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The Big Applesauce Moderators ([personal profile] applesaucemod) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream2015-05-02 02:31 pm

This is My Island in the Sun [Open to All]

The Rift wouldn't say it's sorry for the fit it threw the other day, because the Rift never needs to apologize. It is (mostly) perfect, and all of its decisions are well reasoned and just. Obviously. But perhaps it has fallen into a bit of a post-tantrum sulk, because this dream is milder than one might expect. In fact, it's downright nice.

The dreamers will find themselves in an archipelago of small islands - most only a few acres in size - connected by narrow strips of sand or pebbles. The surrounding waters are calm. Little waves lap against the shorelines, and no rising tide will cut the islands off from one another. The islands themselves seem to have been lifted from every climate zone on Earth and several from beyond. Some are tropical, some colder and home to hardy conifers, some mossy and boulder-strewn, some covered in multicolored sand and odd, coral-like trees.

Most of the islands boast some kind of manmade or otherwise non-native structure, be it as small as a bench or as large as a pavilion, though there are no houses or shops to be seen. It's more like parkland, just civilized enough for a nice picnic. Some of the islands even have little grills, and a sufficiently motivated dreamer might be able to rustle up some hot dog or burger fixings if they poke around a bit.

And they'll have an extra pair of eyes to help with their searching, because their beloved dæmons have returnedagain. Or perhaps they're being introduced for the first time. Regardless, it's the bi-annual dæmon dream party!
johnny_truant: (distant)

my dæmon top levels are always books

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-05-02 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Johnny uncurls slowly. He's dreamed himself (or the rift has dreamed him) into a forest, and not a very big one - he can hear gentle oceanic waves, smell salt on the breeze, all around him, close and yet very distant.

There is something warm and soft and familiar in his lap.

"Hi Johnny," says Novatiana quietly, peeking up at him, and he grins and scoops her up, holding her close.

"Missed you," he says.

"You're so embarrassing," she replies, and he laughs lightly and gets up. "Where are we this time?"

"Dunno, but it's nicer than the last forest." Peeking through some nearby trees lends him a glimpse of an oceanic horizon, so he steps out cautiously, picking his way through, until he's-

"Oh shit," he blurts. He's on a cliff. There is ocean, definitely, and he can see loads of other little islands dotting the water down, down, way down below. He peers out around him. Those ones are lower down. Small but practical. His is small and very fuckin high up.

"Nice," sighs Nova. "Now what?"

Johnny grunts, eases back into the woods. "Gonna find a way down, I guess."

"Ooh, yeah. Or your could fall to your death again." She squirms around, settling herself more comfortably in the crook of his elbow. "You could pray. If he's here, he'll be with Venia, they can fly you know."

"I know." He says this quietly, curtly. Nova lifts her head to look at him but doesn't say anything more for several moments.

"You're a little different," she says finally. "I can't figure out what it is, cause you've always been this stupid, but... something's different."

He nods slightly, though he doesn't answer. The way these dreams always work they probably won't be alone for long, prayer or no prayer. He doesn't want to be having this conversation when someone else pops up.
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all_the_gifts: (grin - excited)

[personal profile] all_the_gifts 2015-05-02 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Melanie and Nikolaos have been mostly avoiding the islands in favor of paddling about in the surrounding waters, which are cool but not unpleasantly so. Niko had been favoring hippo shape, large enough for Melanie to sit on his back as if on her own, personal, mobile island. She's been enjoying the warmth of the sun on her face and the varied view of the assorted islands in this... grouping. She knows there's a technical term for it, but it escapes her.

"Archipelago," Niko says, and Melanie tsks and shakes her head. Of course. She knew that one. "But look at that," he adds, turning himself towards an island that towers above all the rest of them. "It's huge!"

Huge, Melanie thinks, and not easy to access. There's a sand bridge leading away from it, just like all the others have, but scaling those sheer cliffs wouldn't be easy. Not for someone whose soul-animal-thing can't climb well, anyway. "We could explore it," Melanie says, giving Niko's back a pat. "You could fly me up there, couldn't you?"

"Easily," Niko says, paddling over to the nearest strip of sand. Melanie clambers off his back as he lumbers out of the water, then grin as he takes the shape of an enormous bird of prey. "Think this is big enough?" he asks, ruffling his feathers.

"Let's find out," Melanie grins, holding out her arms.

A minute later, she's whooping with delight as Niko carries her into the sky, one strong, taloned foot carefully wrapped around each of her arms. It's not the most comfortable thing in the world for her, but it gets the job done, and flying is so exciting she hardly cares. They circle the island a few times as Niko slowly gains altitude, and then he banks a bit closer. "I see something!" he says, nodding towards the trees.

Melanie squints, then grins as she recognizes the person stuck atop the island. He'd been nice to her before, and she waggles one of her hands in a wave. "Hi, Johnny!"

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[personal profile] subtlely 2015-05-15 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
Through the winding thickness of trees and around the tangling of brambles, two shadowy shapes prowl about in their curious, purposeless way. The shape of the man is more immediately distinguishable - or that which resembles a man in all respects - but at his side is something scaled and low-slung with a pale tongue that flickers out like a breath of flame. Both walk with the easy contentment that they are almost certainly the most dangerous things in these woods, on this island, in this dream, and magic hovers thickly about them like a shroud, dark and impenetrable.

Around a knot of thorns Rumpelstiltskin winds, and that is when he sees the man and the piece of his soul he holds cupped in his arms, some small and furred and scuttling thing.

He thinks it convenient to look as he does now, human and innocuous, nothing more than a finely-dressed gentleman out for a stroll in the woods, with a cane in hand and a lizard at his side. True, they are so very high up from the white-tipped waves that roil below them, but this dream has given him the tingle of magic at his fingertips, and the Dark One has nothing to fear.

