Keith (
tempredmental) wrote in
driftfleet2017-08-27 10:54 pm
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Deep Dreams Are Made of These - Open
Who: Keith, Huntress crew, Shiro, open text message
Broadcast: Text
Action: Huntress
When: The night of and morning after the visions/nightmares
[Darkness. Stars. It’s nighttime and the ground trembles. A deep underlying sense of panic permeates everything, tangible in the way your limbs shake and the expressions on people’s faces, though specific features seem to melt away. The darkness turns to red, and the red turns to fire… fire everywhere, uncontrollable and hungry. It burns at your limbs and for a brief second, you see a world-- a planet-- engulfed in a wave of red-orange death.
The background noise is a strange alien wailing, neither male nor female, but it is deep and you find you can almost understand the words. They are strong enough to be word-feelings, which makes them a little hard to concentrate on with the chaos otherwise found in the vision.
<Fire.> <Run.> <Help.>]
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on the huntress
[Keith jumped up in bed with a yell, breathing hard. He didn't have nightmares often, but that sure was one. He rubbed his face. Was that... tears? He looked at his hands for a moment, noticing that they were trembling. Keith hesitated, but then eventually reached for the communicator.
After speaking with Shiro, he made his way out to the common area for a bit. He needed to get out of his room. After the common area, he went to the shuttle bay to beat up the punching bag for a bit.]
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private to Shiro
hey
are you awake
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next morning, after seeing a few posts on the network
so a few people had these nightmare vision things
i think we should compare what we saw
Broadcast: Text
Action: Huntress
When: The night of and morning after the visions/nightmares
[Darkness. Stars. It’s nighttime and the ground trembles. A deep underlying sense of panic permeates everything, tangible in the way your limbs shake and the expressions on people’s faces, though specific features seem to melt away. The darkness turns to red, and the red turns to fire… fire everywhere, uncontrollable and hungry. It burns at your limbs and for a brief second, you see a world-- a planet-- engulfed in a wave of red-orange death.
The background noise is a strange alien wailing, neither male nor female, but it is deep and you find you can almost understand the words. They are strong enough to be word-feelings, which makes them a little hard to concentrate on with the chaos otherwise found in the vision.
<Fire.> <Run.> <Help.>]
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on the huntress
[Keith jumped up in bed with a yell, breathing hard. He didn't have nightmares often, but that sure was one. He rubbed his face. Was that... tears? He looked at his hands for a moment, noticing that they were trembling. Keith hesitated, but then eventually reached for the communicator.
After speaking with Shiro, he made his way out to the common area for a bit. He needed to get out of his room. After the common area, he went to the shuttle bay to beat up the punching bag for a bit.]
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private to Shiro
hey
are you awake
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next morning, after seeing a few posts on the network
so a few people had these nightmare vision things
i think we should compare what we saw

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I didn't get the words they were saying...did you get words too, or
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more like feelings
there was shaking ground and fire and crying or wailing or something
but i had three that i remember pretty well
fire run help
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So we're all clear that it's not just some mass hallucination or random fever dream, right? this really is actually something?
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that was something right
i feel like this might be something too
though not everyone saw something i think
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Everybody went through the calibrations thing, but just a handful of us got these bad visions. Why us?
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but at the same time
why not everyone if it was a mass hallucination
it wasnt isolated to one ship or anything like that
for calibrations we were all moved to the marsiva
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[Keith worked better visually. He was already trying to figure out who had dreams and which ones. What ships they were on, what augments they had, if they had any special mind powers, what kind of world they came from (magic? technology?)... he didn't have complete information about everyone, though, so he was going to have to do more research about it to get a complete chart.]
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i usually pin stuff up on a board or something
and then try to figure it out from there
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yeah something like that
[Lance called it that all the time.]
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no
i just find it easier to work with things like that
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thats a hell of a switch just because i happen to work a certain way
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I'm just not settling on the 'we were destined to get visions' idea. more convinced that there's just something in the water
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Text // Private to Cloud
he totally had a conspiracy board back at his house where we came from
so basically you're right on the money here
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Conspiracy theorists always get defensive about being conspiracy theorists
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I mean he ended up being right about some things?
BUT THE BOARD, DUDE
I also have a theory that he might be a cryptid hunter but have not confirmed
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You said back home. you his buddy?
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he gonna get mad at me for not taking this seriously?
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