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

[bythewaves]

I don't think it will - it seems to only do that to my kinsfolk! But I'll watch it, while you rest.

[ Maglor shrugs at him wryly ]

It seems the least I can do!

[tempredmental]

Good to know. This is the first time it's come after me, so maybe I'll be lucky.

[His pessimistic nature said otherwise, but he didn't seem to have much of a say in the matter if the stupid thing decided to do its thing. He finished the tea, then.]

Thanks. I appreciate it.

[He stood up, but then something came to him.]

Have you had any, you know... weird dreams lately? Or visions?

[bythewaves]

I hope so!

[ Maglor shakes his head ]

No - but my branch of the family was never gifted in that regard. If Finrod was still here, perhaps... have you?

[tempredmental]

Me?

[Keith looked a little startled at first, almost like he was afraid to admit it.]

Oh, uh... well...

[Come on, Keith. It wasn't weird here. It was okay.]

Yeah. I have.

[bythewaves]

A bad one, if your face is any indication.

[ Maglor murmurs sympathetically ]

Is it something you have known before?

[tempredmental]

Having dreams? No. Well, not like that. Usually, my dreams are pretty benign, and certainly don't feel like crazy premonitions of doom, death, and destruction.

[bythewaves]

Odd... normally such gifts are... well. Artanis is probably a poor example, I suppose, but she was having such dreams from very young. Something from our hosts here, you think?

[tempredmental]

I've heard that theory... that they came to us through the augments.

[bythewaves]

That would make a terrible sort of sense, considering how much else they probably put in our minds already.

[tempredmental]

Mm... [Disturbing thought. He frowned a bit and then moved towards the door.]

Thanks for the tea... and the talk.

[bythewaves]

Go and rest, Keith. And help yourself to the tea, any time you like!

[tempredmental]

[He nodded, and with that, headed out.]