The young man has a fearful edge to him - something Rumpelstiltskin finds difficult to define. He would hesitate to call it magic, it is not so simply lacquered over him, but rather something - deeper.

Rumpelstiltskin displays none of this budding interest. He halts, cane dug into the soil at his feet, and watches the other man with the faintest air of amusement.

"You seem lost."

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apidae: (sweetheart)

[personal profile] apidae 2015-05-02 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Simon!" she squeaks happily, holding him up to her cheek. Simonides balls up nervously, his tail curling around her wrist. All that excitement over him! Bee smiles and softens a little.

"We're okay, see?" She gives him a little kiss on the head. "Everything's fine. Somewhere bright and warm and not scary at all this time. Look!"

He does peek out, seeing the ocean lapping against the sand, shady palm trees behind them - he settles a little more comfortably on her shoulders.

"We're dreaming?" he says meekly.

She nods, absently stroking under his chin with a finger. She senses the melancholy in the question, that when she wakes up they'll be separated again, but she puts on a brave face for both of them. "Best make the most of it then, hadn't we," she says, and sets out to circle the beach, looking for other people or a way to one of the other islands. There are so many of them, and they're all so different! Simonides might want to hide in her hair, but she's going to explore.
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fucking_ebay: (interested | listening)

[personal profile] fucking_ebay 2015-05-04 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Peter's still in search of somewhere cooler and shadier than the scorching hot desert isle on which he arrived. Slogging across wet sand under direct sunlight isn't the most pleasant thing, but the air seems cooler already as he and Cascia approach an island with a lot more to offer in the way of palm trees. He can make out a figure in the glaring light, and pauses to shade his eyes with both hands, swaying slightly in place as he tries to make out who it might be.

"I think it's Bee," he says to the goat standing with her hooves sunk deep in the sand beside him.

"BEE!" yells Cascia without warning, and Peter startles and swats at her.

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bibliophale: (prissy as hell | fashionista)

[personal profile] bibliophale 2015-05-02 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[A little retcon, I don't know enough about snakes and last time I claimed Aziraphale's was a lil cutie ball python but NO she is a great big magnificent Burmese python. Very very different. Disregard previously threaded inaccuracies.]

Aziraphale adjusts his glasses and regards the ocean unhappily. Orisa he regards with a mild and esoteric sort of tension, as if to say ah yes, that - he'd almost forgotten about his soul's manifestation being a great bloody python. Now she is draped heavily around his shoulders and looking back at him with matched dryness.

"You could say you're happy to ssssee me," she says, coiling up onto his shoulder. "I didn't ask to be thisss way, you know."

"Yes, yes." He reaches up and gives her a begrudging pat on the head, which is more enjoyable than he'd like to admit. "Anyway it's not that, it's this - scenery I'm not sure about. The rift's trying to placate us, I suppose. Nice dreams after bad things, isn't that always how it goes?"

She makes a fairly unsnakelike clicking sound of consideration but chooses to wander up to settle on his head rather than discuss the matter.

"Must you," he sighs.

"It's a very nice island," she observes. "Perhaps there's something to eat."

"Is that all you can think about?"

She tilts her head down to fix one beady eye on him.

He huffs out a breath. "Fine," he relents. "I suppose I am a little peckish."

"You suppose," she says, not at all smugly.

He glowers at her before stalking off toward the more parkish area. There's a grill there. Surely there must be something. He could bring something into existence of course, but Orisa seems to favor exploration, and while he would try very hard indeed to deny it, it is difficult not to dote on her a little. She is part of him, after all.
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peeta_mellark: (Face)

[personal profile] peeta_mellark 2015-05-03 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Peeta is always pleased to see Nilakshi, and he's even more pleased that this time they're somewhere pleasant. "Nilakshi!" he cries, trotting over to her. Nilakshi lets out a happy rumble, so excited to see him that she literally lifts Peeta off his feet with her trunk-hug.

"Peeta, it is so good to see you." She sets him down gently before ruffling his hair with her trunk. "This is a nice place, much nicer than last time."

"It is," Peeta agrees, studying the tiny island they are on with interest. It's desert-like, but beautiful in a way. And the general atmosphere is peaceful, refreshing. "Want to explore?" Nilakshi nods her agreement, and they set out.

Neither are all that interested in the first island they come to, which is too reminiscent of home for Peeta. The next island is too cold for Nilakshi, and the next is too small. Finally they arrive at one that is more jungle, with a beautiful sandy coastline. Having tromped across the earlier islands, they decide to walk around this one, enjoying the beach and the calm ocean. They haven't gone far when they hear faint noises that draw their attention.

Catching sight of the cause, Peeta stops dead. There's a man, and he appears to be wearing a snake as a hat. Peeta can feel Nilakshi's similar befuddlement when she nuzzles his shoulder.

"Hello?" Peeta calls.

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[personal profile] andhiswife 2015-05-02 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Greta finds herself on a low, grassy island dotted with boulders, a stiff wind flapping her skirts and teasing her hair into disarray. She scrapes a few strands out of her face, lips pursed in a thoughtful frown at a neighboring island. It doesn't seem as if it should be here; it's too different from the one she's standing on, now. How strange.

A furry head insinuates itself beneath her hand, and she gives it a few absent-minded pats before it occurs to her that she doesn't have a dog. Then she glances down in surprise, taking a hasty step aside when she realizes it's a large dog - a great shaggy sort that you'd see on a farm, herding sheep.

Even as she steps away from it, she gets the impression that it's the wrong thing to do, and she stills. "Sorry. Er." Why is she apologizing to it? "You're a nice dog," she hazards uncertainly.

The dog looks up at her, head canted to one side. "I don't think I'm quite a dog," he says in an accent not unlike her husband's, and Greta swallows hard. "And we both know nice isn't all it's cracked up to be."

