Come Dreamwalk With Me 4 (Open Log)
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, or Polly's
When: Tonight. (But latecomers are always welcome.)
Warnings: A few of Polly's memories might come with her, and there are monsters in that thar head. Beyond that, it depends on your dreams (or nightmares). Anything can happen!
Style: [Action Brackets], Prose, whatever you prefer.
Dreams as Ephemerals knew them were things Eternals were incapable of. Perhaps there had been a trade-off, somewhere in the shadows of their racial past: their ability to be truly creative exchanged for eternal life and the ability to duplicate. Anyone who might have known had gone still, minds that had seen the beginning of time, now dormant.
Regardless of why, when Polly slept, she only walked in her memory. Since coming to the Thor, however, and learning the strength to face the darkness in it, this had become a more restful thing than it had once been. In exchange for her acknowledging them, she has gained an amount of control over her sleeping life that she had never enjoyed before.
Even in sleep, her telepathy made her vaguely aware of other minds, pressing against the edges of hers--the minds of the Thor's denizens. Without waking inhibitions, they seemed all the more insistent. And without her own in place, her native curiosity was all the more more prevalent. She often found her mind reaching out to those worlds that sleeping Ephemerals kept in their heads, the microcosms of their minds, where anything could happen...
What: Nocturnal Telepathic Shenanigans, Random CR, Drama, Exposition, Crack, Surreal Shite, Whatever You Want.
Where: In Your Head, or Polly's
When: Tonight. (But latecomers are always welcome.)
Warnings: A few of Polly's memories might come with her, and there are monsters in that thar head. Beyond that, it depends on your dreams (or nightmares). Anything can happen!
Style: [Action Brackets], Prose, whatever you prefer.
Dreams as Ephemerals knew them were things Eternals were incapable of. Perhaps there had been a trade-off, somewhere in the shadows of their racial past: their ability to be truly creative exchanged for eternal life and the ability to duplicate. Anyone who might have known had gone still, minds that had seen the beginning of time, now dormant.
Regardless of why, when Polly slept, she only walked in her memory. Since coming to the Thor, however, and learning the strength to face the darkness in it, this had become a more restful thing than it had once been. In exchange for her acknowledging them, she has gained an amount of control over her sleeping life that she had never enjoyed before.
Even in sleep, her telepathy made her vaguely aware of other minds, pressing against the edges of hers--the minds of the Thor's denizens. Without waking inhibitions, they seemed all the more insistent. And without her own in place, her native curiosity was all the more more prevalent. She often found her mind reaching out to those worlds that sleeping Ephemerals kept in their heads, the microcosms of their minds, where anything could happen...