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Topher's having a nightmare. It's the first nightmare he's had in over eight months. Really, Topher's having many nightmares. Being suddenly robbed of his powers while in the Dreaming, instantly his lucidity is gone, his dream control is gone, and he's unable to wake up when he wants.

The Rift takes this opportunity to throw multiple other dreamers at him, one after the other, each with their own nightmare scenario. There's eight months worth of nightmares to catch up with, after all.


[OOC: Tag in with the number of the scenario you want, and I'll write a longer dream introduction/setting in reply. Multiple people can totally claim the same scenario, but, yanno, variety is fun.

1. The apocalypse is here. No civilization, no power. All the people are either blank slates wandering aimlessly, or ravaging killing machines, both groups equally mindless.

2. Alpha awakens. Bloody, mutilated bodies are littering the rooms of the Dollhouse, and the only guards to be seen are already dead. And Alpha is on the hunt.

3. Trapped inside Romac. Escaping from a cell after having been experimented on, running through sterile underground rooms. If the guards don't get you, perhaps one of the other prisoners will, and they've been locked inside for a reason.

4. Rift invasion. Manhattan is under attack. Endless amounts of monsters and alien creatures and appearing in the park and roaming the streets, attacking anything in sight.

5. Overstimulation hell. There's people everywhere, the sun is too bright, everything is too loud, the smell of smoke and sewers and traffic permeates the air, there's nowhere to hide and breathe, and you've forgotten where you're even going.

6. High School panic. Yep, one of those.

7. Wildcard. Make up a scenario yourself or discuss one with me privately.]

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[rae_of_sun]

6!

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Oh God, he's late for class. And he forgot all his books. Did he even do his homework? Yes, he must've done - oh no, he did the wrong homework! And his class has been moved, but he doesn't know where it's supposed to be. And there are so many people around him, almost all of whom are bigger and older than him, and he can't remember his locker combination, and he's going to have a breakdown.

Everything is terrible.

[rae_of_sun]

Oh, gods, she's in frigging high school. Sunshine slouches next to a stretch of lockers, watching the crowd of students stream by with a mingled bafflement and contempt. What is she doing here? Well, she's in school, obviously, otherwise she is five-hundred-percent certain she wouldn't be here at all. But she can't remember which class she's supposed to be in right now, which - as far as she's concerned - is a perfectly valid excuse to just skip it.

She's about to use the crush of students as a cover to slip outside when she sees this little guy making his way toward her half-assed hideout. He looks way too young to be here - not just a token tiny freshman, but a kid who looks like he got horribly lost on the way back from the playground.

Maybe he reminds her of Kenny. That might explain why she feels compelled to reach out as he passes by and put her hand on his shoulder. "Hey," she says. Then, because he looks like he might actually have a heart attack, "You okay?"

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Topher jumps about a mile at being unexpectedly touched, especially while he's busy wigging out.

He stares up at the girl with confusion and intense anxiety. Somewhere in the back of his head, he's vaguely aware that he's nearing thirty and an extremely accomplished neuroscientist, but right now most of his brain is firmly in the mindset of half a lifetime ago.

"I can't get into my locker," he squeaks, looking wild-eyed.

[rae_of_sun]

"Sorry," she says, raising her hand peaceably. Poor kid. She didn't mean to freak him out (or freak him out more, since he seems to be dealing with a heightened baseline of freaked just now).

Gods. She's pretty sure she has better things to do than shepherd some twitchy little kid around. Then again, if she passes herself off as some kind of upperclass mentor - nothing nomad about that at all - she'll have an excuse to be out here with Tiny Tim instead of in class. Everyone wins.

"Maybe I can help," she offers, straightening away from the lockers and raising her eyebrows. "Where's your locker?"

[peeta_mellark]

Let's do 3!

[mr_fring]

2

4 (unless you'd really rather do 1 with him)

[fucking_ebay]