Come Dreamwalk With Me 7 (Open to anyone on the Loki)

[curious_copycat]

Who: Polly (curious_copycat) and anyone on the Loki
What: Nocturnal Telepathic Shenanigans, Random CR, Drama, Exposition, Crack, Surreal Shite, Whatever You Want.
Where: In Your Head... or Polly's
When: ANY TIME during the plot!
Warnings: They're dreams. Anything--absolutely anything--can happen. Not even the laws of physics apply.

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[curious_copycat]

[No worries, I'm happy to have you in on it! X-D]

Polly was walking down one of her city's broken streets, when she noticed the water... It seemed to be welling up from between the cobblestones, and as she followed it, it seemed to be getting deeper. Gradually, the street became the river bed, and the soaring, glowing buildings dwindled away.

The mysterious, faceless person drew her attention, at first, standing as they were, but then after a moment, she looked down to notice the young man laying by the river bank and broke into a grin.

"Suguru! Hello!"

[curious_copycat]

She noticed the person disappearing, staring after the fading figure curiously until it was gone entirely. Then she focused on her friend and plunked herself happily down beside him.

"Thanks!"

She looks around at the peaceful river bank curiously.

"Is this a place you made? Or is it a memory?"

[inferioriplex]

Remus never slept well on his own, even now, curled up in his bed with his arms wrapped around a large pillow, he barely managed to keep a grip on his dreams. Lucid dreaming was not an unfamiliar concept or an uncommon occurrence for him and his people, but it still took every technique handed down through generations to just stay.

Perhaps... if he allowed himself to indulge in a fantasy or two... (and no, not one of those fantasies). The area around him stayed the same: a dock by a crystal clear ocean, with just the hints of blue, reflecting an empty sky.

The tall figure of his older brother appeared at the end of the dock. Remus didn't bother to try and speak with him, he knew that the responses would just be products of his own imagination. He didn't need interaction, anyway. He took comfort in knowing someone was there. Instead he lay on a clay-tiled roof, allowing the chilly air to brush against his face.

[curious_copycat]

It was the sound of the sea that drew her, at first. She had, in the past year, come to the conclusion that she quite liked the sea. Following the ebb and flow of the waves, she was not surprised when the buildings of her city slowly began to change. A sea that she hadn't called forth intentionally could only belong to someone else's nighttime ruminations.

She didn't see Remus, at first, down on the street, as she was. She did, however, catch sight of his brother, down on the dock. Cautiously, she started toward the figure...

[inferioriplex]

Something wasn't right.

Not that the something-not-right felt wrong, it just felt off, if that made any sense. Either way, this disturbance, if it could be called such, needed to be dealt with. Remus slowly rose from his perch, and jumped to the ground, halting himself in midair just before his boots could touch the stone. Not that he needed to take such a precaution in this dream state, but old habits were hard to break, and trivial events such as making sure he didn't have to convince his body that his bones weren't in peril made all the difference in keeping control.

As he strolled along toward the dock, Remus managed to identify his intruder, and called out softly.

"Don't bother, he won't answer."

[curious_copycat]

The unexpected voice made the Eternal jump, but when she turned toward its owner, her face lit up with a smile and she waved at him.

"Remus!"

Sparing the lone, silent figure of his brother a glance, she changed directions to jog toward her friend.

"This is a beautiful place! Is it your homeworld?"

[apathetic_seal]

Minato's dream would be significantly different than the last time he had his dreams invaded. Rather than the somber visage of his role as the Great Seal, it was... a classroom. Yep. It looked somewhat like the classrooms seen on the Thor, but much of the room moreso resembled his old homeroom at Gekkoukan.

Nothing too interesting going on here at the moment; just class, in session. The teacher, wearing a samurai helmet, was going on about something, though what it was couldn't exactly be determined. One couldn't really make sense of it. Just the same, many of the students seemed blurry and featureless, although some were in quite sharp focus; those classmates he really knew, as well as a few of his classmates from the Thor.

All in all, it looked to be a pretty dull dream. So far, anyway.

[curious_copycat]

Polly had been wandering through one of the many abandoned buildings in the Eternals' City, when she'd thought she heard a voice. At first, her instinct was to run--after all, aside from herself, the only creatures likely to speak in this place were the Chronovores--but it only took a moment for her to realize that it was no monster talking.

Another few moments of walking presented her with a door that she wasn't familiar with. Reaching for the doorknob, she swung it open a crack and peeked inside...

