Dream Plot

[whisky_ghost]

It’s a little like falling asleep, and waking up suddenly after that terrifying falling sensation, but there’s no real change in perception. At least not at first. The sky is still indigo at nightfall, and the trees in the woods nearby, blacker against it

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[unionfran]

[Fran and Van sit side-by-side with guitars and dream music for Ghost, bouncing songs off one another, his voice carrying magic and hers full of faith.]

[unionfran]

(OOC: http://www.playlist.com/playlist/22524072971?invite=NDMwMDg5MjY6MjI1MjQwNzI5NzE= Feel free to add songs to the playlist; Van and Fran will take them as requests.)

[non_permaneo]

((OOC: I am failing at adding songs, somehow. :-/))

[unionfran]

(Try now? I made it so anyone can contribute songs.)

[liwyatann]

[The Leviathan is a vortex in the dream, but she knows what to do--she dreams the water that makes up his body, and the blue of his eyes, the kindness of his smile, and the protection of his home. Around her, phantom lights glimmer, like moonlight viewed from under the surface of a lake--or the waters and the waters.]

[unionfran]

[As she sings, she glances over at the Doctor quietly. Doesn't say anything, but he's noticed.]

[unionfran]

[If he's unblocked, then he is being directed, rather 'loudly', a replay of all the emotions Fran felt regarding him the day they met. How touched she was by being cared for, that he walked her home and stayed. How much she liked it when he smiled, how she enjoyed his warm hands against her skin, and his patience with her.

Layered under that, her love for all Doctors, but that's behind this massive wave of what is undeniably a love.]

[halfthemistake]

Lester is not the same here, in his dreams. Taller and stronger, with ten good fingers, but still long... He'll never limp and he has black hair, and two matching eyes. Just like anyone.

He's dreaming of all the insides, the most important thing of all to him. And coffee and movies, catching stars, a car under the ocean... everything he can remember. Good times and new happy memories. He doesn't need it for himself, Ghost can have it all.

[stirsthewaters]

[Raphael nods in greeting to Lester from where he stands at the very edge of the circle of light cast by the porchlight. He doesn't draw closer for a reason -- he's here as a proxy, a stand-in for one who can't venture this far. The voice of accord from the Host comes with him -- Ghost is real, Ghost exists -- but he understands that those voices, that accord, are not nearly so important to the shared project unfolding here as those of Lester and Fran and the others who Ghost loves and trusts.]

[halfthemistake]

He can hear those other voices, and he's grinning. It sounds amazing to him and he knows it'll help... because he wants it to.

[dadysiced_angel]

He isn't the only one who looks different. She's dressed in a blue flowing tunic, her wings folded as she steps into the light. Bobbi looks older, bare feet pad softly to Lester's side a moment, giving him a small friendly hug before she moves closer to the porch, in her hands forms a 'cage' holding butterflies, the few memories she has of Ghost. They flit about the enclosure waiting for her to release them when the time comes.

[sensitivehands]

[Pale, dressed in a dress the color of a luna moth, a woman who few--if any--will recognize. But she seems to know what she's doing as she sits, near the singers. Her presence lends power to the dream itself.]

(ooc: Angels will notice that she has something almost like Grace about her--the power of a deity.)

[slendrman]

[Bats, to tangle her hair and keep her from giving the singers any power]

[sensitivehands]

Her face seems to change, to twist for a moment, and then she claws at the bats with inhuman hands.

[slendrman]

[But so many bats, they blot out the stars, and their sonic cries, audible, make the ears ring and disorient]