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[tln_theshifter]

WHO: The Shifter & You. Yes, you.
WHEN: An ambiguous time that feels like a few hours but will, in fact, be the 24-ish hours 'til plot's end.
WHERE: [See NOTES]
WHAT: The house chases The Shifter.
WARNINGS: Language, violence, disturbing images, etc.

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er, upstairs thread whooo! now with more wacky dream stuff

[longagotomorrow]

Time to sleep. Or are you waking up?

Amy sat bolt-upright, gasping for breath as she tried to remember what had been happening. She'd dreamed... or was she dreaming now? She couldn't keep track anymore. She'd thought she'd been in the second floor common room, but now she was in her bedroom.

"I'm awake now," she snapped at the voice that still seemed to linger in the air. A little uncertainly, she added, "This feels real."

He always leaves you, doesn't he? Alone in the dark. Never apologizes.The sound of the TARDIS' engines roared through the room, and Amy sprang up, chasing after it, shouting, "Doctor? Doctor, come back!" But when she got out into the hallway, everything was quiet. No TARDIS, no Doctor. "Please come back," she whispered, feeling the same awful loneliness she had as a child

DOWNSTAIRS thread, edited to incorporate just a bit of Amy. :)

[iwantyousafe]

One moment, Rose had been in the Armory, grabbing as much firepower as she could with the Duke and the Commodore. The plan had been clear- meet the group in the Common Room. Bring the weapons. Easy-peasy. So easy, she'd even been laughing, practicing the witty threats she'd throw the next time they saw their tormentor

hope you don't mind me jumping in here?

[longagotomorrow]

Amy sprinted down the spiral staircase, not stopping until she got to the second floor landing. Behind her, the staircase had become a tree and grass was slowly spreading out across the landing.

On the stairs in front of her, Rose was running, and the sound of marching was much louder here. Amy grabbed hold of the banister and reached her hand out as far onto the staircase towards Rose as she could.

"Can you grab my hand?" she called urgently.

Not at all! CHICK RESCUE~

[iwantyousafe]

The stairs below her began to crack. Tiny saplings were breaking the structure, pushing upward, and threatening the ground itself. Rose looked around in a panic. Foliage above, metal below- this couldn't be real!

Before she could scream again, Rose heard Amy's voice. It felt like waking up. Was she awake now? Had she fallen asleep? The other girl's hand was there, reaching for her. Rose tried to grab it, but the stairs had other plans. Just as before, they moved beneath her feet, locking the blonde in place.

She hesitated for just a moment more. Rose could hear the Cybermen clearly. They had to be just a few stairs below. Coming to her senses, she hoisted the shotgun from her back and extended it toward Amy.

"Grab this an' don' let go! I'll 'oist m'self up!"

FTW

[longagotomorrow]

Amy took hold of the shotgun and braced herself to help pull Rose up. Those stomping feet were louder, closer, and even though Amy didn't know what it meant, the sound was starting to freak her out.

"Come on, hurry!"

There was a burst of static, and Amy glanced sideways to see one of the clerics' communicators lying in the grass. There was a voice coming out of it.

Don't blink. Blink and you're dead. It was the Doctor's voice. Not her Doctor, the other Doctor. The one in the trainers. You can't kill a stone. 'Course, a stone can't kill you either, but then you turn your head away, then you blink, and oh yes it can.

Amy gulped. She really didn't want to think about what that meant. Right now, she just had to focus on getting Rose off the staircase before whatever was marching towards them arrived.

In that sleep of death what dreams may come?

[duke_of_albany]

As he advances toward the Common Room, the saber in Leopold's hand seems to grow terribly heavy. He swings it a bit, casting a glance behind him to see if his companions are all right, senses alert to anything that might be amiss. But the room has changed around him, and he is alone

[tln_theshifter]

A shadowy figure appeared in front of Leopold. No features were distinguishable, only the shape of a person, barely lighter than the shadows surrounding it.

"Catch me if you can," said a voice inside Leopold's mind. "Make the dreaming stop if you can."

It was suddenly closer without seeming to move, staring down at the wounded man without any eyes to speak of. "But you can't, can you? Failure." The last word echoed through Leopold's mind. Failure. Failure. Failure.

/CRASHES IN

[family_remains]

"HEY-" Sam shouted as he came around the corner.

He had been on his way to meet everyone in the common room when this began. The normally well lit halls were dark, a dirty bulb flickering here and there. It was silent, quieter than it should have been with the alarm raised, and there was something sluggish in the air. Like that feeling you got when you were in a dream.

In fact, that's exactly what it felt like. And then it hit him. This was a dream. Whatever was behind all of this must have caught wind of their plan and attacked before the house could congregate, leaving them scattered, undisciplined, and unarmed.

