driftfleet | (no subject)

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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[she's glad for that, or else that would complicate this a bit. It urges her forward a step, into his dream proper and not lingering in her neutral space]

Mmhmm. My name is Baku. Dreams are sort of my specialty. [more or less] But I'm here to offer information about the Fleet, if you'd like it.

[ So either this is real, or his dreams are getting considerably more creative.

He doesn't have to think twice about which is likelier. ]

I mean-- all right. [ He's a little uncertain, but it seems like the kind of thing he ought to know. This is just all crazy. ] Will I remember?

You'll remember, yes. [she nods] And after we're done here, you'll go back to dreaming - or wake up, depending on what you'd rather do.

Alright.

[ Weird as hell, but what's the harm? ]

So what do you wanna tell me?

It isn't something to tell - rather, it's a memory I can share with you. If you've met Castiel, it belongs to him -

But it leaves behind an unpleasant feeling - are you all right with that? It's tolerable, but - again, unpleasant.

[ He shakes his head. But that's confusing, he realizes, he just means he doesn't know anyone called Castiel. ]

It's fine. I guess.

[ He can handle unpleasant. ]

[she hums a little and approaches him—

. . .

ah]

Could you lean down a little? You're very tall.

[she says, all of not even 5 feet tall]

[ Obligingly he leans down, the motion feeling a little less awkward than it might in reality. He's not apprehensive, just deeply weirded out by this whole business, which makes him wonder if it's the wrong choice.

But Daryl's a survivor, which means if there's something he ought to know about this place and what it might do to them, he's not going to turn that down. ]

Ah - thank you.

[and she reaches up to touch his forehead—

seeing through Castiel's 'eyes,' looking on as the gods are unable to damage the Marsiva, and when Castiel failed to find a way past the glass, through the seams of the ship, some force beyond the small cracks and crevices pushing him back. Warding, perhaps.

He has no body. Everything feels distant and cold, but even through it there's a heavy stone of dread sinking down deep, deep as if he still has a physical body to react. It lingers like a disease, like the smell of rotting blood.

He comes across a window and beyond it, a creature. It oozes, slaps against the walls, flows like a river of nothingness, of Empty except for the occasional shimmer of oil slick over its surface. It feels...dangerous.

—when it's finished, Baku steps back and drops her hand. It's always hard to judge how someone will react when seeing this, though the range she's experienced all make sense, given . . . y'know]

[ Well, it's-- disorienting. That's the first, strongest reaction. Space travel is bad enough in the ships; experiencing this through someone else's eyes-- or-- he tries not to think too hard on the details, or anything.

He just listens, and when it's over, he feels-- not sick? That's not the right word, not quite.

It takes him a long moment to catch up after. ]

The fuck was that?

They don't know. [she wishes she had an answer, or even a point of reference, but - she's never seen anything like it] But it's important enough that Castiel felt sharing this over the network wasn't safe.

'Cause someone's listening.

[ The Atroma, whoever the hell they are, or whoever watches this show. ]

He planning to do somethin' about it?

Yes. The augment can be troublesome.

[an understatement]

I believe he wants to try again. Or attempt to find another way. He's very determined.

[ Quietly, he considers that, then nods. There's not much he could do to help probably, but he will if he can.

Which he figures is obvious, so he doesn't say it. ]

If he does make any progress, I can update you? Though it'll likely be in person, because I can't do this part on my own.

Yeah, good. [ He nods, then glances up at the strange surroundings, long gone but uncomfortably familiar. ]

Awake's better.

[ She's lucky, he figures. Could've been much worse dreams that she walked into. ]

Okay, I'll do that.

[a pause, and then:]

May I ask your name and what ship you're on? I apologize for not doing a proper introduction before, but given - well, this, it didn't seem appropriate.

[ Fortunately, lack of social niceties doesn't remotely offend him. ]

Daryl. On the Tourist.

[she nods and offers a faint smile]

I'm Baku, the Caprine's captain. I'll do a proper introduction in person one day.

Would you like me to leave you to the rest of your dream, now?

[ He nods, though really, he's pretty sure he's not going to stay asleep for long. ]

Guess so.

[ It's... a bit awkward, having a conversation in a place isn't real. How do you get out of here? He doesn't really understand how they got in, even. ]

All right.

[with a nod, she turns to head back to the door she first entered through, pausing in the doorway to address Daryl one more time] Your dream will resume once I leave, though if you want - you'll have the option to either let it keep going, or wake up once I'm gone. Just in case.

See you in the waking world.

[and with that, she steps through completely, the door shutting and disappearing behind her]