Nightmare Moshpit

[ofthedream]

WHO: Everyone trapped in the Nightmares
WHERE: Nightmare Moshpit
WHEN: Starting Friday, 10am, continuing until the Dreamers are freed from the nightmares
WARNINGS: HIDEOUSNESS, everyone's personal nightmares, will probably have blood, gore, trauma, insanity, etc. Go nuts, people!
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COMPLETELY OPEN--come play! There are many, MANY places this nightmare can go from here.

[pacifisted]

[[You'll never get another chance to see inside so well.]]

Strains of hooting, whistling, discordant circus music belching forth from an ancient and rusty calliope he couldn't see accompanied the swirls of blinding lights that were slowly coming into view; he could hear laughter beneath the smothering sound, and felt himself try to smile. His face was frozen, he realized, touching trembling fingers to his cheeks--expressionless, blank, cold.

His eyes flicked helplessly back and forth, watching as the lights dimmed and then striped into red and white, thick and flowing, like fabric, or water (or blood, he heard himself think) unrolling and draping down over empty space. At the door of the great tent, men and women and children of all ages crowded, pushing to get in, waving tickets and chanting. A man with brown hair and refined features stood dressed in a blue military uniform at the barker's booth just to their left, crying out to the press of humanity before him

[pacifisted]

I was the first one to come out and surrender. Put your hands down.

He tried, straining to comply, but his hands were so heavy, like iron weights had been tied to his wrists; it was impossible to do anything but keep them up in the air.

"I can't," he mumbled through the not-face, tired from the effort. "I need them."

A deeper voice sounded from behind his back.

It hurts like hell. What's your name?His mind burned as he searched it, but he couldn't seem to recall. The question was repeated, twice more, before he turned to see who was asking it of him

[loveyourenemy]

In the midst of the grotesque carnival sights, Matsuka stepped gingerly, pulling his arms and a psion shield close around him in growing nervousness. He'd followed Bakura into the dream without hesitation, but now he wasn't sure where he was or how he'd ended up there. This was nothing that he recognized, all the more unsettling for being so unfamiliar.

Instead, he wandered into the desert, and into the dark. His power glowed faintly around him in a corona of green light that illuminated only himself, in the deep red and black of the Members Elite uniform, his hand outstretched against the blackness.

Is... is anyone here? he called out hesitantly with the voice of his mind. I'm sorry if I'm intruding, but... I can't seem to find my way--

[pacifisted]

We'll meet again.

Trowa could see something approaching, but did not know what to make of it, the green light showing off the crisp, clean lines of clothing that looked far too much like Lady Une's OZ uniform for his tastes. And yet, it wasn't right--a man, instead, without the epaulettes or the white leggings--but something was following him, half-hidden in shadow. What could be seen of it implied metallic feathers and cold, unliving eyes.

"Get out of here," Trowa called out to the stranger, his grip tightening around the crate, nails digging into the soft wood and leaving small crescent moons to mark their actions. His voice was ragged, as though he hadn't spoken in years and had started up again by screaming.

It would take the man away; would blow him to pieces in an instant, leaving only an empty space, as if he'd never existed. As if he had never been anyone, or anything, only so many free-floating molecules drifting along in a vast stretch of nothing.

One of the eyes flared green.

[loveyourenemy]

"Bakura!"

It was without even a moment's pause for thought that Matsuka had flung himself after his friend, for once abandoning his usual hesitance over intruding into other people's minds. Something was wrong, and Bakura needed his help. But finding him within the dreamscape of his mind was another matter.

Surrounded by the green glow of his power, he floated through a vast spacescape. Not his own - it was too crowded with stations and spacecraft and planets to be anything stretch of space that Matsuka knew. Still, behind him against the stars hung the image of catastrophe, a gas giant with a hole blasted cleanly through its core, and behind it, unseen, Meggido floated like a giant tombstone in the midst of space.

If he turned around, he would see it. So he didn't turn. Instead he focused on Bakura's voice, pushing determinedly through the layaers of his mind in search of it.

Bakura! Can you hear me? It's Matsuka!

[loveyourenemy]

There! Matsuka flew straight towards the voice that called out to him; the blackness of space around him dissolved away into a jumble of broken toys, and then those, too, were left behind. In his red Knights uniform, he stood facing the two Bakuras, eyes moving slowly from one to the other with the faintest of questioning looks.

Bakura. Not Bakura.