But here they were all the same.

Realizing what was going on, he launched into action, rushing to close the space between him, the shifter, and the wounded Leo. Without thinking, he raised his weapon (the fire poker from his room) and swung, hoping to beat the creature away from Leopold before it killed him.

[tln_theshifter]

The shadow didn't turn around, but it was looking at Sam all the same. It waited for him to swing the fire poker, making no move to stop him.

The poker connected, and the figure fell sideways, clutching its side. "You think you can defeat me with that?" its voice whispered in Sam's head. "Are you even trying to defeat the real me?"

A figure identical to the one in front of Sam melted out of the shadows behind him. "Now there are two. But which is real?"

A Hallway

[doubtheaven]

His footsteps echoed in the hall as Castiel walked down it. Each footstep began to slow and eventually he stopped, pausing to look around. Confusion creased his brow and he parted his lips, unsure of what to say or how to respond.

Wasn't he in his room? Why had he decided to leave all of a sudden? Was he looking for the Winchester's? Maybe that was it, but he didn't recall actually getting up and leaving his room... he was just here. And he wasn't entirely sure where here was. Which hallway was this? What floor was he on?

A sigh of annoyance escaped him and his hand briefly rubbed the back of his neck. This might be another dream or false reality. If it was, he was trapped here until he woke up, and he ran the risk of encountering something dangerous. His hand reached into his trench coat and he found the bottle of holy water he'd prepared in the kitchen. At least this came into the dream with him. The bottle was tucked away again and he began walking, though the hallway seemed to go on forever.

[tln_theshifter]

Behind Castiel, a shadow moved. It was roughly the shape of a man, but that was all that could be said for it.

"Where are you going, angel?" The voice was in Castiel's mind without bothering to get there via his ears. "Come to stop me? Come to save them?"

[doubtheaven]

With that feeling he was being stalked, the angel turned around swiftly to look. The voice was definitely in his head, he decided, and this was probably another dream, given the strangeness of the situation. Either that or he was thrown into some sort of hallucination.

"What do you want from us?" His voice was cold and demanding, but he doubted the shadow-figure would be direct with its responses.

[tln_theshifter]

"What do you want?" The shadow held out its hand, and dropped a handful of white feathers onto the floor. Though the figure stayed cloaked in darkness, the feathers were hit with light, and Castiel would be able to see that their ends were bloody.

"You're falling, angel." And suddenly, the floor dropped out from under Castiel.

FINALE

[tln_theshifter]

It's night; the moon is barely visible, a waning nothing hidden away behind clouds. The sky is starless; if they're up there - and they may not be - they certainly aren't visible. Everything's cast in long shadows; the only thing clear is the crossroad.

Five dirt and gravel roads converge in one empty space, weeds growing along the center thanks to disuse and abandonment. No one's been here in a long time; perhaps no one should be here. And yet, several people are. There's a surge of relief; each thought he or she was completely alone, lost on this old and unused road, forgotten and unneeded. If they disappeared, no one would notice.

But there are others! That's cause for hope; others to be recognized, to offer help. Because as dark as the night is, as far as they are from any hint of civilization, that's what they need most: help.

[doubtheaven]

Castiel walked a few steps until the road brought him to the center of it all, where it branched out in different directions. What was he doing here?

"Sam? Dean?" Those two had been in the hall with him. Castiel just hoped that they were alright. Maybe they were lucky and were out of this nightmare, but if they weren't, he'd rather they were here so he could keep an eye on them.

[iwantyousafe]

Rose blinked into existence, sitting on a blanket in the woods. She faced none other than her dear friend, Jack Harkness. The pair laughed merrily beside an adorable picnic lunch. The sun was bright, birds were singing, all was well... and... Rose had no idea what was funny. It was as if Jack had just told a joke, but she didn't remember it. The girl quieted. She hadn't seen Jack in months. This wasn't right

[family_remains]

Sam, too, had been in the middle of another dream. Something far more dangerous than this, but the same ominous overtones were humming in the air.

He approached the crossroads quietly, worry etched across his face. This journey had begun at a crossroads, and now it seemed the nightmare was returning full circle.

Quietly, and with a touch of hesitation, the hunter pulled the small bullet out of his pocket - rolling it's small surface with his thumb and forefinger. He had the feeling that it might come in useful, and at the very least the repetitive motions kept his anxiety at bay, and his hand busy.

Rose and Castiel were before him, each having traveled from their own direction, but there was no conclusion as of yet. No signs nor explanation as to what would happen next. And yet, there was nowhere else to go, either. the other roads seemed wrong, and the notion of turning around seemed equally bleak. So they were at an impasse, waiting for something. Anything.