Come Dreamwalk With Me 2 (Open Log)

[curious_copycat]

Who: Polly (curious_copycat) and anyone who feels like it.
What: Nocturnal Telepathic Shenanigans, Random CR, Drama, Exposition, Crack, Surreal Shite, Whatever you want.
Where: In Your Head
When: Tonight, during Polly's break. (But latecomers are always welcome.)
Warnings: A few of Polly's memories might come with her, and there are monsters in that thar head.

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[stargatejackson]

Daniel had laid down in bed, his first night in the new living quarters. He lay on his back, his hands under his head, staring at the ceiling...even after lights out.

He was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to sleep. Everything had been too weird, too fast...and way too traumatic for him to ever sleep...after such...a day...Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz......

**********

He opened his eyes and saw the desert. Abydos. The three moons hovering over the great pyramid. There was someone standing a distance away....Sha'uri! Daniel started moving towards her, hoping beyond hope and calling to her as he broke into a run. "Sha'uri! Kree! Niss trah!" Translation: Look! I am here!

[curious_copycat]

She found herself standing on a sand dune, entranced by the triple moons overhead and the huge structure they crowned, when she heard a voice. The girl who turned toward Daniel's shouted greeting was not the dusky beauty of his dreams, but a petite redhead. By the fairness of her skin, it was quite likely that she had never seen a desert in her life. (This was, in fact, true.)

Polly watched the approaching man with curiosity, not recognizing him. Between Luke's murder and resurrection, Shinji's hospitalization, school, her job and the innumerable other things that happened on the Thor each day, it was hard to keep track of the ship's population. Perhaps he was new...

She made her way toward him, her steps unsteady in the unfamiliar sand.

[stargatejackson]

He fairly leapt over sand dunes towards her, not realizing yet that she didn't look quite right. All that mattered was getting to her. In his mind's eye, she was still Sha'uri, he didn't want it to be anyone else.
Daniel threw his arms around her when he reached her, hugging her as if he was afraid to let go. "Oh how I've missed you," he slipped back into English without realizing it.

[curious_copycat]

Well, that was... unexpected. Polly was an affectionate person by nature, but generally that was with people she... knew.

"Um..."

Reaching up, the girl returned the hug, patting him on the back in a way that she hoped was comforting. The poor man probably needed it. Especially if he really was new. She'd been here almost four months, now. While she didn't altogether miss her own home, she had enough friends who did for her to have a certain amount of sympathy.

"Um... I think we haven't met, actually... My name's Polly."

[dancing_pierrot]

When Franziska went to bed tired, she tended to dream less. However, a lack of intellectual stimulation on this spaceship - how haphazard intergalactic law seemed to be made it more irritating than interesting - resulted in more frequent occurrence of nightmares.

She was reliving one of the worst weeks in her life again; the week her brother had been accused of murder - the week her father had been convicted. She was seventeen, the only source of comfort the whip in her hands as she trailed after the shadows of her father and brother - only the shadows, they did not exist in person.

And as she stumbled towards them, she felt younger again. Younger and younger, and as she got closer she looked at her hands. Small and chubby, the same size as an infant's. Too big for her now, she dropped the whip to the floor, still so far away from the people she was following. "Papa? Miles?"

[curious_copycat]

She was... Actually, she wasn't certain of where she was. This, in and of itself, alerted her to the fact that she wasn't in her own mind. There was no place unfamiliar, there. There couldn't be.

That meant...

There must be someone else, here. Who's mind was this? Someone she knew? Or someone else? She picked up her pace, looking and listening, hoping to find some clue, and not be lost for long. Ahead, around a corner, she thought she heard a child's voice, frightened.

There.

Polly stood a moment, taking in the scene--the retreating shadows, the little girl following them--before taking a step to follow as well.

"Hello...?"

[dancing_pierrot]

There - there was someone else here? Franziska turned, startled, bending down to grab her whip again. This time, it fit her hands - she was old enough again to wield it. She raised it defensively, turning to face the intrusion. Franziska felt ashamed she had almost been caught crying, as a Von Karma did not cry. "Who are you?" she called out, pulling the whip taut above her head. "How dare you interrupt like this?"

[curious_copycat]

Polly blinked as the child suddenly became a woman. Instinctively she held her hands up, showing that she was holding no weapons. She didn't exactly need weapons... but she also had no intention of hurting anyone, either.

"I'm Polly." she said, trying for a friendly smile. "I didn't mean to interrupt anything. Who're you?"

HO SHIT BEST IDEA EVER

[urlefthandgrl]

Ran Fan's insomnia had been worse and worse beginning the day she had watched Luke's body become riddled with bullets she had no power to stop. Then Polly had been attacked, then Shinjiro. It was like the victims were becoming closer and closer to Ran Fan, one by one by one. And she was powerless to stop any of it, protect anyone. Would it be Master next? Or Grandfather

Thankies ^_^ Also, there is no such thing as tl;dr in a dream log. ;-P

[curious_copycat]

Polly had been wandering the streets of the Eternal city when she noticed the sky was darkening. She stared at it, rather dumbfounded. This shouldn't have been happening. There was no sun to set. The sky never changed...

She took a few steps foreward, watching as the buildings and streets changed, the soft glow of the stone replaced by cold, dark brick and pavement. This... This was creepy. At home, there were plenty of things to fear in spite of the light, but at least you could see them coming. You had a chance to run, even if the monsters preferred it that way

[urlefthandgrl]

Ran Fan was running harder and harder, fear blazing in her belly and limbs. All she could think of was escape. She could not see the ground beneath her, just the walls stretching up up up into the sky on either side of her, and the thin sliver of tiny, weak stars that was visible offered no light or help. It was coming closer and closer, it was right there and if she didn't get away now, she never would!Panicking, Ran Fan ran face first into a brick wall, and skidded to the ground. Before she could even pick herself back up, the demon turned the corner just behind her

[curious_copycat]

After the logic of dreams, Polly found herself running toward the sounds, in her effort to run away. There were voices, now, and... she recognized one... Ran Fan!