She needs to sit. She edges over to the nearest boulder and lowers herself onto it, the not-quite-a-dog ambling after her. He continues his approach even after she's sat, and ends up practically climbing into her lap - a move she objects to with a squeak and a hand against his chest until she realizes that it's... nice, the inexplicably familiar feeling of his forepaws on her knees and her fingers in his fur. No, not nice - good.

She's never even owned a dog. Why should any of this feel familiar?

"I'm Angus," he says, waggling his hindquarters a bit as she brushes aside his fringe, revealing a friendly pair of brown eyes. "And I'm pretty sure I'm yours."

Greta swallows again. "I think you're right." And it doesn't make any sense, but he feels like someone intrinsically her own, someone she's been missing for ages, and it seems the most natural thing in the world to lean forward and wrap her arms around Angus's broad shoulders. He drops his chin to the back of her neck, then pushes himself off of her lap and prances back a pace or two.

"I think we should look around," he says. "There are paths everywhere. Have you seen them?"

Greta gets to her feet, feeling a bit steadier, now. "I haven't," she admits. "Why don't you show me?"
biscuit_powered: (Asmodia | thoughtful | listening)

[personal profile] biscuit_powered 2015-05-02 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Hello, peasant woman. Hello, peasant dog. Meet a demon tiefling woman covered in animals. Asmodia has convinced Biscuit to use his own feet for once, but the guinea pig that's somehow attached to him still rides on one of her shoulders, and a great, sleek raven perches on the other, having finally been convinced that no, her neck could not handle him riding on one of her horns.

Spotting something other than foliage through the foliage up ahead, Asmodia picks up the pace a little. "Hello?" she calls, at ease enough with these surroundings and confident enough in her ability to defend herself to announce her presence.

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[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2015-05-02 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
The last few days have been too eventful for Daine to be inclined towards wandering overmuch. Nice as it is to have Coromotto with her again, they've both decided exploring should take a back seat to relaxing. He'd managed to sniff out an island that smelled like home, a sloping, grass-covered mound topped by a crown of pine trees. And there they've sprawled, Coromotto flat-out over the grass and Daine with her head pillowed against his side. Their eyes are shut, but their ears are open to the sounds of wind and waves - and to anyone who might approach. This doesn't seem like a dangerous sort of dream, but you never quite know.
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[personal profile] omnomnom_feels 2015-05-02 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Rashad does not like this place, but Rashad has disliked nearly everything he's encountered over the past few days. He dislikes that he dislikes things, that everything around him provokes some sort of reaction, as though the world has any right to intrude on his mind and alter his formerly pristine, unbiased perceptions. He is not sure whether he is more afraid or more angry at what has been done to him, and the lack of clarity and lack of control only serves to make him more afraid and more angry at every turn, and it was not meant to be this way. Not for him.

But it is this way. He cannot escape the cloying reality of his own broken mind, cannot hold to the shreds of rationality left to him in the face of the feelings that will not stop occurring apropos of anything, apropos of nothing. He is unable to function and it is killing him and he's dimly aware that he's being dramatic when he says that to himself, which is all the worse. He is not a dramatic being, or at least he should not be. Drama is the refuge of creatures unable to cope with their lives in a measured, reasonable fashion, and he has never been such a thing, not until he quite suddenly was.

His body has healed in the wake of the attack, but the deeper damage remains. His corporeal form is huddled in some hidden corner or another, wherever he last left it in his futile efforts to isolate himself in the vain hope that being away from the feelings of others would help him stop having feelings of his own. His mind, however, is elsewhere --

Salty, wet air presses in on him, but things are not as terrible as they might be. He huddles in tropical greenery, vaguely attempting to remain hidden from the view of unknown people, and while he is not alone the presence on his shoulder is not an unwelcome one. The little reptile is scarcely longer than his hand if one doesn't count the equally long tail, but her slight weight against his neck grounds him in a way he has not felt grounded in several days.

"You must try to be less agitated," she is saying softly (impassively) into his ear even as her eyes swivel seemingly aimlessly about. Is this how he sounds when he speaks? He wishes it were still so. "Gain control of yourself."

"I cannot control it," he protests, hearing his own voice tremble. "I cannot do this. I do not want this!"

"You should not want at all," the chameleon reminds him, and Rashad lets out a soft, keening sound.
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[personal profile] singthesong 2015-05-02 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
The Balladeer recognizes the dreams by now, but that doesn't make him any less pleased to find himself standing in the shade of a palm tree, on a beach. A few feet away there's a narrow path of sand, leading to a tropical-looking island out on the blue. "Oh!" Somewhere above him, a female voice cries out in delight, and a second later a small weight drops onto his shoulder. "Let's go over there! Now! We have to hurry, or we'll wake up before we can see it all!"

He turns to peer down his nose at the bird on his shoulder. She's some kind of bright yellow-orange parrot, looking back up at him now with intelligent little black eyes. He lifts a finger and she flutters onto it without prompting, spreading her wings and giving them a flap. "Look!" She's a brighter little thing than he first saw, with blue and green feathers in her tail and the tips of her wings. Far from knowing her own colors, she seems equally charmed, running the edge of her beak over a long emerald primary. "I bet you I can fly that far."

"Sure," he agrees. "Why couldn't you? You're a bird."

"Well," she says, sounding at a bit of a loss. "I've never flown before. But I think I know how! We'll try it over there, though, I don't want to get too far ahead of you."

The idea does sound unpleasant, though the Balladeer can't quite say why. He'd just prefer she stay here, or at least close by. The parrot hops back up to his shoulder as he starts walking across the sandbar. The other island is closer than it appeared at first; there's a park bench on the beach over there, but otherwise it doesn't look particularly inhabited. If he knows these dreams, though, the two of them won't be alone here for very long. "If you took your shoes off," the bird suggests suddenly, "you could walk in the sand."