Bakura, he said without speaking. Are you all right? A ridiculous question, under the circumstances, but his voice was calm, and he watched both Bakuras closely.

WIDE OPEN

[satisfiedsigner]

He felt like he'd been running forever. Where was he supposed to go? They were all trapped here and always had been and Yuusei knew that as well as any of them. What was even the point in running? They should have stayed and fought instead of running like cowards.

His friends had never been cowards. He couldn't believe they were trying to take that way out now. he couldn't believe he'd followed them. but he couldn't let them get hurt either...

Then he was on the ground and the side of his leg was on fire. Fuck. It had to be raining tonight

Re: WIDE OPEN

[satisfiedsigner]

And he found himself staring at bars. He was seconds away from falling back against the wall and sliding to the ground at the site of them. Why here? Why did he have to be here...?

Somehow he was able to stay on his feet and shuffle his way over to the bars. It wasn't Solitary, at least; it was that other cell, the one that had seen more than its share of his blood. The one where he'd did...the one where he would die. He could feel it already, the oppresive atmosphere that signaled the presence of his God. The God who would be disappointed if he just asked to be taken back right now

[satisfiedsigner]

There was a voice...not his or Cavil's or Saitou's...although it was really hard to tell with Cavil muking up his thoughts like this. what if it wasn't even really there--he knew he'd hallucinated last time.

"B-Bakura...?" he bit his lip to keep from screaming again; it already hurt to make any noise at all. "Don't! Stay away!"

he dreams in text adventures, yep // open

[ennoble]

You arrive at what appears to be a Japanese shrine, close by a river and surrounded by trees.

Do you:
>Go near the shrine
>Go near the river

[speedofnaked]

>Head toward the shrine

[ennoble]

The shrine is not what it seems. Upon closer inspection, the architecture is more Ancient Egyptian that has been twisted to fit. Great stone columns support the building, and all the walls are carved with a language impossible to decipher. In the middle, sitting before a doorway, is a large golden box similarly carved with an impossible language and a huge eye.

You feel as if the eye is watching.

>Approach the box
>Return

[speedofnaked]

It's the first dream Terra's encountered since her own, meandering through twisting pathways that clogged her senses with magic, but it's not something was prepared to expect. Things seem to shift around in ways she doesn't foresee, and that don't make sense - but, perhaps, this is because she is an intruder in someone else's mind.

The Magitek Armor leaves heavy footprints as she >approaches the box, curious.

Closed. I mean, unless you want to get blown up by missiles or burned to death.

[speedofnaked]

xepi stop topping me 8(

[speedofnaked]

She didn't remember anything between the bright fire and the dark ice, but it was in a small room where she woke next. One light only reached its eight corners, and the low ceiling held that spark of white level with her face. Her eyes watered from the brightness, and that wetness only made it more difficult to see. She raised her hand to shield her eyes - but no, that wasn't right. Her hand rose, but its journey halted after only an inch climbed, tight restraints cutting into her wrist. Her other hand was the same; her ankles as well; leaning forward strained the bandages over her mouth, rigged to the back of the throne. She could not move, and she could not scream; her hands dropped to steel armrests, fingers curling. Even with her blurred vision, she saw the man before her and knew him, who had always been standing before her. Sweat beaded on her forehead and rolled with wretched slowness down her face, measuring the distance between her wet eyes and dry mouth. She remembered this room, and this man, and the only thing unrestrained

totally cramping my style here 8(

[speedofnaked]

This isn't right, thought Terra. This isn't me...

... Is it?

There were too many people hurt and scarred, and there was Leo, and wasn't that Jomy? or maybe it was Edgar? And there, that had to be Celes, didn't it? or was it Mara?, flames ripping at their clothes and hair like jackals.

No, thought Terra. This isn't me anymore!

Her hands shook and struggled to pry the crown from her brow, the pressing weight of continents against her will. But as she reached, one hand after another grabbed at her wrists, nails and talons and screws and daggers digging into her blood vessels and her gear-joints, and the oil from her wounds was thick and black.

You'll wish you could return to feeling nothing. I understand only too well… They're counting on you... I won't force you… burn everything!

and she was drowning on fire and steel, steam and ice, on blood scorching through her collapsing throat. I don't want this, I don't want this! she screamed, coughing poison and jagged coins of glass, I'm not this person anymore!! Her hand slammed

DEEP BREATH WE'RE ALMOST DONE

[speedofnaked]