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[angelofthevored]

Who: Baku (dreamvour) & Castiel (angelofthevored) , and all of the Fleet
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Within dreams
When: Over the span of the next two weeks



[If your character dreams, they may be visited by either Baku or Castiel within the next two weeks. They'd appear suddenly in their dream or, if no dream is available, they might pull up a neutral space for your character to ease into before talking to them.

They're not here to intrude; just to ask permission. Permission to share a memory. If your character has defenses against spiritual/psychic intrusion, they'll take that as a no and leave unless they're responded to.

If you would like your character to just experience the memory (from Castiel's perspective) without threading out the interaction, please feel free to have them acquire this knowledge. If you would like to thread with either Baku or Castiel, please indicate in the subject line if you have a preference.


NEUTRAL SPACES: White Room | Fishing Dock | Bamboo Forest


NOTE: If your character accepts the memory, they will have lingering feelings of dread, much like what people experience upon death revival/tampering with the augment.]

Comments

whoever you guys like

[watermarks]

[ Katara's asleep on the planet because she prefers having an atmosphere to being surrounded by space. She's dreaming, but it's more of a compilation of memories than anything that makes sense.

She's running, and there's the sense that it is both away from things chasing her and toward something - someone she is desperate to get to. The surface is unearthly, the colors are washed out in shades of gray. It looks like a moon... but there is also a full moon in the sky, ominously close and shaded red. There is the sound of combat all around as she runs through narrow streets. ]

[dreamvour]

[it isn't instant, because they aren't here to start anyone into waking up before they can offer Castiel's memory. The streets Katara's running through slowly begin to change, the buildings melting away and the street turning to dirt until Katara finds herself in the bamboo forest instead.

Baku is stood at the opposite end, arms crossed as she waits for the girl to notice the dream has changed, ever patient. When she finally does, Baku inclines her head and offers what she hopes is a friendly smile]

I'm sorry if we're interrupting, but I have some information to share with you, if that's all right?

EITHER OR

[hollystrike]

[Sure, you can come visit Katie in her dreams, but they're sort of warded. In a haphazard kind of way.

...and by that I mean there is a doorway, with the sort of overgrown slouchy, unhygienic under-a-bridge troll-type figure lurking in it with a Heavy Metal tshirt on, scratching his ass. He's playing bouncer for... whatever's going on behind him. There's lights. And catchy dance music.]

What.

[dreamvour]

[if any of this seems weird or strange to Baku, she certainly doesn't let on. She just tilts her head, eyebrow arched at the sounds and lights coming from behind the door]

I'm here to speak to Katie. Is she available?

[so polite]

ALSO EITHER OR

[mikangirl]

[This is a ship on the ocean, under a brilliant blue sky. There's precious little wind, so why the ocean here is so dark and ominous and smashing higher and higher against the sides of the ship is anyone's guess. Part of the rail crumbles under its onslaught, and there's signs of damage and tattered sails and the main mast is making an awful yawning sound like it's considering coming on down to smash across the ship.

Nami alternates between trying to make headway and trying to stop her ship from falling apart, and it's a fight she's losing on both sides. She knows already how this is going to end, especially given she can already see the water beginning to rise behind her, so really, any interruption at this point would be a godsend.]

GUESS WHAT

[angelofthevored]

[A rope snaps from the sails and whips toward Nami, but when it seems like it's about to strike her suddenly Castiel is there, holding it down wrapped around his arm, glancing about the ship with his brow furrowed before turning to Nami.]

...hello.

I'm happy with either as well!

[goldenglasses]

[It may actually feel like a neutral space at first. A wide meadow filled with lush green grass and wildflowers in bloom everywhere. Vash sits in the middle of the grass humming to himself as he looks up at a darkening sky.] Huh, looks like rain. [He grins excitedly.] Great! [The rain clouds open up as donuts of different shapes and flavors start to rain down from the sky.

Excitedly Vash stands and snatches a couple as they fall. Shoving them into his mouth with pure joy.] Mmmmhmmmm!

[Best dream ever?

It's totally the best dream ever.]

[angelofthevored]

[Every party needs a pooper that's why Cas is here to CRASH

Sup. Suddenly standing behind you, because he's not considerate like Baku.] Ah...you seem happy. [That's unfortunate]

Either! (if newbies are okay?) His soul is somewhat tainted by evil if that's an issue

[fightorflug]

[The good Doctor made a point not to sleep as frequently as possible, but after such a caffeine-induced, anxiety-filled week, Flug had to crash into slumber eventually. Emphasis on the crashing.