"Good idea!" So he stops to kick them off. The parrot jumps off his shoulder again as he pauses, gliding over to perch on the back of the bench. The sight of her even at that short distance tugs at something in him, and he breaks into a light jog to catch up. She, meanwhile, fluffs up her feathers to savor the sunlight and starts trilling to herself.

"I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty, and bright! And - oh, don't think of it like that!" she laughs, hopping aside a little as the Balladeer drops onto the bench next to her. "Sam doesn't own West Side Story!"

Somehow it doesn't seem terribly odd that she knows what he was thinking, or even who Sam is. The Balladeer leans towards her, and she flutters back to his shoulder again, ready to set off down the beach. "Fair enough. Let's go walk around some! We can sing something else on the way." He thinks they could harmonize well together.
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[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-05-03 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Making it off his giant rock of an island might have been the least of his worries, it turns out.

There's that guy - the Balladeer - singing with a parrot. Well isn't that adorable. He's very adorable and likable and he has a very colorful bird.

"You're jealous?" says Nova abruptly. "Of him?"

"No," mutters Johnny. "No, I just don't like him. And how he's in such a damn good mood all the time."

It's weird. And yeah, a little unfair.

He considers just turning around. Neither of them wants this - neither of them needs it. But he's on a narrow, sandy path leading right to the beach - if he wants to circle around it, he'll be getting his legs and shoes soaked. There's no other way but to cut across.

He sighs heavily and continues forward, holding his rabbit a little closer.

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[personal profile] fucking_ebay 2015-05-02 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
As much as Peter whines about missing Las Vegas, it's not the desert he missed. He's not pleased, therefor, to find himself on a literal desert island -- not even one with a little open-air pavilion filled mockingly with slot machines and a distinct lack of anything resembling a bar.

"Fuck this," says Cascia, sides heaving as she pants in the hot air, and Peter is inclined to agree.

"There's another island that way," he points out, gesturing to where the sand of their island's shore tapers into a narrow sandbar that seems to connect it to a neighboring island with considerably more trees. Peter squints, not sure if it's an illusion -- but they can always turn back if they run out of sand, right? "Can't be worse than this," he decides as the pair go striding out, bare feet and bare hooves sinking into the soft ground.
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[personal profile] stronglikebear 2015-05-02 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
The scene should be perfect -- the island on which Yuri arrived ends in smooth white sand that tapers into the water, a series of umbrella'd beach chairs providing shelter from the heat of the sun. The ocean is a deeper blue than he's ever seen water be.

It's not Penza's overheated panting from under the chair in which he sits that has him on edge. His mouth is set into a hard frown, his hands fists against the painted white wood of the arm rests. Two days. Two days since ROMAC fell and no one can tell him why Erik isn't to be found among the former prisoners. He'd finally done what he's dreamed of doing, stormed the building from bottom to top and back again in search of his brother, only for there to be no sign of him whatsoever. He waited too long. He didn't do anything, just waited until the world handed the chance to find Erik to him, and of course it was too late.

"We should walk," says Penza quietly, not looking up at him. "I don't think I can stand to just sit here."

"Yeah," says Yuri, not making any move to stand. "Yeah, I know the feeling."
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[personal profile] lottawork 2015-05-03 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
The first signs of civilization to crawl into view are not buildings or anything remotely useful. The first signs of civilization to present themselves to both Rush and the poorly defined animal extension of his own self are, in fact, little fucking beach chairs with their own little fucking umbrellas, bright and colorful beneath the blazing fucking sun.

"Oh, that's nice," Arista comments dryly. In what he is rapidly considering to be unsurprising, Rush finds himself inclined to agree with the airy derision dripping from her tone.

The cat flicks her thick tail lightly in the direction of what appears to be a boy and his dog who have taken up residence in one of the chairs. Rush halts, plainly annoyed.

"Oh, fuck," he says, and immediately turns away.

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[personal profile] biscuit_powered 2015-05-02 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
It takes Asmodia longer than it really should to realize that this isn't Shadowfoot Island. The island on which she finds herself is much too small, the ocean audibly too near at hand behind the nearby trees, the growingly familiar compound absent from the view to the east. She might be forgiven, though, for initially believing herself still at home for a moment or two, given the...peculiarities of the view. Weightless boulders bob gently in the breeze, and a stream that looks almost exactly like the one she broke back home flows noisily uphill.

"Come on, Biscuit," she says, turning uneasily to go. "It's not safe here. You, too." She glances up at the raven wheeling in tight little circles overhead.

"I don't know!" calls down the bird cheerfully. "I kind of like it!"

Asmodia laughs and picks up Biscuit -- and, as an afterthought, the smaller rodent toddling about at her feet as well. The jolt of...weirdness that goes through her hand (and through the guinea pig, into Biscuit, and up their emotional bond) makes her stop for a second and stare at the little animal, surprised, before hastily putting it on her shoulder to stand on her shirt rather than bare skin. She lets Biscuit clamber onto her other shoulder, though she knows she'll regret it when he starts to feel heavy in a few minutes. "When did I get two more familiars?" she mutters to herself, amused and bemused. Maybe it has something to do with the broken physics of this place -- either way, best to leave before a rock falls on her. Minding her step lest she find something else magically wrong with this place the hard way, she sets off for the treeline, away from the floating boulders.
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[personal profile] etherthief 2015-05-03 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I remember you." Iman grins easily as her crow buddy flutters down from a tree to perch on her arm - he'd been peering around from a higher vantage point with the same curiosity and eagerness that she feels, if only she had wings. She appreciates his exploratory attitude as much as she appreciates his closeness now - it's much easier to appreciate him in general now than it was in the last strenuous dream, where he was strange and they were both stressed and sassy.