[apathetic_seal]

The class would continue on as normal, undisturbed by the opening of the door. By this time, Minato had put his head down on the desk- yes, sleeping in a dream. Only in his mind. Other than the blurred students and the incoherent teacher, not much was amiss. Not much, however, except the clock on the wall above the blackboard. It seemed too elaborate for a school clock, spikes decorating the rim, hands engraved with symbols that couldn't be seen from afar, roman numerals for the numbers...All the while reading very close to twelve, though from the sun out the window it seemed early morning.

[curious_copycat]

When nobody reacted, Polly edged in, dividing her attention between the fascinating clock and the more sharply-focused occupants of the room, trying to figure out which was the dreamer.

At last, she timidly cleared her throat.

"Um... Excuse me...?"

tldr what is this even

[dr_kiriko]

...The truth of things was that Dr. Kiriko had never been a peaceful dreamer. Lucid, perhaps sometimes. But a real night's rest and nonviolent dreams had been a rarity before Thor. It was only when he had opened up his mind to Polly as a sanctuary from the Chronovores had he begun to really care about sleep. He fretted in secret that if he did not gain control of his unconscious, his mind would be a more dangerous place for her than Calabi Yau.

And since then he had tried every small thing he thought would help. From investing in a more comfortable mattress to eating a light meal shortly before bed, he used to do whatever it took to get a decent sleep the nights that he expected Polly in his dreams. But things changed, and she had stayed out of his mind lately. He had no real need to continue those little rituals. But after learning she would be aboard Loki after all, he felt slightly obligated to maintain her shelter. It was doubtful to him that she would enter into his dream purposefully, but even if it was accidental she still

Re: tldr what is this even

[curious_copycat]

Despite having many new memories in her mind to visit, Polly only rarely set foot out of the silent streets of her city, when she slept. She was afraid that the monsters who dwelt there would infect the memories, like a disease. As such, when she realized where she was, she almost mistook it for a memory of her own, rather than a wish shared with another dreamer, and turned to leave.

... And then she noticed small changes, the little, indefinable differences that took her memory of her home and elevated it to the cozy perfection of a fantasy. For a moment it froze her, realizing whose mind she was in, and then the full meaning of this dream dawned on her, and she made herself relax.

Quietly, she walked up to him, then, gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Kiriko..."

[dr_kiriko]

As if unaware he was dreaming, and that if this Polly were just a creation of his mind whatever he imagined would be safe within his head, he was as hesitant to touch her as he was in waking. But slowly he moved in the direction of her voice, placing his book on his lap and sighing contentedly to himself. Though he did not turn to look at her directly, he laid his hand on hers, leaning slightly into her touch. It was good enough for him. "Polly..."

[curious_copycat]

Her heart gave a bittersweet twist, and she moved to sit next to him on the couch, creating a cup of tea for herself as well. Her too-sharp eyes regard him solemnly.

"... I miss it, too... Nights like this."

The Dream!Alice hopped up on the couch, curling up between them, and Polly reached down to pet her as a matter of course.

"Do you dream about here often?"

I think this is the first time Mello and Polly interact!

[chocogun]

Mello didn’t sleep much since he was forever paranoid, and he rarely remembered his dreams. Sometimes, when he dreamed about his own death, he’d wake up with his chest hurting badly, but he didn’t remember the dream per say - just the feeling.

However, this time it wasn’t about his death or anyone’s death. This time it was about his childhood, when he was around his 12, still a boy but already with a nasty frown on his face. He was looking at a piece of paper that had marked at a corner, in red, the number “99” - yup, test results.

The child sat on the floor, looking at the big number and angrily he ripped the paper apart and threw it aside.

Yay, fresh CR! :-D

[curious_copycat]

The girl had discovered the door, mysterious and out of place, in a wall in her memory, where it shouldn't have been. She pulled it open and looked through just in time to see him tearing up his paper.

Cautiously, she stepped through into the dream entirely.

"Hello...? Are you alright?"

[chocogun]

The child turned to look at her and he crosses his arms, huffing after "I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?!" obviously lying, Mello got up and kicked the pieces of paper after as if he was trying to hide them under his shoes.

His eyes avoided looking at her for the time being, as a hint of shame could be seen in his eyes.

[curious_copycat]

With a small, concerned frown, she stepped closer, head tilting to the side curiously.

"You don't look fine." she murmured hesitantly, "You look upset."

Tentatively, she reached down and picked up a stray scrap of the paper, looking at it curiously.

"Was it an important test...?"