very soon, the light will vanish. it will take with it all the hope and joy we've ever known.

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Who: Siren's Port
When: The night of Tuesday, October 18th into the morning of Wednesday, October 19th.
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

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[masterbaiting]

[The only thing Alois can do once he's woken up from awful dreams and, this time, almost memories, is sit up, clap his hand over his mouth, and try very hard not to heave. He can already tell it won't work for very long.]

[littlest_lord]

[Ciel doesn't want to sleep anymore. He's been trying, actually, more often than not, to keep awake, but when he does succumb to sleep, he's woken up soon after.

This time he's not alone. Yet again, both he and Alois are ill to their stomachs when they awake. Ciel sits up soon after he feels the shifting of the boy in his bed. His stomach is queasy and he's in a cold sweat. He can feel his hair sticking to his face as he looks over frantically toward Alois, perhaps a bit too quickly. His hand clasps over his own mouth.

He really doesn't want to vomit, but he can already taste the bile in his throat.]

[masterbaiting]

[Alois does want to vomit. You feel better after throwing up is the idea - more relaxed, spent in a nicer sort of way. Endorphins and all that, that's the explanation. Alois wants the hazy afterward of vomiting, so he's perfectly willing to, but he can't make his legs work just yet. Bad dreams, whatever the sort, always make him afraid to lower his feet in front of the space under the bed. Something might catch him by the heel. The only monstrous hands he wants on him are Claude's.

So he can only stare at his blanket-covered knees, horrified at himself and all the other dreams. He wants to stay awake forever and ever, now. He wants not to shut his eyes again.]

[littlest_lord]

[Ciel's stomach however, isn't that strong. He's out of bed in a matter of seconds flat after a pause, sprinting off toward their bathroom to vomit in the toilet. It's disgusting and it burns his throat, but he needs to. He can't help it.

Maybe he can run a bath and scrub off all his skin. Wouldn't that be nice?]

[Reaction]

[not_obsess3d]

[Unsettling.

The word sums up this round of dreams, another descriptive term used along with several others over the past several nights. Again he finds himself at the window, arms crossing loosely over one another.

Although the First was able to stay up for as long as he could, experiencing the dreams unexpectedly led to more free-flowing thoughts.

Isolation.

That one dream - like a few of the others that stood out among the psychological messes - is strong enough to leave an impression. The deep, precise cuts delving into skin can still be felt with eerie clarity. The repressed emotions raged on, echoing in his mind.

...The screams for a friend...

He shakes his head. That one isn't his dream. He shouldn't be bothered by it. And still Xemnas tightens his grasp over a sleeve, gripping the material the longer he thinks about it.]

Action; Tim during the day and Red Robin at night.

[theshortestbird]

[Tim usually got around three hours of sleep per night. That seemed to be standard, for someone who was out fighting all night. No breaks, not with Batman gone. But these dreams... Tim had seen the network post by that one girl. Everyone was having the same dreams, night after night.

That was Jason's dream. With the Robin costume, the death, the misery of it all. Tim woke up suddenly, his heart in his throat, a pain in his stomach, blankets tangled around his legs. Things had been getting worse, with Bruce gone, but they had persevered, and they could continue to do it. He checked his pill stash, making note if he had enough before dressing.

But for today, he skipped school, taking his time to hang out at the park, near the stadium, and at the mall. And that night, Red Robin had a few new entries in the Batcave database.]

daylight!

[athermercy]

[She found him in the mall. Sort of. She was already there when he joined the rest of the shopping crowd. It seemed like the best specific location to check on him. Destiny had told Elaine the equivalent of 'don't touch anything' and she wasn't. This wasn't interference in the Dreaming and the fabric of the reality in the realm that housed them.

(and in what secretly concerned her: would those dreams have the power of a vortex? would the frail Core dent to the unleashed shared nightmares?).

This was only talking with a troubled kid. It should be all right.]

Tim?

[Elaine asked after she shifted her attention from the shoes on sale to the people at her left.]

Is that you?

daylight!

[theshortestbird]

[Tim glanced over, his face showing how tired he was; dark circles under his eyes, though he gave a tired smile. Things weren't going well, but he needed to be strong. For himself and his family.]