"We're on an island," he says, nuzzling his beak against her in a brief greeting. "There are a bunch of them, all woven together."

"Sounds nice," she says lightly. She picks a direction and starts walking. "I think we could all do with a nice dream."

"It has been a while," Aqil agrees.

"How would you know?" she asks, glancing at him. "Have you been having dreams of your own?"

"I dream with you, silly," he says. "We're always together, even if I'm not outside. That's how it works."

Interesting. She lifts an eyebrow, wondering over the implications of that. Before they can really get into it though (and she can feel his itch to discuss just as much as her own) they're disrupted by a rustling from nearby, signifying the presence of another dreamer, and they both look up with equally birdlike alacrity.
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[personal profile] omnomnom_feels 2015-05-03 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
This is the opposite of what he wants. Rashad stares wide-eyed through the foliage at a woman whose face he knows too well. He can't cope with this right now. He can't cope with the fact that he can't cope. He strongly regrets the little motion that made enough sound to draw her attention to the spot where he crouches among the ferns.

Maybe if he holds very still she will not pick him out from his surroundings. Both he and the little chameleon on his shoulder sit still as a pair of statues, both of them regrettably failing to be green at the moment.

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DEER OF DEERCHILD: A NEARLY-TRAGIC NOVELLA

[personal profile] deadeyedchild 2015-05-03 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
He would very much prefer not to be in the fucking woods.

Not after last time. Not ever, really.

He's hit the ground running like he so often does in dreams (though he does not yet realize that's what this is) - scrambling and slipping over twigs and pine needles, struggling to get out in the open, somewhere safer, somewhere he can breathe-

There's a pain in his chest. Sharp, sudden, overpowering. He would think heart attack but for the violent tug, like he's tethered to something, something pulling him back, back toward the woods, no, no. He strains against it, pushing forward, and the pain takes his breath, he crashes down onto his knees, scraping them on hard, water-smoothed rocks. He grasps his chest, fighting to breathe, and, against every pragmatic impulse, looks over his shoulder.

He expects to see It, but what he sees is a deer - a stag, staring at him from the underbrush.

"Wh," he whispers, but the pain is too great for him to speak, he turns and pulls but it's like he's being dragged, he feels like his heart will burst if he pulls any harder-

"Jay!" cries a voice, desperate and pleading. He startles and freezes. It's not a voice he knows, but it's not entirely unfamiliar either. He hears cracking and rustling behind him, footsteps getting closer with alarming speed - no, not footsteps. Hoofbeats.

The deer is standing beside him now, and the pain has dissipated utterly. He looks up, still trying to catch his breath, his hand still over his heart.

"What the hell," he gasps, looking behind him for the source of the voice, seeing nothing, and looking again at this weird deer that is standing so close to him.

"It's me, Jay," the deer says.

Jay screams and snaps back, barely getting a few feet away before his back collides hard with a tree and he's left curled up on the ground, staring up at the talking animal.

"Don't - don't," the deer begs, staying put, shifting its weight like it's just as uncomfortable. "It's just me. It's just me. You know me, Jay." The deer pauses, a little hesitant breath. "Don't you?"

Jay stares up at it. This is completely insane, and yet there's some kind of sense in it too, something that is striking a chord. He sits up a little straighter and reaches forward with a trembling hand.

The deer dips its head and presses his snout up under Jay's palm.

Relief floods through him at the touch. It doesn't make sense, but - but it's happening, this feeling of absolute comfort as he moves his hand slowly up the deer's head to stroke behind its ear.

"Omit," he whispers, some part of him offering the word up like it always knew, all along.

"Yeah," says the deer - says Omit. "Yeah."

This is totally nuts, but Jay isn't prepared to second-guess it anymore. Omit shifts his head close, careful to keeps his antlers from knocking against him, and Jay actually wraps his arms around Omit's neck, hugging the deer like he's never hugged anything. He doesn't do this. He doubts he remembers how.

But this just comes natural. Or rather it's like something he had a long time ago that he's just now finding again.

It's weirdly emotional.
postictal: (so should i be concerned here)

[personal profile] postictal 2015-05-08 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Tim senses a little thrill of alarm from Zero before she actually says anything, swooping low to click her beak in mingled anxiety and relief.

"Up ahead," she hisses, and Tim automatically stretches out a hand for her to perch on. Her talons shift restlessly once she's landed, but there's no mistaking what she means by it. There's only one person he knows who can inspire that kind of immediate conflict of emotion. Only one person who's still alive, anyway, and he couldn't even say that five months ago.

Even in their dreams. Maybe after everything, their minds are just inextricably linked. The same degree of mental scarring, and now their brains won't let them leave each other alone.

Gradually the two figures ahead draw into view, and Tim can't help but snort a little at the sight of it. The first reason being that it's a deer - yeah, okay, Tim can see it - and the second being - Jay is hugging it.

He sobers a little almost at once. He felt the same way with Zero, after all, so maybe he can't fault Jay for that. Yeah, no, he definitely can't, but Tim just can't keep a lit on that rampant hypocrisy, can he.

"Hey," he calls cautiously, drawing out the word like the awkward interruption it is. He feels like he's just trod in on something absurdly and unspeakably intimate. Nice one.

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lottawork: (social conventions??? more like what)

SORRY I WROTE A NOVEL

[personal profile] lottawork 2015-05-03 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
He wakes to the not-terribly-distant crashing of waves. Immediately he squints against pale, clear blue, and lifts a hand to partially obscure the too-bright glare of a sun suspended overhead.

He does not remember being here. A dream, then. Most likely.

ROMAC did not allow him rest before. It has become marginally more difficult to discern.

