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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.]

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[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.]

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

[Oh... what the quiznak... It wasn't like it was a big shack. Keith was sitting on the wornout looking couch in front of a coffee table that was more like a large wooden board on top of some cinder blocks than anything else, and gave Cas an annoyed look.

He was really getting tired of weird meaningful dreams in this place.]

What? Did you make it to the ship or did it shoot you first?

[Yes... he was being snarky. If Cas cared to look around, he'd spot the board with all the weird things pinned on it across from the couch, which was under the shack's one main window.]

I made it to the ship. No one was shot. [So there. Excuse him while he takes a minute to closely examine every single thing in your little squat shack]

Well, that's good at least.

[Since it wasn't calibrations, nothing in the room would trigger crazy memories or visions, but a lot of things around the room were reflections of Keith's life so far. Growing up without his mom, losing his dad, meeting Shiro, the Garrison, Voltron, the Blade of Marmora, Drift Fleet. The pin board was a lot of pictures and notes and things put together much like a detective's crime board (or a conspiracy board). There were images of old cave drawings that showed what looked like a giant robot lion, pictures of Keith and Shiro in Garrison uniforms (Shiro without his scar and white hair, too), then the whole Voltron team in their armor with a woman that had white hair, tan skin and pointed ears, and an older man with ginger hair and a mustache. There was a shelf with electronics... scanners, radios... and on the table in front of Keith were his large dagger and a couple of small action figures that looked like robots. One was a colorful looking humanoid robot with wings and lion heads for hands and feet (Voltron), and the other two were a red lion robot and a larger black lion robot... which looked like they could be the torso and right arm of the human robot.

The window behind the couch that Keith was sitting on was covered with a single white sheet that was nailed up to the wall above instead of using actual curtains. The window was open, allowing the rare desert breeze to blow in once in a while. It shifted the curtain showing a rather desolate looking piece of property outside.

Keith was also in his clothes from home, not the ones he usually wore around the Fleet, since his arrival had been in his Paladin armor.]

Did you find anything good?

[You got a lotta toys buddy]

Yes. [Finally returns his attention to Keith instead of poking around his house.] That's why I came; to share the memory of what I saw with you.

[Three action figures is a lot?]

Oh. Through a dream.

[He'd been through that before. There was a general sense of 'uh-oh' in the moment as Keith was reminded of the premonitions a while back before the meteor struck that planet.]

Alright. How's that work, then?

I...give you the memory. [Uncertain] And then you have it.

What... like a book or something?

[Keith was confused. Sorry, Cas.]

I'll pass the memory over into your mind. Why would I give you a book in a dream?

Because... a dream is in the mind? And I thought maybe there was some symbolism or-... you know what? Nevermind.

[Keith shook his head.]

Let me see it.

[As you wish dude, time's a-wastin.

Castiel reaches forward to briefly tap Keith's forehead, and then he's

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.

Castiel removes his hand.]

[Keith pulled back at first, not really used to being touched a lot by relative strangers, but he went still after a moment once the vision starts. He hands clenched, his eyes shut tightly, and his brow furrowed as he tried to focus on the sight, but the feelings around what he was seeing were pretty intense.

And then it was over...]

You actually saw something... but... was that Atroma?

I don't know. [There, memory shared. Castiel withdraws back into himself, hands into his coat pockets, showing not even a speck of interest in the surroundings of Keith's cabin anymore.] Whatever it is, I suspect it's both part of the Marsiva itself and...these. [Reaches back to touch his own augment, just for a moment.]

[Keith automatically made the same motion to touch his own augment, but nodded.]

It could be. Some of the strange messages we've been getting from things recently make me wonder if the Marsiva is one of these living ship things that the Fleet came across once before. But, I'm not sure if it's ... trapped? I don't know. And somehow related to the singing planets?

It's in the lecture hall on the Iskaulit.

Written records? [They must be. Castiel nods.] I'll go find them when I finish delivering the memory. Thank you.

Yeah, sure. Look for a loose panel in the back. There's a bunch of stuff stashed in there.

[Keith glanced at the board again for a second, and then nodded.]

Thanks for sharing what you saw.

[He might regret that later, though, when the effects of seeing it kick in.]

[No 'you're welcome' or anything like that; and when Keith turns back around, he's alone again in his dreams.]

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