and in our darkest hour, we look to the heavens above and pray to be redeemed

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Who: Siren's Port
When: The night of Saturday, October 15th into the morning of Sunday, October 16th.
Where: In the mind, in the dreams, in the unconscious of the sleepers.
Summary: --
Warnings: These dreams may be considered not safe for work, with violence, gore, death, underlying sexual themes and other mentions of graphic nature. Having them is

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[limitedrun]

[Griffin went through the nightmares of the previous night like everyone else. He had been frightening and new, but he managed to shake them to go about his day

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[boundbytreason]

[Ever since last night, the city’s evenings had seemed restless. From her observation, the denizens of the island seemed more on edge, awakening in chills and sweats. Tonight was no different.

With the port easily seen through her orb, Caster found some of the citizens reacting unusually once more. However, the scene that caught her eye was the sudden presence of an activated power, which flickered and stirred in the air as crisp as cigarette smoke. She focuses on the area, bringing clarity and vivid detail to a young man seated in the middle of a road in Sector 7.

She could leave him alone, but she had time. It wouldn’t be out of her way.

Transportation set her a short distance down the pathway behind him, out of his line of vision. After all, she wouldn’t want the young man to think that she just appeared out of nowhere.

She assumes a quick pace as she heads towards him, calling out to him softly in an effort to avoid startling him:]Oh, my. What are you doing all the way out here? Don't you know that it is dangerous to

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[limitedrun]

Jesus fucking Christ.

[Griffin roughly rubs his hands over his face, pulling himself together. Once he realizes what happened, he feels infinitely stupid. These are things he did as a child, he should be long past this phase.

The voice may be soft, but it still startles Griffin. He jolts and turns to look over his shoulder, finding a hooded figure at the end of the road. Well that's not ominous at all.]

I...

[He gets to his feet. When he snatches up his blanket, he realizes that he must look about as childish as he feels. God damn it.]

Sleepwalking. Must have been.

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[boundbytreason]

[A wry smile curves a mouth sleeked in purple lipstick. Caster felt that it was unusual for a person to sleepwalk into the middle of nowhere, but she would make no mention of it.]

Where do you live? Allow me to accompany you back. [It isn't a demand. Her voice is gentle, likening it a request out of concern rather than an order.]

open to people at Dog's Breakfast Pub?

[payback]

[Rin couldn't make it the whole night awake, and who's surprised - she's curled up in the chair she originally claimed, breathing quietly, mostly passed out.

Her breaths get more uneven as the nightmares hit - and then at one, a very special one, they speed up even more. She's no longer peacefully asleep there. Her brow is furrowing, and in fact her eyes are wetting some, though there are no tears streaming yet. This dream is still so ugly and close to home, and still one she has...

When she wakes, it actually is with an audible sob, jerking upright and staring wildly around, trying to remember where she is and what's going on.

How embarrassing.]

[onchubbywings]

[He had been with the small group of them, in a chair near by, paying attention to stories and drinking a pint or few. He found some of them interesting and some of them bothersome but though it all he didn't find himself at that point of napping.]

[Rin had though, he had noticed. He also noticed that she didn't look like she was getting much rest however. Sleeping after stories of darkness? Who would sleep easy anyhow?]

[Scooting his chair forward he started to reach out and touch her, to see if he could wake her, or at least sooth what ever bad nap she was taking out a bit, but she woke up on her own. Chouji drew his hand back, resting it on the arm of her chair, blinking as the girl stared wildly around. His head tilted just a bit to the side, frowning in a look of concern.]

Rin... [A pause, hmm...] You okay?

[stoicloyalty]

[ Although the customers within the pub are staying relatively quiet, considering the time of night, Chane is unable to sleep. There seems to be a kind of constant murmur or buzzing throughout the building, indistinct- she does not want to focus on it much longer than necessary, but won't let it out of her attention. So she is restless, but mostly still, curled up on another padded chair, legs tucked up on the cushion

[payback]

[Rin rubs her hands over her face, bowing her head to keep her expression hidden. She's just trying to get a grip on herself, forcibly stemming the tears - not NOW, not in public, in front of the people she lives with.]

I'm... okay. [Said more to her hands than anything else, and then she looks up at Chouji and Chane with eyes that are still a little red.]

It was a nightmare.

HoA, Chuck and Mags.

