Keith (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2017-08-27 10:54 pm
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.>]
=====
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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Really?
[Color him dubious...]
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[Small huff.]
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[That honestly wasn't hard. Keith rarely expected them from Lance at all. It always surprised him when Lance said something complimentary towards him, considering how strongly Lance had carried that rivalry thing.]
Well... thanks...
You know... for coming over.
[Had they hit twenty questions? Keith wasn't sure, and frankly, it didn't really matter. He was starting to feel really sleepy now, and could really use a nap. He just hoped that he had managed to distance himself enough from the dream or vision or whatever that was to not see it again if he dozed off.]
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[To be honest, he's getting sleepy too. It's... What time is it? He has no idea. He'd rushed over to the Huntress so quickly, Lance hadn't bothered to check the time.]
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Yeah. They are.
[He leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes again.]
I have no idea whose turn it is again.
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[His voice is a little sleepy, and he leans against Keith, eyes closed as well.]
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[Keith startled a little as he felt the sudden weight against his shoulder. He blinked and glanced over, hesitated for a second, and then sighed, letting Lance stay there. He closed his eyes again.]
Okay...
What's your favorite thing about space?
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[Feeling trapped... Keith sort of understood that feeling.]
Yeah. I can see that.
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What's your favorite thing about it?
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Kinda the same thing, I guess. There's something about being out here that just makes everything else seem small in comparison. Like... [yawn] ...nothing else matters for a while...
[He leaned against Lance in return now, not even really thinking about the fact that he was doing it.]
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[Keith is warm, and not particularly uncomfortable, even if they're still sitting. It isn't long before Lance's breathing evens out, and he's completely conked out.
He'll deal with a sore back and neck in the morning.]
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