Characters: Anyone who wants to participate!
Date: Mid-event.
Summary: All of these individual dreams have combined into one mass dream that the characters have found themselves wandering around in. And it's less than pleasant.
Warnings: Possible violence.
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I don't want to know what Freud has to say about this )
The sky is a bright blue above, utterly cloudless; but if you look behind, there are stormheads in the distance. Growing smaller, being abandoned. You're on a massive bird flying toward the sun, as eventually becomes apparent when the tips of the enormous wings breach your line of sight in a distant, curving arc. There's the feeling, faint but there, of leaving unhappiness behind- all sadness, all pain. Now, on this ride, there's only peace.
Eleanor is nearby. Sprawled out on her back, eyes half-closed, a tiny dark-haired child dressed only in a white shift. Her birdcage is gone, and there's a small smile on her face.]
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[She feels the small, slight weight of her passenger and cranes her head back to eye the girl with a glinting gold eye, giving a shrill, curious caw.]
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Isn't this better?....nothing hurts anymore.
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[She almost doesn't know what to do with it.]
[Then, she gives another, more pleasant whirr, and tucks her great wings in for a dive. Better hold on, Eleanor! Maine's curious to see what she can do!]
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