ALL OF JACKIE'S KIDS DREAMS

[oftpartitioned]

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.

Comments

[notvictorious]

Okay, punching someone who just stabbed your best friend is a totally logical response. Victor knows this even without computer parts in his hardwiring. But somehow when the person your best friend punches is your mom, that's where Victor's motherboard functions go a little haywire.

"What the FUCK-" He turns on Nathan and shoves the other boy hard against- well, where a wall should have been. Everything is getting pretty blurred and the motion he just made sends a huge jolt of pain from the stab wound.

Victor doubles forward, clutching at the knife (do not pull it out, you will bleed out in a second, oh fuck did she get you in the fucking heart).

"Ow, ow, ow," he hisses, none too impressively, though his image is the last thing he's worried about at the moment.

Marinella closes the distance between herself and her son again a second time. Now that Nathan's struck her, her face seems even more off balance, like a mask that's being worn slightly skewed. The force of Nathan;s punch split the woman's lip, but just like with Victor there's no blood, but a funny glean of metal underneath the broken skin. Victor has this point only halfway noticed before Marianella takes the knife hilt and twists.

Somewhere between Victor's screaming hopefully Nathan picks up on the discreet message of SAVE ME RIGHT THE FUCK NOW SORRY I PUSHED YOU BUT HELP ME.

[reanimated]

FOR FUCK'S SAKE, ROBOCOP.

Nathan reels backward. It didn't feel like a particularly rough push, but with everything quickly careening out of control it doesn't matter. He picks himself up in time to see Marianella's face— wait...

Too late, she's back to the knife and Nathan's on his feet. "Oi!" The fury across his face echoes one of Curtis' many alternate futures (that Nathan technically doesn't remember ever happening). Don't fuck with someone Nathan cares about, and definitely don't try to kill them. Or succeed. This time his movements are less spastic, and he gives Marianella a hard shove away from Victor. "Piss off, psycho robo-bitch!" Then, almost casually to Victor: "Wasn't your dad the robot?"

[notvictorious]

Victor sends a look back to Nathan, expression clouded with ow that knife fucking hurt and general confusion. His reactions and movements are pretty slowed by the fucking knife in his chest but, hesitantly, he manages a dull nod.

"She's.. not," he mumbles and struggles to stand up straight, failing pretty spectacularly at that and struggling to right himself with a hand on Nathan's shoulder. "My mom's not a r-" Oh shit, Marianella's coming back! And given this is a fucking kitchen, she's armed herself with a new knife.

Victor gives Nathan one more shove, only this time it's less angry and more with the intention of getting him out of harm's way. Doing so upturns Victor's already tenuous sense of balance and Victor falls to an ungainly heap on the floor. Landing on the goddamn knife only serves to make a painful moment hurt a million times more, so Victor hauls the knife from his chest- because this is a dream, maybe he won't bleed into his lungs and die in minutes- and flings the weapon across the floor, clattering to a stop near Nathan. Marinella stands over the two boys with- oh goddamnit, that's a fucking meat cleaver.

Victor's not sure if it's fear or actually dying that's making it hard to breathe. It's jsut a dream, right? So wake up, wake up, wakeupwakeupwakeup!!

[reanimated]

Why would you shove an immortal out of harm's way? Idiot robot, best friend.

Staple-gunning a prick's hand isn't the same as stabbing someone, but Nathan figures it's pretty much the same principal and picks up the knife. Before he really knows what he's doing, he's on his feet. "You can't kill me," Nathan sneers.

But Marianella can certainly try. Nathan's wiry and jumpy, and that's about all he has going for him. "Oi, this is your dream," he shouts as he evades a slice perilously close to his neck. "Can't you make me win?"

As if either of them have control over the situation. Marianella manages to corner him, and then there's that lovely familiar sensation of something stabbing him in the stomach. "Not again," Nathan groans, flippant about death even in dreams. But he does manage one flash of brilliance — while he's got Marianella in close quarters, he manages to get her in the arm. More metal, more sparks. "That's not natural," the immortal rasps as blood trickles from his mouth.

[notvictorious]

Okay, Nathan with a knife is easily one of the scarier aspect of this dream. Right, Victor keeps reminding himself, face against the floor. It's just a dream. If you just force yourself to wake up, everything will be okay. He's deep into that idea when the warm puddle of blood creeps around his necks, cause Victor to start majorly. Okay, definite panic attack, he realizes, trying to sit up and slipping in his own blood. His hands clutch at the gaping hole in his chest (where are the sparks!! Where's the metal!! Why is this happening??) when Marianella slips the knife in Nathan's stomach.

Ultron said once that Victor didn't need to breathe, that he could get by without any of those pathetic human functions. But at that moment Victor feels as if breathing is a huge obstacle, as if finding air to scream a ton of Spanish expletives at the thing that just stabbed his best friend was the most important function he could manage.

With difficulty, Victor struggles to his feet. If she'd stabbed you in the heart, you'd be dead, he knows this. But he can taste blood at the back of his throat, which means a long, suffocating death is waiting for him instead. Doesn't matter. Gotta help Nathan. A stab to the stomach is dangerous and painful but if they get away, if they get to a hospital- The idea that Nathan is immortal and therefore doesn't need medical treatment never occurs to Victor. Hey, if he's not a robot and mom is, what's the use assuming any of the normal rules apply!

"Stop," he blearily directs at.. okay well, at this point it could be either of them. Victor smears blood across the counter he's lurching against tot get between Marinella and Nathan. It's not a very heroic rescue- Victor's eyes are half closed, his face is white as a sheet and uh there's a shit done of blood as he is bleeding out from a stab wound to the chest but- Damnit! He's gonna get between this thing and his best friend if it kills him.

He puts a hand on Nathans shoulder with a crooked smile. "Thanks," he mutters, weakly trying to push Nathan in the direction of the door, away from this fucked up woman-bot and out of this nightmare. "Thanks, but you gotta- wake up."

[reanimated]

Superstitious morons believe that if you die in your dreams, you'll die in real life. Nathan spits on that notion — he's done enough dying in both to know it just isn't true. But he's still working on that whole shadow thing, not sacrificing people just because he's immortal. So despite everything, that irrational fear takes hold. Victor is probably going to die. Even if he can repair himself, it's a dream, maybe the rules don't work the same way— "Fucking idiot," Nathan growls. "Are you mentally deficient? You've got to wake up."

He grabs Victor's arm with one blood-slick hand and tries to drag him along to the door. A mistake, as they're both unsteady on their feet to say the least.

"Wake up," he repeats, voice growing weaker. "I was only joking about having superhero dreams, alright, this isn't the time to do hero shit."

Nathan knows he's got one foot in the grave and it's just a matter of falling the rest of the way in at this point. He's familiar enough with the process to know he's not got much time. Maybe he'll be stuck in an endless loop unless Victor wakes up first — swear to god, if he comes back to life in this dream and has to fight robo-bitch again, he's never going to sleep again. "Wake. The fuck. Up." All Nathan knows for certain is that he's going to get very, very drunk after all this is over, and Robocop better tag along.

[notvictorious]

It's getting hard to follow what Nathan's saying, because it feels like his processes are all going to sleep, like a force shut down happening just behind his ears. Victor nods vaguely, casting a confused look around the room, as if he's never seen his childhood home before.

He follows the trail of blood he left behind them to his mother, standing picture perfect at the kitchen counter that seems so far away. She's cutting bell papers with the knife she used to stab him. Somehow watching it cut through them makes Victor's chest wound ache.

And then he wakes up.

Yeah, definitely getting drunk after this.