She picked up her speed, rounding a corner to find mist. The terrifying figure in it brought her skidding to such a sudden halt that she almost lost her footing. Beyond it, she could barely make out her friend, curled into a ball and calling for help. The mist seemed alive.

She acted without thinking, transforming the air around the creature's head into a ball of methane gas, then set the atoms around it vibrating to create enough heat...

The creature had a moment to begin choking before it found itself engulfed in fire. As its screams echoed off of the surrounding brick walls. Polly dove around its staggering and flailing bulk, skidding to her knees beside her friend and grasping for her hand.

"Ran Fan! Ran Fan, we have to run!"

what is this three way conference call I feel like I'm on skype

[princemunculus]

While it couldn't exactly be called dreaming, the conversations that Greed and Ling had were more often than not somewhere within their subconscious, sometimes even while the body they shared slept. It was a wonder that Ling was able to get any sleep at all, considering the state his mind was constantly in since becoming a homunculus. If one's subconscious could be described in color, it was a dark, thick crimson, constantly moving and changing. The anguished souls from the Philosopher's stone were constantly swirling and screaming within him, some days more noticeably than most. His mind was constantly in chaos, and he could never tune them out completely.

And then there was Greed, large and intimidating within the Prince's mind, and yet near him it was the most peaceful. Ling had long since grown accustomed to his presence, and occasionally found comfort in their interactions. Perhaps it was because Greed actually spoke to him, rather than simply screeched through his mind with no direction

[curious_copycat]

Polly had been in the bowels of the High Council Building of her people's city, searching out the libraries kept there. (An Eternal's version of scavenging for food.) It was darker, here, only the soft glow of the stone illuminating her way. Ahead, she thought she saw something strange--a flicker of red.

Peculiar...

New...

That couldn't be right.

She continued, trailing her hand along the wall, uncertain and unsettled. Were those voices? This memory wasn't far enough in her past for it to be any of the others of her kind. And it wasn't near enough to be Chronovores... What was that?

Suddenly the wall dissolved beneath her hand, the flickering red surrounded her, and her ears were assaulted by a thousand tortured screams. It was even worse than the cacophony of thoughts on the Thor, before she'd learned to tune it out. She clapped her hands over her ears and looked around, eyes wide and heart pounding.

Was that... Was that Ling, over there...?

AND WHAT WAS THAT???

"Ling...?"

[princemunculus]

Ling was, needless to say, startled out of his wits when a third presence made itself known in his mind. It took him a moment to realize who it was, but once he saw that it was Polly, his surprise quickly passed. He knew that she could see people's thoughts, to but to do something like this...

Were she anybody else, this probably would have been terrifying. As it was it was at least a little unsettling. This must have been a horrible thing for her to see.

The prince struggled for something to say. It wasn't every day he had visitors like this. "P-Polly, what are you-"

"Ehhh? The fuck is goin' on here?" Greed's voice practically boomed over Ling's, inquisitive and fierce, but not quite threateningly. He recognized Polly as well, though his interactions with her had been more limited. "Did this retard leave the back door open or something?"

[curious_copycat]

Polly's gaze swept over their scarlet surroundings. She had read about hell, the other month, in school. It must be something like this... Trying to acclimate herself to the screaming, she slowly lowered her hands to hear Ling's words.

She jumped a full foot, when the towering glowing face beside him spoke, then recognized Greed's voice and fully realized where she must be.

"I-I... I was home... And then I was here." She turned to the prince, clearly a little concerned. "Ling...? This is inside your mind...? Is this... Is this what it's supposed to be like...?"

[doing_stuff]

Ever since Asch had requested Dist to open his replica's fon slots so he could connect with him, he found that in doing this Luke's thoughts somehow leaked into his own subconscious, causing strange affects on Asch's own dreams. It didn't always happen of course, but there was a better chance of it occurring when Asch was unable able to relax. So mixing the recent death and revival of Luke, Asch's complete and utter frustration over the matter, and having to work with both Luke and Adachi at the stupidest job ever, it was another night he went to bed wanting to punch someone in the face

[areyouhungry]

Everything was holographic, but at the same time, strangely real. Luke stared upwards, at the consistently blue holosky- another beautiful day. The holographic beach really wasn't such a bad place to work at

[curious_copycat]

When Polly had been a child, she and the others had been fond of exploring their silent city. Climbing among the crumbling buildings had been a favourite pastime. Of course, it was also dangerous, but, with no adults to disapprove of it, that seemed to be simply another reason to try.

This was the memory she was reliving, now, the rough stone beneath her hands, the feel of the wind in her hair as she neared the top of one of the cathedral-like structures. The clatter of the stone as it broke away...

They say that if you fall in dreams and hit the bottom, you die. But what happens when you can't? In Polly's case, as her body turned in the air, she didn't see the street below, but... sand.

It made a strange sound as she landed, but she barely noticed as she was busy trying to coax the air back into her lungs. Pushing herself up, she looked around... somewhat confused to see a familiar rappig some distance away.

"Luke..?" She thought he'd turned back

[doing_stuff]

Asch wasn't sure what to make of this girl who had fallen from the sky. Though he couldn't help thinking something about her seemed familiar. Was she someone he had seen Luke chat with on the network?

Keeping his distance, he awkwardly asked, "Hey... Are you all right?"