The wreckage of a plane is perfectly visible some feet off in the distance, flames flickering merrily with no sign of dying and every detail lovingly rendered to the point that should one stare long enough, the blue-print for the very aircraft will overlay the imagery, neatly labeling every piece. Apart from that, Flug stands at a work table in a sterile white lab, not unlike the neutral room already.

His mind is unfocused. The device he is working on keeps changing every time he sets it down and rather than being surrounded by equipment, his tools only appear the moment he reaches for them and vanish the next. Flug pauses suddenly, the creases in his bag shifting to imply a frown. Setting the device down, he peers around in the distance; surroundings blurring as his brain struggles to compensate for what he cannot fathom.]

“..Boss?”

[He is far from lucid, but when you're around otherworldly influences as often as Flug, even your subconscious learns to roll with it.]

Newbies are ok!

[angelofthevored]

[No offense but like...it's a little gross in here.

Not that Cas is any better what with his bouts of arrogance and megalomania, mind you, but like the sadism? Bad aftertaste.

Still, he didn't come here to judge (though that's like the first thing he did after entering Flug's mind but whatever, whatever. He clears his throat from behind Flug to get his attention.] No. Just me.

Whichever is great with me!

[worn_wings]

[ Before the world ended, Daryl wasn't a vivid dreamer. Not particularly, or at least, not that he can recall. When the fever spread and the dead rose and the cities burned, there wasn't much space for nightmares beside the horrors of the waking world. When he slept it was always in brief snatches of time between taking watch or hunting, scavenging, surviving. Never enough, and he was too weary to dream, or at least to remember.

Here, though he wakes at nothing half a dozen times a night, there's less to keep his body from calling in the years of sleep debt. His dreams are still nothing of consequence, usually-- more nightmare than not but most of the memories barely faze him, only the most recent ones.

Tonight it's nothing so dramatic. He's aimlessly wandering through a labyrinth of hallways, vaguely claustrophobic and quiet-- sometimes they look faintly like the ships of the Fleet; sometimes it's a grimy, neglected concrete prison; now, sterile but deserted rooms open up into a wide chamber, all the computer screens dark and indistinct, though the room is lit faintly by an eerie blue glow.

Daryl drifts aimlessly at the margins of the room, only vaguely becoming half-aware that something unusual is going on... ]

[dreamvour]

[the only thing to really announce her presence in this dream is the computer screens flickering, briefly lighting up with static and quick flashes of a creature before going dark again. There's a door where there wasn't, creaking open and shining light into the chamber, drowning out the eerie blue glow for bright, afternoon sunlight.

A small, Japanese girl peeks her head in through the door, glancing around before she spots Daryl, and as she steps through properly the screens flicker again before they show her forest, a "door" set in the center looking into the room they're in right now]

Ah - excuse me for interrupting. Would like to take a break from your wandering? I need to speak with you.

Cool with anyone!

[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka's dream involves the South Pole- or rather, the sea water around it. Sokka is in a canoe, paddling his way through the water. The water is calm, everywhere is calm- this is a calm place. The land looks a little LESS calm, but he keeps away from there. He stays to the water. He knows the water, it's safe.

He stills in his paddling, as he starts to realise he's not alone. His brow furrows, head whipping around. How can anyone even get OUT here?]

...Katara? [Hesitantly: ] Dad?

[angelofthevored]

I am not your father, [Cas informs Sokka from atop an ice floe floating around behind him, hands in his pockets and looking as unthreatening as possible.]

Either or both!

[passingthrough]

[Kitty is walking.

Well, she's sleeping, but for the purposes of this dream, she's walking.

Always walking even as the scenery around her may shift. It starts as a beautiful day in a park. There's some inference of city all around, but nothing is really in focus except what she is looking at directly—the path ahead of her. Everything begins lush and vibrant. There are flowers and fluffy clouds and then everything starts to dim. She keeps walking as if not noticing how it all changes to ash and rubble around her. It's the remains of a battlefield, deeply scared by the powerful people who waged the war. There are still waning embers burning themselves out providing the only color to the landscape now.

And still she walks, intent on getting to the next thing, whatever the next thing may be.]

[angelofthevored]

[Castiel falls into pace beside her, glancing around at the wreckage. Hm. Unpleasant.

He returns his attention to her.] Kitty.

either !

[shroudedsecrets]

[ Under normal circumstances, Haggar wouldn't allow herself to sleep deeply when she was used to needing so little; it was much different here, with the Fleets' circumstances being what they were with augments that didn't care much for what she would do ordinarily.