[makes_asteroids]

Neither of them had wanted to go back to their respective apartments. He didn't want to be around Czeslaw, not right now, not when he didn't understand. Not when he got jealous or pissy over Magneto's grieving. And really - he didn't want to be around Emma just yet. Jinx was his, not theirs. She'd understand but. He was retreating. Chuck, at least, was a part of this.

And he was guessing Chuck felt similar, which was why he was unlocking Peter Parker's old apartment and sliding in. There were still some photographs on the tables, a couch with blankets still thrown on it, and a recliner. He sank into it, laying back with no thought to sleep. Just to be still.

"Take the couch, Chuck."

Re: HoA, Chuck and Mags.

[paterelohim]

The retreating was more than welcome- Thursday night had been for Fred, Friday for trying to be social, but Saturday night found him pissy and antisocial and wanting to flip off the world and crawl into his cave. He privately thought that nobody else understood why he was taking it so hard or what He would have cause to feel this loss so deeply- and frankly, He was tired of hiding it. It made sense on some level, of course. Why would the Prophet be grieving like he was family? He wouldn't. Which is why Friday had him pasting on normal expressions and acting like a person

Re: HoA, Chuck and Mags.

[makes_asteroids]

"Welcome." It was a testament to how tired he was, to how much he was actually hurting that it came of 'Velcomen' - a mix of German and English he was utterly too out of coping ability to even acknowledge

[paterelohim]

Chuck jerked awake too suddenly, startled into horrific consciousness by Magneto's outburst. Strangely, though, he didn't react: there was no freaking out, no screaming or what the hell or scrambling away from the older man completely losing his shit from the vitriolic product of his own subconscious. Normally he would, here, he would freak out and take cover and marvel at what happened when Erik's walls came down.

Most men, in the end, were very little when their defenses came crashing down.

But he didn't. He jerked awake with a sob and curled inwards, drawing the blanket over himself and curling into the fetal position. His eyes stared into nothing, wide and blank. He could see them, he could see them all. Dead, bleeding, rotting away into nothing while their eyes looked to the Heavens and begged, "Father, why?He could see the ash caked into the statue crevices and smeared across beautiful faces, ash wings criss-crossing over the walls of the church and burying all the beauty in horror. It was under his nails, in his hair, on

[mrbigandbad]

[It's been a long, long time since Bigby's woken in a cold sweat.

The fabled Big Bad Wolf lurches up in his bed, hurriedly taking in the sights and scents of his own room as if expecting that there's going to be someone else inside. ...It's empty. Quiet. He puts a hand to his forehead - it's damp. Christ almighty.

And then he looks down at his mattress, and sees the long furrows of exposed springs and strewn stuffing where he clawed the bed in his sleep.]

Reaction -> private message to Joan and action for HoA

[paysdelamour]

[Francis had, thankfully, been working the night before and thus he had not been privy to the nightmares that appeared the night before.

But tonight was his night off, and Francis had thought it best to get some extra sleep instead of staying up and moping around his apartment some more. Oh what a mistake he'd made. He tossed and turned, letting out a whimper at one particular dream, a dream of being surrounded in a burning building.

The woman in front of him he recognizes instantly. Her hair hadn't been that long since she'd first heard the voice of the saint who called her to fight for the glory of France, to fight for him. But the curves of her face, her melodious voice, it was exactly as France remembered it from all those years ago. So it felt natural for his dream self to reach up to hold her face and speak to her, almost as shocked and confused as she seemed to be.]

... still... alive...

[He gripped at the sheets in his sleep as the scene changed, his breath quickening. God, oh god, his lungs felt like they were truly

Voice, btw, and I'm sorry this is late. ;A;

[paysdelamour]

[Francis had quietly been sitting on his bed for only an hour or two, just thinking the dream over in his mind as he gently stroked Liliane's calico fur. He still felt the sting of the smoke in his lungs and the fire on his skin, no matter how many times he tried to tell himself that he was all right. He hadn't had a dream involving Joan for several hundred years now, though she had come to his mind frequently over the past eight months, almost nine now. He was wondering what had changed. The only conclusion he could come to was that it had somehow been related to Joan appearing in the port, even though she was a clone of the Joan he had originally known. Perhaps it had been a premonition. Perhaps it had been his inner demons surfacing - telling him there was unfinished business he needed to work on. Or maybe it was just a freak coincidence