what would be the point? That would've just started an even bigger argument, and quite frankly that was more of a headache than it was worth. So she'd stumbled along after him, glaring holes into the back of his stupid, horned head, nearly tripping when he'd abruptly changed direction. She crinkles her nose at his comment, and opens her mouth to retort that she 'couldn't be in any danger, they were dreaming!' when she glimpses the tide pools. Her frowning mouth softens and her eyes brighten.

"Oh! They're so little!"

"Yeah. They're fuckin babies." But even with the irritation in his voice, Eridan can't help looking from the sealife he's showing off to the girl's face. He keeps double to make sure that's real enthusiasm before remembering he's still holding onto this chick's wrist!! He lets go of Jade fast, which actually doesn't help with of either of their balance on the slippery rocks.

"er--!"

The excitement is replaced with something akin to panic, her teeth clicking shut in a grimace as her equilibrium tips. She takes a step back to steady herself, but finds little purchase on the algae-slick rocks. She reaches out to grab onto something— anything!— to right herself, and ends up grasping at Eridan's cape. Here's hope he's prepared for that!

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Last time somebody grabbed his cape, it was Gamzee in their own little dream adventure. While Karkat and Eridan's adventure may have ending in kissing, let's just say.. that's not how the last time went.

Eridan flails wildly at- holy shit, it's choking me!!- before both human and troll crash into about a foot and a half of water. Nice going Eridumb.

"Bluh!" She spits seawater from her mouth, lifting a hand to scrub at her stinging eyes. Their combined splashes had hit her directly in the face, her hair clinging to her flushed cheeks in inky swirls. She clumsily grapples her glasses from her face, clutching them in one hand while the other presses fingers firmly against her clenched eyelids.

"Owww..."

She's soaked.

You're soaked? How do you think Eridan feels! The front of his hands are all scuffed up from holding out his hands to stop from getting a mouth full of seawater. On top of that- at least you still HAVE your glasses. Eridan's dropped in the dark water with a resounding 'plop!' when the duo crashed into the waves. this whole dream is a disaster.

At least Fef is laughing again.

Eridan hisses at Jade's complaint, fingers fumbling through obstructed vision to try and find his missing specs. It's hard enough to see without them, let alone his wet fringe plastered across his eyes.

She blinks rapidly, catching tears on the back of her hand as they thread down her cheeks. When Eridan is no longer a watery blur, she reaches out and smacks the flat of her palm against the water, splashing him. Not that it mattered much, they were both drenched.

"Thanks a lot, fuckruckus!"

He groans at the nickname and the splashing- as if this isn't difficult already.

"Shut up! I was tryin to showw you shit, you're the one wwho made us fall!" Fef, I'm so serious right now, you've got to stop laughing or at least lend him a hand finding his glasses. Eridan pulls up a handful of shells, sand and a weirdly misshaped crawdad type creature. Nope, not his glasses, not that he can tell through all his squinting. Wow, you really are blind, huh Eridumb?

She grinds out an agitated 'uuugh!', trying her best to dry her glasses before perching them back on her face. Then she's reaching past him into the water, narrowly saving his specs before he crushes them with his knee.

"Here." She bumps her knuckles firmly against his shoulder, his glasses in hand.

Eridan grumbles right back at her, though he tries to make it sound a little bit thankful when he realizes she's pushing his glasses back at him. He slips them over his nose, lenses still dripping wet, and squints through the waterclogged vision after her.

"uh." Thanks, is what he's supposed ot add, but this is still Eridan, he can't anage basic human niceties. He clears his throat and a small wave bumps into the pair of them with the ebbing tide.

And she hadn't expected him to, either.

She somewhat gracelessly pushes herself to her feet, and turns to slosh back onto shore. Once she's out of the sea, she bows and scoops her hair over one shoulder, wringing the water from it with her hands with a sort of miserable expression on her face. This is a nightmare.

If it's anybody's nightmare, it has to be Eridan. He stomps back onto shore, the whole ensemble he picked out for this dream drenched to the core. He shoots the laughing Fef a withering glare before turning back on Jade.

"You're lucky none a the other seadwwellers didn't notice you in there." Soggy arms crossed over his soggy chest. "Don't evven fuckin think about gettin back in there."

She stills, takes a deep breathe through her nose, and straightens to fix him with a chilly stare.

"I didn't want to go for a swim in the first place." She answers stiffly.

Now that he has his glasses back on, that stare can chill him to the bone. He affixes his face with a more sour look than usual to combat it, but honestly he's pretty floored by the possibility of incurring anybody's wrath in dreams after Gamzee. Eridan fusses with the edge of a sleeve, pulling his eyes away from his deathglare.

"Not like I wwanted to get in there either!" he counters stubbornly, ignoring the happy splashing a few meters out to see.

The ice ebbs a little to make room for confusion.

"Aren't you supposed to be a seadweller or something?" The emphasis on 'sea' is accompanied by a glance to the ocean. Y'know, Eridan, a seadweller as in someone who dwells in the sea. With water and such.

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"Yeah, I am," he snaps. Wringing water out of his coat, yet still attempting to look dignified. "That doesn't mean I havve to be in there all the time!"

That doesn't seem like a very good excuse, but the water is pretty dakr and creepy looking. Maybe it's not so weird to be afraid of it-- not that Eridan is afraid! Does he look afraid??

"Are you scared of water?"

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