Deep Dreams Are Made of These - Open

[tempredmental]

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

Comments

[moseyin]

yeah i got nothin on that. Just wondering why it was only some of us

[tempredmental]

i need to map this out

[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.]

[moseyin]

'map it out' what're you talking abt

[tempredmental]

i work better if i can see everything in front of me and make connections

i usually pin stuff up on a board or something

and then try to figure it out from there

[moseyin]

Like a conspiracy theory corkboard

[tempredmental]

[Okay... Keith sighed.]

yeah something like that

[Lance called it that all the time.]

[moseyin]

So are you a conspiracy theorist then

[tempredmental]

[What?]

no

i just find it easier to work with things like that

[moseyin]

To work like a conspiracy theorist

[moseyin]

look I don't have anything against conspiracy theorists, I'm just saying if you ARE one that maybe we should get some other opinions on whether or not this dream thing is some intentional vision like you seem to think it is

[tempredmental]

dude

thats a hell of a switch just because i happen to work a certain way

[moseyin]

Don't get all bent out of shape, you're the one who wants to map things out

I'm just not settling on the 'we were destined to get visions' idea. more convinced that there's just something in the water

[tempredmental]

there are too many weird things going on to not at least look into it

[moseyin]

What's the other weird things

[tempredmental]

[Here was the list...]

well first this whole place

second calibrations and the glitches with weird panels showing up and strange feelings and the torture of the two hosts

third the fact that the marsiva basically ATE the paisley and has a giant cannon that can shoot father than anyones sensors can read

fourth the interceptor fleet

fifth the fact that we cant get any clear answers and any data that we recovered and saved from mysterious deletion is practically corrupted

i guess i havent been here long enough to think all this is normal

[moseyin]

You wanna make a conspiracy board to map out all of THAT.

i hate to rain on your parade but I can explain most of that right now

[tempredmental]

can you

then please

feel free

Text // Private to Cloud

[the_tailor]

[Lance stumbles across the exchange of messages, and can't resist sending a quick message off to Cloud. Privately, though, because he's trying to behave with Keith right now.]

he totally had a conspiracy board back at his house where we came from

so basically you're right on the money here

Text // Private

[moseyin]

i KNEW it.

Conspiracy theorists always get defensive about being conspiracy theorists

[the_tailor]

seriously

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

[moseyin]

Not surprised.

You said back home. you his buddy?

[the_tailor]

basically. we're teammates, rivals, friends.

[moseyin]

That's a lot of definitions

he gonna get mad at me for not taking this seriously?

[the_tailor]

we have a complicated relationship

prolly but he gets mad a lot so don't take it too personally

[moseyin]

ok doke