Puck/Owen's Dreamscape
The man that wanders the dreaming world does not look like Owen Burnett. Short and slight of build, he is an elfin figure, with flowing white hair and leaf-shaped ears. He walks endless halls, a castle that's a strange combination of ancient stone walls and tapestries, and sleek modern reinforced steel doors. This is the home of the Xanatos family, a castle brought stone by stone from Scotland to the top of a Manhattan tower, and redesigned to withstand the kind of siege multi-billion dollar corporate espionage dreams of.
Many of the rooms are furnished, solid oak furniture and decoration that compliments the history of the place, but also modern conveniences. The guest rooms all have attached bathrooms, and the kitchen is a gleaming steel place of industrial proportions, with a walk-in freezer. It's not opulent, but everything speaks quietly of the wealth that built it.
It is also, apart from him, empty.
There's one other non-architectural feature of this dreamscape, and that is a long heavy iron chain. It stretches through rooms and up the length of halls, in and out of doorways, up and down stairs and elevator shafts, looped over itself in places and criss-crossing the floor. It's a tripping hazard, and a labyrinth to follow. There is only one chain, but it's long enough to wind through the entire building. At one end, attached to it by an iron band around his chest, is the Puck. The other end... he hasn't found yet, but he wanders the halls trying to follow the length of the chain, and reach it.
Many of the rooms are furnished, solid oak furniture and decoration that compliments the history of the place, but also modern conveniences. The guest rooms all have attached bathrooms, and the kitchen is a gleaming steel place of industrial proportions, with a walk-in freezer. It's not opulent, but everything speaks quietly of the wealth that built it.
It is also, apart from him, empty.
There's one other non-architectural feature of this dreamscape, and that is a long heavy iron chain. It stretches through rooms and up the length of halls, in and out of doorways, up and down stairs and elevator shafts, looped over itself in places and criss-crossing the floor. It's a tripping hazard, and a labyrinth to follow. There is only one chain, but it's long enough to wind through the entire building. At one end, attached to it by an iron band around his chest, is the Puck. The other end... he hasn't found yet, but he wanders the halls trying to follow the length of the chain, and reach it.