He's lying down, so he braces both hands against the ground to push himself upward until he is sitting upright. The whisper of sand against clothing is low and dry, his bare feet pressing into the thin crust of moisture left by what can only be one of the shallow waves that soon sweeps up to tug gently at the hems of his jeans.

The beach Rush is on is idyllic, and peaceful, and the quiet swish of a tail is his only warning that he is not - quite - alone.

"Fucking excellent," says the rather disreputable-looking cat beside him.

Rush isn't entirely certain how he should respond to that. He looks at it.

"Oh, spare me," it says, and Rush is left with the absurd, distinct impression that he has just received the feline equivalent of an unimpressed, arched brow.

He continues to look at it.

"Fascinating," says Rush.

"I'm sure," snaps the cat with another flick of its thickly-furred tail. "Figure it out, genius. There's a reason why I'm here."

"And why you're talking?" he asks wryly. "You seem rather on the larger side for a cat."

"Wild cat." It exudes exasperation, and Rush has to re-evaluate his perception of feline emotional output, because he may not be absolutely positive, but he feels he may posit with reasonable confidence that most felines are not typically adept at displaying a recognizable range of emotions. Nor do they typically speak.

Nor do they typically feel uniquely, bizarrely, inherently familiar. It's an utterly baseless sensation, yet -

"Arista," says the cat, sounding tired or bored or some variation thereupon. "Surely you've determined it by now, yes?"

"I know you," says Rush, soft and puzzled.

"Wonderful," says the cat - Arista - as she stands to arch her back in a brisk, efficient stretch. "So very pleased we've established that."

"Yes," Rush says vaguely, frown darkening neatly between lowered brows. "I suppose we have."

He pushes himself fully to his feet, the cat winding herself between his legs in a fluid, unconcerned saunter. There are a number of subsets to this situation he is yet to categorize or make full sense of, and this particular dream's nonexistent logic has made that rather difficult.
etherthief: (tender | affectionate)

[personal profile] etherthief 2015-05-03 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
By now Iman has completed a circuit around a few of the closer islands and is crossing over to a new one. Aqil's flying overhead - they were quick to establish that they are in fact linked by some unseen force, and there is a limit to the distance they can put between each other, and testing it is not something they'll be trying again anytime soon. He's flying within the range, low and close, but he's still far enough ahead that he spots the man on the beach before Iman does.

"It's Rush," he says, swooping back down. "He's got a very mean looking cat."

"That's appropriate," says Iman with a little smile. She shields her eyes against the sun and spots him, and his soul-critter beside him. She lifts a hand to wave, not sure if he'll see, but if he does, he'll probably be able to tell who she is. Bright green headscarf glinting in the sun and all that.

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postictal: (that boy needs therapy)

[personal profile] postictal 2015-05-03 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
The dappled pattern of sunlight against deciduous trunks and leaf mulch would be soothing to anyone else - anyone who doesn't already nurse a deep and abiding hatred of trees and all the mental associations besides.

The soft brush of wings against his cheek is weirdly soothing, even if Tim's not really okay with being beset upon by birds. Especially not big fucking black ones. He freezes when it lights on his shoulder, shifting its weight from talon to talon, claws digging slightly into the fabric of his shirt.

"We're not safe," it whispers, and Tim looks into its eyes - dark, flickering, terrified - and knows it's right.

"I know," he says back, lifting a hand to stroke it gently with one finger. "And I know you."

"Yeah." There's a specter of sorrow aching under the word when she looks at him. "I am you."

The misery buried in her tone hits him, icy and abdominal, like an ironclad punch to the gut.

"Fuck," he whispers. "Fuck."

"Yeah."

She falls silent for a minute, then fluffs her wings faintly, almost regretfully.

"I'm Zero."

"Tim."

"Yeah." She sounds like she's smiling, pained and mournful. "I know."

Tim swallows, gingerly running one finger down one of her wings. It feels natural. It's - it's okay. She's him. It doesn't make sense, but it doesn't need to.

Because he's not alone. For what's probably the first fucking time in his life. She'd understand, better than anyone.

"I guess you do," he says finally, dropping his gaze, and he walks on in silence, Zero's talons an unspoken reassurance on his shoulder.
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apidae: (nothing is simple)

[personal profile] apidae 2015-05-03 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
There's something sort of gloomy here, she can feel it even with her clouded senses. Simonides makes his displeasure with it quickly known, curling ever closer into her shoulder.

"It's okay," she hushes gently, stroking his fur. "Someone's just sad, that's all."

It's rarely all, and they both know it - this is profound sadness, for her to feel it even in a dream.

She sees him a few moments later, walking through the woods with a huge corvid on his shoulder.

"It's Tim," whispers Simonides.

"Yes." She bites her lip. She doesn't want to scare Tim, or probe too deeply, but after their last encounter she feels like there needs to be some kind of follow-up, and a dream is at least relatively neutral territory.

"Tim?" she calls as gently as she can, following his makeshift forest path. "Tim, hey."

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[personal profile] james_t 2015-05-03 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
Kirk is on a lovely little island. The sun is bright and the water looks warm and inviting, so it's not long before he's stripped down to his underwear and waded in.

The moment he's up to his shoulders, a small creature pops up next to him in the lapping waves. It's a small otter, but if Kirk's not mistaken, he'd guess that it's a river otter, not a sea otter.

"Hello," he says happily as the otter circles him. "Take a wrong turn somewhere?"

"No," the otter's tone answers mischievously, "I belong with you."

It doesn't seem at all strange that the otter should speak, and even less strange to realize that she does belong with him. As he swims, she swims with him, and when he finally swims back to lie on the beach she follows and curls up next to him in the warm sand.
etherthief: (sweet | prim | not remotely innnocent)

[personal profile] etherthief 2015-05-03 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Well who's this now. Iman smiles to herself at the sight, good-looking guy sunning himself with an adorable little otter beside him - not a bad thing to come across in a chill island getaway dream.