Hey, Elaine. Long time no see.

[athermercy]

Long time.

[Elaine waved at him, masking her guilt and impotence behind a faint smile. She approached to greet him.]

I would ask you if you were okay, but the current nightmare problem seems to make it hard to be fine.

Reaction/Action for Sam and Mary. NV calls can come the next morning

[wearinandtearin]

[By now it was obvious and confirmed by others in the city and on the network that people were having shared dreams. Not everyone, but a lot. He certainly had them. For once in the past few days, he was having other people's nightmares and not his own. Not that it was any better. A lot of them were just as messed up, only in a different way

[refrigeratormom]

[He'll find himself beaten to the punch by Mary, who's forgotten her favorite wine in favor of being halfway through a fresh-poured whiskey already. She's in the living room, slumped in the chair, watching Sam tiredly. There's something incredibly raw in her eyes that betrays some thin slice of how not-okay she really, really is.

Because she can't say exactly which one was his. Or even that one of them was. One of those dreams was brighter and more vivid than the others, but one of them was obviously Tom's, and had Rochelle's face. It wasn't that one, though. The one immediately after- that was the brighter, the horrible one that recalled in stomach-churning detail the string of nightmares from the other night, the one that was an endless cavalcade of violation and the kind of things that she literally only had experience with in nightmares. The fact that it was that- it wasn't just violence. It wasn't. It was worse, worse in ways she wouldn't ever be prepared to think about, and this was just the latest thing. The latest thing out

[wearinandtearin]

[He stops dead, just looking at her and then the whiskey and then at her face and the emotion there. And he knew. She'd had the same dreams. He's still shaking a little and he looks spooked, but he does his best to cover it. At her comment, he looks over at Sam, gaze lingering on him for a long moment. Distantly he thinks that he would like for Sam to just stay that way, even if he's still 26 in his head and it's totally irrational. Then he blinks himself out of his thoughts and nods, swallowing hard at the effort to try and calm his mind.]

Yeah.

[refrigeratormom]

[Mary puts her glass down with a thunk and gets up just a little too quickly, motivated by something she can't even start to name and just this side of too earnest.]

Dean. [For a moment she seems on the edge of saying something important.] Can you help me put him to bed?

Closed to Kotetsu

[acemedium]

[She'd sat down in one of the little shelters of the city, dirty and run-down (but Darkness-proofed all the same), closed her eyes for just a second, and suddenly she'd been out like a light]

[(She'd been having nightmares even before these ones started, so exhaustion was nothing new to her)]

[This time around, though, she'd slept enough that Darkness had fallen, but still-]

[Mother is calling]

[That, of all things, jolted her awake with a gasp and she's suddenly finding herself shaking and disoriented, trying to figure out what just happened.]

[beardedveteran]

[ Staying in the practice halls after the training sessions doesn't count as overtime; Kotetsu protested against the idea of overtime in the first place ("what do you mean, home at 5?!") but was nonetheless shooed away. Rather than head back straight away he's wandering the sector leisurely in the dark- as leisurely as he can, trying to avoid various Darkness fauna in the Seep.

The incident of all those people getting trapped outside when the sirens failed to work has stuck with him. That sense of danger won't leave, even if the streets are quiet and he can see cracks of light in the windows of the surrounding houses. Anything could be happening out there and there's no city-wide communication for him (yet) to tap into

[acemedium]

[As she starts to orient herself, an inwardly panicking Maya reached into her bag to check her NV, only to find it's run out of batteries. Before she can outwardly start panicking as well, the sudden voice startles her before she can even do that]

Ee--

[The voice is unfamiliar, but the face is. And so, before logic can kick in, (and before she can even register his questions--]

M-Mr. Armando?

[beardedveteran]

[ A disgruntled look settles briefly over his features. Just how much does this guy get around if he keeps being mistaken like this? ]

Officer Kaburagi. Don't have one of, uh- [ He attempts to gesture out the lines of the real Mr. Armando's visor on his face from memory, then sighs and gives up, crouching down to her eye level instead. Perhaps she's lost and confused. He asks again, a little lower; ]

Are you all right? It's after sirens, you know.