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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.
VICTOR.
"Oh! No, it's very interesting, actually! I wasn't sure if New Moore was a good example of what human life is like, so this is pretty cool."
She looks around, and her wings flutter a little as she lifts slightly off the ground. When she touches down again, her appearance flickers for a second--a glimpse of her robotic self, before she looks normal again.
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"That's right," he murmurs, leaning against one of the locks. "You said you used to be a robot? But it was complicated, or something." Victor laughs half-heartedly, adding, "I think it usually is."
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She pushes down her hood, and hums a little thoughtfully. Now, meet her robot form. She touches one of the locker, trying to puzzle out its use, but she continues talking to Victor.
"It's a little complicated, but I don't think it's boring at all, if you'd like to know."
She turns back to him, and smiles. It looks out of place, and a little creepy on her robot face.
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"Hey, just because my dreams are boring it doesn't mean I don't like hearing interesting stuff!" And because this is a dream, the locker he's next to is his own. Glancing to Aradia to indicate she should watch him, he turns the combination lock to his old combo, opening the locker with ease.
"It was something to do with my roommate, right?"
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"He made this body for me."
She fiddles with the lock on the locker she's leaning next to, her voice gone flat, "I was able to merge with it as a sprite in the game we were playing, and then I had a body again, after what seemed like a long time, but with a few extra things I wasn't expecting."
Aradia smiles again, extra bright.
"But I guess it all worked out in the end!"
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"Yeah!" he grins back. "You're a troll again, right? With wings this time!"
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And suddenly, Aradia is in her godtier form again. Dreams sure are weird.
"Yes, the wings are a nice addition!"
She looks down the hallway, and comments, "This schoolhive is much larger than the one I attend here."
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"Well, yeah. This is L.A. All the schools here are pretty huge." Dream logic doesn't make it any small, or more easily navigable either.
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"It must be a little scary," she says, peering around a corner as they turn into a new hallway. "It feels like a maze!"
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"So.. they really don't send you guys to school on your planet?" He peers quizzically after her. "How do you guys learn anything?"
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She hesitates for a few seconds, then: "I also had extra help, from the voices of the dead!"
She continues walking along casually.
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"uh Lusii are Lusus right? Karkat's talked about that before but uh." What is a delicate way to put this. "Do you guys.. all hear.. dead people?" He was gonna ask if she could see dead people too, but Sixth Sense really ruined that line for anybody.