now is the hour, the time when lost souls wander restlessly in the night

[thepull_mods]

Who: Siren's Port
When: The night of Sunday, October 16th into the morning of Monday, October 17th.
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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open for action and NV;

[cruelwonder]

[Alice wakes much like she usually does with her nightmares, though this time, she knows these aren't fully her own. As selfish as it may seem, she can't stop the tears once they start, and she begins to cry in earnest as her mind begins to clear and she knows just what she saw, heard, and felt.

Jack. Her sister. Bumby. Her Wonderland.

She sits on her own in the dark, crouched, and cries silently into her knees. Beneath her feet, etches of red begin to creep into the floorboards, looking like tiny veins. They stretch beneath her feet and gather, though she does little to stop them. She barely notices.

She clutches the tiny key she has in her hand and keeps her eyes shut.]

[cowboy_newsie]

[This time he wakes up with a scream. He kicks at nothing, tearing at the sheets-- and then sits upright, panting too hard, trembling badly. He's crying without realizing it.]

Alice--

[It's more of a croak than anything-- but she's something real, something to cling to-- and there's something wrong, he can see that--]

Alice.

[cruelwonder]

[She jumps when he screams, staring at him, her eyes wide and red. She brushes the heel of her palm across her eyes to rub out the tears, clutching Lizzie's key tightly in her fingers.]

Jack.

[She tries to control her voice.]

I'm here.

[cowboy_newsie]

[He stares for a moment-- and then slips closer.]

What did you dream.

open to action and NV replies and errything;

[cowboy_newsie]

[Even after calming down with Alice and Sirius, sleep isn't an option tonight. Jack paces nervously around the firehouse, shaking slightly, jumping at small noises.]

A few hours later;

[showbizpanache]

[Callin' you.]

[cowboy_newsie]

H-hello?

[showbizpanache]

Jack? It's Kurt. I'm sorry, is this-- I can call back tomorrow.

At the hospital! Open to Blainers, hospital staff and to the NV.

[showbizpanache]

[He's been unconscious for an entire day. Sometime around midnight, though, he jerks awake with a sharp cry, and starts shaking violently.]

No-- No, no...

[The sudden movement was jarring, and he doubles over, coughing harshly.]

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine has been with Kurt since he got the phone call. He's sleeping in a chair next to him when he jerks awake from the nightmares.

At first he thinks that what he is seeing is still part of the dream before he realizes that it really is Kurt and he really is coughing.

Still groggy from the intense nightmare he moves up and puts a hand on Kurt's back.] Hey, hey it's okay.

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt's hands flail around as if searching for something to cling to, lost and wild like a frightened child. They find Blaine and immediately latch on to him, grabbing and clinging at his clothes.]

Oh no-- Oh no, no, no... No...

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine holds him back and rubs his back, trying to sooth him]

It's okay... [He says again, voice soft. His own heart is still hammering, either from the nightmares or the way Kurt is acting, but he manages to stay calm in an effort to comfort Kurt.]

action; closed to Demyx

[got_it_memorizd]

[Axel never screams. The dreams have been strange these past few days, but this time it's personal. He's had his share of nightmares before, this one is no exception, but no matter what they dredge up or where they hurl him, he has never once awoken with a scream on his lips. Tonight he jerks awake with a gasp, his fingers tangled in the sheet on his bed, and he snaps a hand up to slap the eyemask away from his face, like he needs to see the ceiling to make sure it's still there and it's not that starless black-grape sky.

[He lays there a moment, telling himself the pounding in his throat and head can't be his heart--he hasn't got one, right?--and then he swallows hard and blows out a sigh, sitting up and encircling one knee with his arm

Re: action; closed to Demyx

[ninthserenade]

[It's not even ten minutes after Axel situates himself on the couch that Demyx shuffles out of his own room with his blanket bunched up around his shoulders. This is the third night in a row where he's been waking up in the middle of the night from all of the bizarre nightmares and it was starting to take its toll on the Nobody

[got_it_memorizd]

[He doesn't tense at the sound of the door or the shuffling anymore. The first few nights he'd spent in Demyx's apartment had kept him on-edge--he wasn't really used to sharing a roof--but he had grown accustomed to the familiar weight of Demyx's presence in the next room over, the squeak of his door, the way he shuffled down the hall when he was only half-awake. Axel notices small things like that, little dots to help connect the lines as he memorizes the people worth remembering. Lifting his head, he watches Demyx in the kitchen a moment, eyes narrow. Then he clears his throat softly.]

Are you awake or do I need to start monitoring your sleepwalking habits?

[ninthserenade]

[He flinches with a sharp gasp, nearly dropping the glass of water. It's only Axel, he has to tell himself. There are no monsters inside, only outside. It doesn't stop him from pulling the blanket around himself a little tighter, though.]

M'not sleepwalking.

[His voice is groggy, but his eyes are alert. Demyx knew Axel was usually still asleep at this hour, so why was he...?]

I just... had a bad dream. A couple of 'em.

[ open to boarding house residents ]

[underachieves]

[Shikamaru's out of bed before he even realizes he's awake. He doesn't even come to full consciousness until he's already finished retching into the bathroom sink, with his face pressed against his forearm and his forearm pressed to the cool mirror. He hasn't eaten anything lately, of course, so even the attempt to vomit was a joke. All of those things he's really trying to expel just never escape him.

Dreams. Fucking dreams.

When the twisting in his stomach calms enough for him to move, he washes his face with cold water and dries off carelessly with a corner of his t-shirt. He reaches instinctively for the vial in his pocket as he turns away from the sink, but... Shit, what if he vomits the V right back up? It'd be a waste, wouldn't it?

He shuffles downstairs to the kitchen instead. Tea, first. If he can keep that down...]

[payback]

[Guess who else woke up, threw up, and had the same idea?

Nice to be in a place where it's light. Even when it's just her, the kitchen is a comforting place, like it retains some memory of all the people who move through it and putter around in it and use the table to do anything and everything they have to do.

She is just standing, staring down at the stove, looking right through the kettle.]

[underachieves]

[Crap, he's really not in a state to be talking to anyone. And Rin looks like she needs someone who's good at talking. Too bad for both of them.

His voice is more raspy than usual:]

Why don't you sit. I'll make the tea.

[payback]

[She jumps slightly and glances over her shoulder at him.]

...You look worse than I do. Why don't you sit?