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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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"I was just saying hello, since we happen to both be here. I guess we could both just stand here and ignore each other, though!"
She eyes the water level with mistrust, and takes a few steps back, wanting it to be lower.
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His eyes flicker briefly to her before turned resolutely back to the ocean.
"Can't you lowwbloods evven swwim?"
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"Not really," she offers through gritted teeth. "I've never really lived near water, so..."
She spots Feferi a little further into the ocean, and says, a little wistfully, "It sure would have been cool to learn, though!"
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"Yeah, wwell," Eridan begins, but cuts himself off, watching Feferi dive between the waves, regardless of the storm brewing at the edge of the horizon.
"Wwe livve by one noww so you better fuckin figure it out." Even if Eridan's words are always a little coarse, the usual venom he has with speaking to lowbloods has dulled somewhat. This is just a dream, right? Course it is, Fef is there and not punishing him for what he's done.
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"I probably should. What if I go on a cruise and then almost drown?"
She bites her lip but a smile lingers on her face. It's probably to early to joke about this with anyone who actually cares about her, so here she can do that if she wants. She's sure a highblood with no regard for her won't mind her being flippant about something like this.
"Maybe I'll ask Feferi to teach me."
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"You'd havve to do somethin pretty stupid to get yourself killed noww youre godtier." At the suggestion Fef could teach Aradia, he sneers back at the girl, fully taking his eyes off the highest of the high bloods for the first time in their conversation.
"I vvery much doubt you can be taught anythin. Especially from Fef."
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"I bet Feferi's a good teacher, though. I think I'd learn a thing or two!"
She shakes her hair back, and tucks a few stray strands behind her ears. She carefully doesn't look at Eridan.
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"uh Yeah, I guess," he grumbles, scuffing his feet in the sand, taking a few anxious steps back from the forward moving tide.
"Wwhat wwould you need to fuckin swwim for anywway? You can fly and shit noww."
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As if to illustrate Eridan's point, she hovers above the water and flies backwards a little. She carefully lowers herself into the water at a level she considers safer.
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He's not a huge fan of being in the water either, but seeing Aradia dip her feet in seems like fuckin blasphemy.
"Knock it off!" he snaps, stomping towards the girl, in full lecture mode. "There's a real fuckin good reason wwhy your kind isn't allowwed in the ocean and it's not just cause you can't swwim!" He cast an anxious look around them, as if his objection towards Aradia's swimming attempts we're merely a concern of racial purity.