She moseys over, Aqil swooping in to make his entrance before she can, the little showoff. He lands on a nearby log, cocking his head at the pair without speaking, so Iman raises her voice and calls out a friendly, "Hey there."

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[personal profile] eliotwaugh 2015-05-03 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
Eliot knows it's a dream from the familiarity, this is like a place he's been before, but that was years and years ago and a traumatic, hateful human melodrama that masqueraded as a family vacation. It has to be a dream, because he'd never end up back in Oregon.

But the Pacific isn't pounding away at the large rocky outcrop he finds himself standing on; through the scattering of trees he can see other little islets, a calm sea, so this isn't his dream, most likely. Less chance of horrible memories rearing their heads. He sighs, relaxing a fraction.

"That's a relief," comes a voice down in the sparse underbrush. Eliot jumps, and catches himself against the trunk of a scrappy spruce; he'd thought for certain he was alone.

"Who the fuck said that?" he asks, peering around for the source.

"Well don't go falling off the cliff, it's only me," says the voice, female and faintly exasperated and not one he's ever heard before.

"Yeah that doesn't help thooOH holy shit-"

"Oh would you hush," says the bird that's looking up at him from a perch on a stump. It's large and blackish and somehow gangly and dumpy at the same time, and it has a horrible garish face. Eliot dislikes it immediately. "All the things we've seen, a talking animal should not surprise you."

Eliot frowns, not liking the fact that a bird is talking to him, let alone that she's taking a tone like she knows him. "I don't have to put up with judgey attitude from some dream creature," he huffs, looking around for a way down the side of this rock, eager to get away from the bird. It's giving him bad vibes.

"I rather think you do," the bird counters, hopping along after him. "I am you."

Chilled, Eliot stops his survey of the island, and turns and glares at the bird. "Bullshit," he snaps, and if he's trembling it's because of the cold. "I did not sign up for any bullshit vision quest woo-woo soul searching, so you can just take what you're selling elsewhere, bird, I am not buying it."

"Good thing I'm not selling it, then," says the bird, cocking one bright teal eye at him. "But you just keep on doing what you're doing, I'm sure you'll catch on eventually."

Eliot scoffs and soldiers on ahead, determined to ignore any higher meaning this dream seems to want to force on him.

It is at this point that he slips on a wet patch of rock and finds himself face down in mossy gravel, with a cormorant flapping about in an uproar.
lottawork: (say again?)

[personal profile] lottawork 2015-05-03 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Peeling away from the sandy strip of beach has revealed a series of islands, all linked to one another in a self-contained archipelago and, alarmingly, lacking any sort of immediate, detectable threat. Given the historic nature of the Rift's dreams, Rush decides to view that departure from the anticipated norm as deeply suspicious, and Arista is inclined to agree.

The jagged rock looming over the crash and swell of waves appears largely deserted, unlike many of the other scattered stretches of land. Motivated by the possibility of achieving some reasonable fucking isolation, he begins scaling the steeply sloping rock at once.

What he discovers is not the deserted solitude he believed would exist on the island's peak.

Instead there is a man, lying face down, and a bird making a great deal of insufferable noise, apparently on his behalf.

Rush examines the scene with a flatly appraising look.

"Well," says Arista with sedate indifference, eyes closing once in a slow, dismissive blink. "Having trouble, are you?"

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[personal profile] driftseeker 2015-05-03 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"We're not supposed to be here," says Hitoshi nervously, his paws restless.

"I know," Mako whispers. This is not the first time she's dreamed of strange things. It is so real and immediate, and she did not even question the presence of the otter at her side at first. He had felt so natural, a logical extrapolation.

Hitoshi balances uneasily on one of the branches beside Mako as she scans the ground for signs of anyone else, animal or human or whatever else may be here. The sun-speckled leaves below are silent, save for when the trickling of an occasional pleasant breeze stirs them into a quiet rustle. Even tucked into a crook between the branches of a great oak, waiting for something to go wrong, Mako cannot deny how - nice everything feels here. The familiar sting of salt is sprinkled in the air, and she can smell the sea. It smells of home.

"Someone's coming," Hitoshi hisses, claws digging into the bark, and Mako stiffens. She presses herself closer against her branch and hopes whoever it is does not see her.
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[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-05-04 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
Johnny wanders clumsily through the woods, Nova tucked in his arms, sulking, or maybe she's sulking. He doesn't know. They aren't jiving right like they have in the past, something is off kilter, whatever, he doesn't want to think about it.

He does feel a little uneasy for some other reason, presently. Specifically he feels like he's being watched. He pauses, looking one way and another, not sure if this is just typical rote paranoia or something else.

"Johnny," whispers Nova, peering up. "Don't look, there's someone in the tree up there."

Johnny can't really help but flinch, though he manages not to look. "Um, okay," he says. "What ... do I do?"

"Don't know." She curls in, looking back down. "She's cute."

Well that is just so incredibly helpful.

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omnomnom_hands: (THINK HAPPY THOOOOOUGHTS)

[personal profile] omnomnom_hands 2015-05-03 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
This island could stand to be a lot more fun! The Pan has been flying around for ages and there's not a single child anywhere, and no mermaids, and no pirates! It's no fun being all alone with no one but his shadow for company, not even when he's flying around a magical wonderland (his magical wonderland is so much better than this one).

Finally, he spots a person -- maybe they'll want to play! Or maybe they won't, but that's no problem. And they've got a funny animal with them, what's with that? The boy monster alights on the ground, grinning from ear to ear.
all_the_gifts: (gentle)

[personal profile] all_the_gifts 2015-05-03 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
There is nothing the least bit funny about Niko's current shape; Melanie thinks he looks rather handsome. Neither of them are expecting company from above, and Melanie stills, blinking in surprise as someone drops to the sand in front of them.

