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Deep Dreams Are Made of These - Open

Who: Keith, Huntress crew, Shiro, open text message
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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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[Keith didn't notice it at first. That is... until it made itself known with a blast. It startled him wholeheartedly, and he fell back on his rear with yelp.]

What the quiznak?

[He turned to look back over his shoulder, spotting the horn near the door.

He was pretty sure that hadn't been there before. Had someone just blasted that thing at him and left? He frowned, glaring at it. Getting up, he stalked over, snatched it up, and put it out the door into the corridor beyond, then let the door close before going back to the punching bag.]

[ He'll get about 15min reprieve before it happens again

How rude, it just wants to keep you company ]

[He definitely wasn't expecting it a second time, and this actually made him freeze up mid-swing, the bag coming back unexpectedly and knocking him on his ass. Keith snapped himself out of it just in time to catch the bag on its second swing back, and stop it from hitting him again.

He turned back to look.

Sure enough, there it was. Right where it had been before.

Keith frowned.]

That's not cool.

[He got up, grabbed the offending horn, and opened the door. He looked around, trying to see if anyone was hiding in the corridor around the bay, but, when he didn't see anyone, he put the horn in the lounge this time, and then walked back to the bay.]

[ This time it doesn't even wait, sitting pointedly in his path when he walks back into the bay.

C'mon, you know you want to try ]

[That got a small yelp as the door opened and the thing was sitting there. Keith growled.]

Alright! Whose idea is this?

[His tone was snappish as he yelled into the corridor.]

It's not funny anymore.

[ The vuvuzela, of course, just sits there.

It is just an inanimate object, after all!

The corridors remain empty, Keith's voice echoing down the hall.

Ooo spooky~ ]

[Keith growled.]

Fine. You know what?

[He snatched it up off the floor. This was definitely not a good day for this. Night. Day. Whatever. He didn't even know what time it was anymore. But, it didn't matter. He angrily stormed down the corridor and dumped the offending plastic "instrument" noise-maker thing into the garbage. Then, he stalked back to the cargo bay again, intent on taking this new rage out on the bag.]

[ He surprises Maglor, in the coridoor, who came out to see what the yelling was about ]

Keith? What is it?

[He was already on edge from the nightmare... vision... whatever the quiznak that was... and that stupid vuvuzela...]

I am really tired of strange stuff happening around here.

[His tone was snappish, his frayed nerves easily seen.]

[ Maglor blinks - he's not familiar, with Keith, but what he's seen of him so far has been a fairly easy going young man. ]

What's been happening?

[ he frowns worriedly ]

I'm being stalked by a stupid plastic horn!

[Keith's voice cracked a little as he said it, the words tumbling out pretty fast. He was definitely unhappy about it, and was starting to not care if it sounded ridiculous.]

[ Maglor's lips twitch ]

I see it's found a new victim. I'm sorry Keith - normally it only bothers me!

Where did it come from?

It was in those gift baskets we got recently.

So this was from those new hosts?

[Keith frowned.]

They seem a little suspicious, don't you think?

Aye - well, I assume so? [ He nods ]

The whole setup is suspicious from the start, eh? We know too little of what is really going on.

Well, yeah.

[Keith sighed. He glanced back into the kitchen. The cursed horn in question had somehow made it out of the garbage was sitting on the counter, completely unharmed. Keith glared at it.]

You're welcome to take that thing back, by the way.

[ Maglor follows his gaze and shakes his head, walking over to pick it up ]

I will put it back in my room. Hopefully it will leave you in peace for a while, now! Oddly, I don't think it bothers Mikleo except when he's around me - perhaps it cannot see the Seraphim, either.

Maybe. They're lucky, if that's the case.

[Evil thing... Keith was already on edge, and that just made it worse.]

Why don't you come and have a cup of tea, Keith? I'll put it in my room - it seems to stay there for a while, normally.

Alright...

[Another cup of tea couldn't hurt. He knew the one Mikleo gave him was pretty relaxing, but the way he had described it indicated that they shouldn't be using it a lot. Something else would do fine for now to maybe enhance it and get it working again after his encounters with the "Horn of Evil".]

[ Maglor leads them both down to the kitchen, keeping a hand on the vuvuzela. From experience he knows that so long as he doesn't put it down, it won't pull the movement trick, at least. ]

Fortunately, I stocked up on various teas at our last stop, so we have decent approximations rather than the... er... efforts that come out of the machine.

Yeah... that stuff is a bit... off. [For the lack of a better description.

Keith followed Maglor into the kitchen.]

Did you get a lot of different ones?

[ Maglor makes an agreeing face ]

I am glad that they are not letting us starve, but what they serve barely qualifies as food at all!

[ He nods ] Aye - they're not teas I know, so I simply got a wide selection, after discussion and sampling! This one is my favourite.

[ He takes a tin down and shows Keith ]

It's a black tea of some sort. [ If Keith is familiar with teas, it smells like a generic breakfast tea ]

Letting us starve would likely be bad for ratings.

[Keith sounded slightly bitter as he said it, but yeah...

He leaned in to sniff when Maglor offered the tin for that purpose. Okay. It smelled familiar, at least. Keith wasn't a tea expert by any means, but it smelled like tea, so he'd take it.]

That works.

omg

I am a bad mun

LOL of course not... this is hilarious :D

XD well then... /continues being terrible

XD

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