... Still, she's not so deeply immersed in her dreaming to not notice the presense of someone trespassing while she's in this state. It's an unusual sensation for her, and while the room that suddenly forms at the sensation of the intrusion is a clearly neutral space meant to keep prying eyes away, it is heavily tinted purple with trails of shimmering golden sparkles floating in the air.

She's not visible at first, though she's... observing. From somewhere. ]

... What purpose brings you here?

[ Her tone is even, as much as she is wary. Poking about in other people's heads, certainly that was what she did. Having someone do it to her was... something else. ]

[dreamvour]

[Baku shows herself as soon as Haggar asks, glancing up and around the neutral space with a faint, amused expression. Her own space is similar to this, but without the golden sparkles. It's familiar in an odd way, but - she isn't hear to compliment]

We meet again. [she offers instead, and while she's in her human form, the voice is familiar] I've come to offer you some information, if you'd like it. Regarding the Marsiva.

Baku because they talked about it, but Cas is welcome

[apurrstate]

[It's nothing concrete at first, just a darkness that seems to seep into skin with a cold sense of dread. He wanders through it, lost and unable to find any pinpoint of light through it. As he walks, the air in the darkness seems to grow thicker and more wet, like it was being replaced with sludge or tar.

Then there's a <a=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=erdd1a20lwm>roar. It sends miner's picks through his skull and twists and in the agony, something that almost sounds like words can be heard. But the harder he tries to concentrate on those words, the worse the pain-and then the roar stops. All at once, the darkness parts, it's oppressive weight falling away to reveal a set of sharp teeth only a few feet from his face. Black blood drips from the dragon's jaw and hot breath that smells of rot and death rushes into his face.

There's terror running through him, as much terror as he feels an awed respect at the might of the ancient creature before him and, despite it all, he reaches out, involuntarily taking a step forward as he reaches to touch the black and poisoned blood dripping from the dragon's chin. He's going to drink it. He hates it, feels disgust, but he knows he's going to do it even as the first bit of the Tainted blood touches his fingertips.]

hello hello~

[dreamvour]

[the unfortunate side effect of walking through a dream to spread information is that she can't eat it; seeing Anders' in person like this, and not through one of the screens in her realm sours her mood, because she wants to immediately destroy it. But not tonight, otherwise this whole effort would have been pointless.

The blood in Anders' fingertips suddenly fizzles out of existence, and it's as if the entire dream is paused. Baku steps in from the darkness and gives the dragon a dirty look before she address Anders, looking up at him]

I'm sorry I can't eat this dream tonight. [is her offered greeting, arms crossing] Hello again.

Either or both! | Fishing Dock

[hollowvictor]

[Whatever he'd been dreaming of before melts away as dreams so often do, twisting itself into the image of a fishing dock over looking the largest body of water Bucky's ever known. He's sitting at the end of it, on the left hand corner. His back rests against the beam sticking up from the bottom of the platform and one leg hangs over the edge while the other remains bent, his arms resting in his lap.

It's quiet, serene and he's certainly more at peace now than he's been in quite a while.

Perfect for dream-hopping.]

[angelofthevored]

[For the smallest, sharpest of moments Cas hesitates at where the fishing dock meets the shore. The build and the hair are similar, just from behind really, and though Cas knows immediately that it isn't, well-

For a second he sees Dean.

And then he pushes past it, walking past the dock over to the stranger on the end, opting to stand instead of sit beside him. If it were Dean, he'd probably sit. It's definitely a better idea to stand. Probably.]

...hello.

Cas, definitely, but both are welcome

[searingedgelord]

[Even daemons need to sleep sometimes and while Velvet is powerful she doesn't have much psychic defense.

Visitors will be met with stark white surroundings. Ominous and foreboding. Soon they'll hear what sounds like someone eating. Hungrily and desperately. Then they'll see her. Velvet, her claw out, covered in blood and a dead child next to her as she continues to eat. When she sees what she's done she freaks out, cowering away and apologizing.

That's when a tall man appears. Elegantly dressed and calm--too calm--telling her it's all right. If she's hungry it's reasonable to eat her brother. He encourages her to continue, which causes her to scream.

(it's basically the dream seen here: 1:42-2:24)

Welcome to the mind of a daemon. This is why she doesn't sleep much.]

[angelofthevored]

[Cas hasn't ever dreamwalked in on a demon but this definitely resembles the usual hell-fare he's seen before, even after all of Crowley's remodeling. The man telling her that it's reasonable, logical for her to eat her own brother when she's so clearly distraught rankles at him however; reminds him too much of the cruelty of Heaven, or maybe it sounds too much like something he might've said once.

