Nov 08, 2003 11:58
We were holding a convention in a gigantic hotel that was sometimes a converted house and sometimes essentially the Overlook from The Shining. There was a stairway that was one long hintbook to the Dark Tower series, with photos and newsclippings fastened to the individual steps with varnish showing scenes from places where the Tower hit the 'real world'. And there was an enchanted thing -- sometimes it was a corset, or a basket, or a box of pens -- that had originally been created by this very old, very frail woman (but no one knew that). The item was magical.
They held a wedding in the hotel without warning us, and we all snuck out to hold our filksings in the water park across the street -- at least until we heard the hotel collapsing. Suddenly we were My Little Ponies, and it was the Celebration Castle being pulled into the ground. There was room for one of us to fight her way in through the top, and I was the only pegasus (Skydancer, G1), so I went.
Inside, it was full of water that drained away when I kicked the ballroom door down. We got back into the hotel, and I went back to my room, human again when one of the bad guys showed up to say the old lady had drowned and he needed my pens and was going to find them. I knew they were in the bathtub; I also knew they could transfer their power at will, and now the power was in my hands. So he looked for the pens, and I painted a window on the door, reached through it, and turned off the lights.
Everywhere. The lights for the whole world, and as they came slowly back up, those of us in the hotel were it for the world, near as we can tell. I was downstairs looking for Rika, and then I woke up.
stephen king,
dreams,
dark tower,
my little pony