It's a Waste of Time, Chasing in the Dark

[applesaucemod]

Tonight, the dreamers will find themselves in a forest. Or an office. Or a suburban living room. Or a castle tower. Or a grocery store. The dream is a patchwork of assorted settings, each one blurring inelegantly into the next, most of them only claiming half an acre or so. The hodgepodge makes for quite a sight.

Or it would, if the dreamers could see anything. Natural light is in short supply. In fact, there isn't any light at all, not even a faint twinkle of starlight; you might as well be deep inside a cave. No matter how good their eyes might be, the dreamers won't be able to see their own hands in front of their faces - not unless they can fashion some sort of light source out of whatever they might manage to find. The dream isn't inclined to make things easy; any appliances or electrical light sources the dreamers stumble over won't be plugged in, and any walls, however solid they might seem, won't contain any wiring. A small fire might be the best bet - presuming you can find any means of lighting one.

But there's good news. Each of the dreamers will find themselves with a second set of dubiously useful eyes, because they'll be joined - again, or for the first time - by their dæmons. Granted, said dæmons won't have much more luck seeing in the total darkness than anyone else, but at least no one will have to feel alone.

Just… move carefully. You wouldn't want to trip over someone else's dæmon by mistake. Imagine how awkward that would be.

[ooc: y'all know the drill. Characters don't have to be apped or in the game to show up, and dreamers can remember or forget the events of the dream at the player's discretion. This particular dream isn't a power nerf - a character with the ability to create light could still do so - but the range will be extremely localized, as if the darkness is a solid thing that doesn't want to be pushed back.]

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[spiritofwinter]

"Are you...alright?" asks Jack, his raised eyebrow practically audible. It's nothing he hasn't heard before, even if he wouldn't be thrilled to hear a kid say it -- but this guy's not a kid.

"Hang on," says Jack suddenly. Not a kid. Someone like Greta, then? Or maybe more someone like North. "You see me?"

[boneshaker]

"Uh." He furrows his brow at the vague silhouette against the unnatural light. What is that, anyway? It looks like some kind of magic, which is kind of exciting, but he's cut off from asking about it by the weird question.

"Well. Not really, no." Like, why is this even a question. "I can see your light. And your... outline. It's kind of oppressively dark, you know?" What, did this kid assume he had cat eyes?

[spiritofwinter]

"Yeah, I noticed," says Jack. To his fox, he whispers, "he sees me!"

"Be cool!" the fox hisses back.

"Uh." Jack tries to think what comes next in this conversation, and just comes up with, "You wouldn't happen to know where we are, would you?"

[boneshaker]

"Ummm," says Castor, wondering idly if he's actually run into a legitimate ghost. "No. Can't see any of that, either. I also don't remember how I got here? Which seems weird to me." He scratches the back of his neck.

Persis shifts her position onto his shoulder, sniffing the air, like that'll help. Will it? Does she have actual animal abilities? Castor doubts she has any more idea what she is than he does, beyond their shared metaphysical notions.

"I'm Castor," he says. "You are?"

[spiritofwinter]

"Neither do I," admits Jack, the light from his staff dimming as the uncertainty from before creeps back in. Where are they? What's weird is that he doesn't question the presence of the fox in is arms -- he doesn't know how she's supposed to be him, but he knows that she's right about that.

"Oh!" he says. "Jack. Jack Frost. And this is, uh..."

The fox points her nose up at him and gives an amused sniff. "Mary," she supplies.

"And this is Mary!" concludes Jack brightly.