And they don't seem to have an animal with them. That's weird.

"Hi," she says with an uncertain smile, resting a hand on Niko's shoulder.

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tinytantrum: (scared | panic in cage)

[personal profile] tinytantrum 2015-05-04 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Jed creeps up the stony slope on his belly, slowing as he crests the smallish boulder mountain top and peeks over, one hand keeping his hat out of the clutches of the wind. The sources of the booming voices he heard a moment ago are immediately apparent: two giants, one of them an animal, neither one looking at him. "Hang on," he mutters to himself, "How come that one's talking...?"

"Think we can get the drop on 'em?" asks a lady's voice at his side, and Jed lets out a yelp and flails at the coyote crouched beside him. She pins her ears back and snorts derisively. "Hold your horses, Jed, it's me!" she protests.

"Who's you?!" demands Jed, forgetting that he meant to stay hidden from the giants -- and really, forgetting about the giants in general for the moment, because why is there a coyote, why is she to scale, and why is she talking?! "I don't know any dang talking mongrel!"
wildmage_daine: (hiding a smile)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2015-05-05 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Coromotto's ear swivels towards the tiny voices, first, and Daine follows the motion with her eyes a moment later. There are two incredibly tiny figures atop a nearby rock. One is a two-legger, smaller even than that Aglet fellow she met once or twice. The other is a coyote - or a coyote-shaped thing, anyway. Must be his animal-self, and she grins, both because it's so close to her own Coromotto and because they're just so tiny.

Neither she nor her wolf-self interrupt. They don't want to frighten the two newcomers. But next time either of the two bother looking in the so-called giants' direction, they'll find both parties looking down at them in poorly concealed amusement.

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theoldgirl: (thoughtful)

[personal profile] theoldgirl 2015-05-18 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
The TARDIS is wary when she finds this dream, aching and exhausted from the rift's recent instability, and therefore all the more drawn to it when she senses calm and companionship in it. She manifests on a small strip of a beach, sand a rosy orange and strewn with boulders the color of the ocean. Not far off are trees whose leaves glint silver and white in the sunlight. This isn't a Terran scenery for once, and that is pleasant too. The island also seems larger than most, the long swooping shoreline cradling a few smaller isles in the distance.

While she takes in the view and the salty air and the cool breeze, she notices the familiar Unicorn close by, the sea gently lapping at its front hooves. Once again there is no discernible reason for its presence, and again it has no distinct mental presence to interact with. She frowns at it for a moment, but it's enjoying the water and that is actually not a bad idea. So she steps forward, dismissing her shoes to join the large creature's side in the muddy sand, delighted by the soft rhythmic sensations. The Unicorn turns its head to look at her and finally offers, "Here I am," in Gallifreyan, syllables and tenses linking in circles to say that this point in time is, and there would be no sense in questioning it. "Perhaps someone else is, too," the TARDIS points out and so they begin to wander along the shore towards the nearest pebbly path between islands, the TARDIS resting a hand against the broad shimmering flank of her own mind.
lottawork: (quietly broken)

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Sand crumbles easily beneath his bare feet as he advances, cautious and apprehensive, but the cat winding her way about his feet leaves no mark or pawprint against the smoothness of the beach. The peacefulness that has settled its grasp over this dream is one he finds wholly unnerving; ROMAC has significantly altered his typical responsive subroutine to the entire dream scenario outset, and while he has made significant efforts avoid sleep in the past he has never outright feared it.

He does not fear it now. He does not fear it now. Trepidation equates to vigilance, and vigilance is not atypical for him, and nor is it ill-advised. It is a reasonable response to an unfamiliar environment. It is a reasonable response. It is utterly reasonable.

The soft clack of pebbles beneath his toes unsettles him for reasons he has no means to examine or explain at any great length. Yet any discomfort expressed in response to the harsh staccato of stone clicking against stone dissolves into a complicated, confused swirl of alarm at the sight of the hoofed creature, horned and unmistakably equine.

The reaction is little compared to swell of mingled emotional output that accompanies his identification of the smaller shape that treads beside it.

It comes to Rush's attention that he has stilled and Arista has stilled, and neither are moving but for the syncopation of breath and heartbeat.

With the complex string of events that he unwittingly initiated and that resulted in a level of distance between them that he found and still finds lamentable, he can think of nothing to say.

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antitimelord: (distracted)

[personal profile] antitimelord 2015-05-18 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
On a relatively plain island, with buff sand, starkly huge, smooth rocks, and shockingly bright water, is one monster in two parts. One part, sitting neatly on one of these rocks with its serpent-tail coiled around a forearm, looking as shockingly bright and hyper-real as the water, is watching the other with idle interest as he scratches busily in the sand with a stick. "Alright, I admit chess might be a bridge too far, considering the circumstances, but you can't argue with Hangman. Never have seen the point in tic-tac-toe." Alecto sighs. "You're still in sphinx territory. I hunt heroes, I don't play games." She's lying, of course. They both love games.
johnny_truant: (existential dread)

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Johnny reflects that he might be the only animal that is instinctively drawn toward its natural predator, time and again. Blood in the water just circles the shark and he finds it on his own.

He doesn't try to run because it's too late, one of that thing's heads will spot him, or hear him, or something, he's always pinned as soon as he gets within view, every time. He stands at the threshold between jungle and beach, rabbit cradled in his arms. She's gone stiff, head raised in alert, but she is not interested in running either. They both have some kind of business here, they both know it. Or rather they, together, singularly, know it.

So he doesn't run or approach. Not quite drawn enough for a willing and immediate surrender. There's some itch at the back of his head that might be scratched here, and he doesn't like that impression, but it's not ignorable either. Like the itch for a cigarette, or any other drug. His shoulders ache.

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