Whatever the reason, there's a flash of silver as he throws his angel blade right through the man. It doesn't do much; just dissipates the image like smoke as his sword clatters somewhere else to vanish later, but at least he's gone. Dickhead, as Dean would call him.

He turns his attention instead to the demon, still huddled in on herself.] He's gone. [Though the half-mangled body of her brother is still there. Cas can't do anything about that.]

come at meeeeeeee (IM LATE IM SORRY) | Fishing Dock... sort of

[tsunergy]

[He's at the tail end of a dream when his consciousness is found, and is thus pulled into a neutral space that suits him- the dock, the gentle lapping of water on wood creating a calming environment as a cool and inviting breeze blows in the air. It's clean and quiet, natural, aside from the obvious human touch of the dock itself. Just the sort of place one might find a water spirit such as him.

Whoever breaches his mind will find the fishing dock empty, however, not a soul in sight. There's something under the dark depths of the water that sort of feels like him, waiting to be coaxed out.]

IT'S ME, YA BOY

[angelofthevored]

[...what? This is definitely one of his own cultivated spaces, but there's nobody here. If an ordinary mortal had unconsciously chosen this place, they would be some where.

Castiel walks to the end of the dock curiously, peering into the water; there's something there, is the mortal swimming? But he doesn't see anything. Perhaps some kind of merfolk? ...did he hop into the wrong dream...] Come out, please. I mean you no harm.

Either one is fine!

[canofmanji]

[Manji sits quietly on the deck of a run down looking shack that he calls home. The sun is bright and warm as the tools his needs to sharpen his swords are set up between his legs. Just off in the distance two women who look remarkably alike sit together on a picnic blanket. One with short hair and the other a bit younger with long hair tied in braided pig tails. The older one waves a hand and calls out for him to join them.]

I will, Machi! [He calls back.] Just once I've finished this! [He knocks a bit of ash out of the pipe he's smoking before going back to work.] Now, where'd I put it? [Every time he picks up the next item he needs to sharpen his blade it seems to vanish right out of his hand. Not that this seems to bother him at all. He just goes back to searching for it in that dream like logic that says items are suppose to just randomly vanish like that.] Where did I put it?

[dreamvour]

[oh, a samurai? Or a warrior of some kind. She's intrigued, it's been a while since that period in her world.

Baku picks up an item the next time Manji reaches for one, holding it out to him with a curious look] Here you go. You should be careful not to misplace them.

[hello it's a tiny Japanese girl]

whomever loses the coin toss

[axi]

[Kaname's human, she dreams. She may even be having one right now. However, due to the same anomaly that allows allows her to dispel the Var and resist it herself, her dream remains off limits. In what might be a compromise of sorts, she's on a dock, similar to the fishing dock, but one much closer to her home on Ragna.

Being conscious of a new mental state is new to her, but she doesn't panic, for whatever reason. So she stands and looks around, not moving around too much out of caution.]

Hello?

IS ME

[angelofthevored]

[It's...peculiar. Mortals don't usually make their own neutral spaces, but she could be a witch of some sort. Or a half-mortal, like Katie.

Castiel doesn't bother hiding himself, appearing at the end of the dock during one of her turns away from it, hands in the pockets of his coat.] You don't need to be afraid.

either or both, I am good with whatevs!

[tempredmental]

[Keith's dreams were somewhat guarded due to his tendency to hate sharing too much about himself at times and something else that was hard to put a finger on, but there was an outer edge that would be easily reached, much like in calibrations. It was something of a neutral space... a vast high desert with scrub brush and hills in the distance. Close by was a run down looking shack with a red speeder craft parked outside. The shack had a porch with a single rocking chair.

Keith could be found inside.]

yo its that guy who hung up on you

[angelofthevored]

[Okay so, definitely not even hesitating to march right inside the shack. WHERE ARE YOU, MORTAL.]

either or! please let me know if this needs changed.

[poisontippedcure]

[Even though Rose agreed to let Baku eat her nightmares, she's still the owner of her more pleasant dreams. They've become more common recently, and tonight is no exception.]

[In her dream, Rose is relaxing by the beach. It's dusk, and as the sun sets over the horizon, festival music echoes in the background.]

[dreamvour]

[it's always nice to step into a pleasant dream; she may not enjoy eating them, but they're enjoyable to watch, and while she feels as though she's intruding, she hopes this ia dream Rose can return to after they're finished.

And with it being pleasant - her neutral space isn't necessary. She walks across the sound, making sure her steps are audible as she approaches, and sits down next to Rose as if she belongs there herself]

Hello again.