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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Eridan would bite her head off for that (cause wwhat does SHe knoww) when it becomes apparent they are dealing with more serious matters. Clucking his tongue in irritation he seizes Jade's wrist for a second time and tugs the girl further inland. There's not so far to run to, but at the very least at the center of their little desert island the water is only as deep as their calves.

"Wwait, wwhere's Fef?" Eridan mumbles, eyes scanning the horizon. It's hard to hear any kind of laughing over the rushing water that is steadily rising against them. If Eridan's afraid of the water, keeping an eye on Fef takes priority, so much so he forgets he's still holding onto Jade's wrist.

Jade blanches. "You're worried about Feferi? Feferi is a seatroll! In a few minutes there won't even be an island anymore and I—" she winces as the water licks up to the backs of her knees, "I can't breathe underwater like you can, Eridan!"

She knows this is just a dream, a terrible dream, but everything felt so real. It's almost guaranteed dying would be granted that same extent of realism.

Eridan barely gives Jade a second glance at that, already dreading the concept of getting his hair wet.

"And wwhat the fuck d'you expect me to do about it?" It wouldn't be the first time somebody died in a dream. Water laps up to their waists now and Eridan irritably tugs his cape out of the current.

"... What do I—" she starts, then stops. A moment later she's wrenching her hand from his grasp. She defiantly scowls at him, but her trembling lower lip gives her terror away.

"Nothing."

Okay, he didn't expect this girl to be scared. Eridan's expression of annoyance falters and his eyes sweep around them for some way to keep this girl from drowning, or at the very least stop complaining.

"So you like. Wwant me to savve you or somethin?" Oh my gog Eridan, there is water waist hgh and you have the gall to ask that??

"I want to not drown!" The current is strong, and it causes her to wobble where she stands. It won't be long before she'll be treading water, and that's only if Eridan's sea doesn't turn out to have some weird, unswimmable water. And even then, how long would it be before exhaustion set in? Or before one of those seadwellers Eridan had ranted about earlier found them?

At the sound of Jade's shout, the water seems to halt it's rise, beginning a hurried ebb down in height. As the rush of water isn't pounding in their ears, they're able to hear Fef again- which appears to be the main concern Eridan was hanging onto.

"That's convvenient," Eridan mumbles, looking back to the girl in alarm, in case she used her wwitchery to accomplish this shit. "Are you controllin this dream?"

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"Wh-What?" She opens clenched eyes, and glances watery-eyed down at the receding tide.

"N... No, I'm not doing anything."

There's no way Eridan believes that tripe! Leave it to a glubbin wwitch to be oblique about their abilities at all.

"Fuck, Jay," he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck at the sheer awkward moment tey just had. Her beggin for her life and all. "You're really fucking scared a this ocean." And before Jade can snap all over again and make an island-bound fuck ruckus, Eridan adds hurriedly, "I hate it too." uh wwhat? Okay as soon as he says it he looks like he wants to take it back. That's pretty rough language for your home!

She stares at him dubiously, then sniffs, canting her head to the side to rub the water from her eyes.

"... Who wouldn't be scared of drowning?" It's not like it's fun. In fact, she is pretty sure it is the exact opposite of fun!

"Why do you hate it?" she asks quietly, after the water has drained to their ankles.

"Wwell, it's not like I'd let you fuckin drowwn if you asked me to savve you," Eridan grumbles, mostly (hopefully) inaudible, scuffing his soaked shoe against the newly reappeared shoreline. Yep, the water recedes back to it's normal level, even if it looks like Fef is swimming farther than ever. It takes Eridan a moment to realize she asked the second question.

"That's not wwhat I meant!" he snaps, face flushing with embarrassment. "It came out wwrong. Of course a seadwweller doesn't hate the sea. And if I did wwhat wwould I be fuckin telling you for??"

The frustration she'd shown earlier is back, but it's lacking most of its bite. "Why do you always do that?"

He grumpy-glares back. "Do wwhat?"

"You say something kinda nice, or you're honest for once, and then you take it right back! Why do you bother saying anything at all if you're just going to do that?"

Dumb. So dumb.

Eridan blinks after the girl, because nobody usually cares enough to point out what about his behavior is wrong, at least not so clearly. Who am I kidding, people point it out all the time, he usually just isn't trapped on an abandoned island with them at the time.

Eridan opens his mouth to argue that, or maybe agree, but stops short. He points at Jade's skirt where one of the starfishes from the tide pool is unceremoniously stuck.

She follows his indicating finger down to her skirt, and makes a small, surprised noise. Carefully, she unfastens it from the fabric of her skirt, and turns to trot back to the tide pools. However, she hesitates when she gets there, her toes just inches from the waterline.

Then she takes a deep breath, steels herself, and wades in only far enough to set the five-legged echinoderm back where it belongs.

Okay, that definitely makes Eridan nervous. He makes a great point not to draw attention to this (maybe he even tip toes!), but he follows Jade's steps to the water. He's already starting to dry off though, so wading back in the water is not in his immediate plans. He lingers at the edge of the tide, eyes sweeping to make sure Jade absolutely is in no risk of other seadwellers or angry aquatic life.

Then again, it's pretty clear by this point Eridan has no control over this dream.

Once she's sure the starfish has safely latched to the rock wall of the tidepool, she hurriedly sloshes back to shore. Once she's out of the water, she leans down to hitch her skirt up to her knees and wrings the hem of it firmly with her hands.

Without even a ray of sun in sight, was there really any hope for drying off?

Eridan averts his eyes once the girl is back on land. See, she's safe, no point staring after a lame witch who turns the whole freakin ocean on you in your own dream. she's the one who hasn't got anything better to do than interrupt a dream that was already pretty boring, considering Eridan didn't want to swim out and-

"It's not that I'm fuckin scared a it or I hate it," he mutters, returning to their earlier conversation when the waters began to recede. "I just don't. Wwant to go in there if I can fuckin help it." Didn't you just say if you had an issue with the ocean, you wouldn't tell this witch? Somehow keep secrets seems kind of pointless in this dream.

She swallows down a bitter 'So much for not wanting to tell me!' and gives her skirt a final squeeze before smoothing it out against her legs.

"But why?" If he isn't scared, nor does he hate it, what other conceivable reason could it be?

Eridan squirms against that question, like it's his lusu giving him a stern squeeze to remind him to stand up straight, stay focused, don't fuckin mention to landdwwellers you're a glubbin pansy.

"Y-you already said it," he hurriedly replies, voice a bit wavier than usual. "You said tha.. that is wwas creepy." Somehow now Fef's splashing and laughter sounds like she's mocking him. Eridan makes his hands into tiny fists at his side, nails digging into his palms.

She hates to point out the obvious, but...

"Wouldn't that mean you're scared of it?"

Color immediately rises on Eridan's face. Look, even if that seems to be the case you can't just go out and say it like that! Where is a sense of manners and decorum with these fuckers anyway.

"You're the one wwho wwas practically cryin before! You're the one who's fucking scared shitless a it!"

"I never said I wasn't!"

Jeez, what is it with boys and their dumb aversion to admitting to things like being scared? It wasn't like it made them any less scared by keeping it to themselves!

Eridan bristles at that reply. Now he knows her weakness! Well, another one a them. Humans sure have a ton of weakness, don't they? The non god-tier ones at least.

"Look, the point is! That's wwhy she's out there and I'm here, okay? It's not about being scared." He nods firmly, as if this is partially to convince himself. "Besides, it's better this wway." Though honestly even if he says that last part, he's not sure what the logic behind it is. It just sorta came out.

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