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TDM #7 - April Showers (and Other Weather Conditions)
April Showers (and Other Weather Conditions)
New Arrivals
You wake from what should have been a normal night of sleep bolting upright from what is very clearly the bed you went to sleep in that night, but in a strange place. A tower, high in the air, with huge open windows that clouds could lazily float through. Before you is a massive oaken double door, emblazoned with a carving of an eye, and a note on black lies atop your bedsheets. The note instructs you to go through the door and come to a place called the Torn Oak for more answers, and is signed by someone called "the Outsider." You climb out of bed, pull on the door handle, and step out into an ethereal, mysterious, ever-shifting world of dreams.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Welcome to the Dreamscape. A beautiful, endless dream where you and a bunch of other unique and interesting minds from across the multiverse have been gathered to connect, commiserate, and make the impossible... possible! There are many fantastical locales to explore and even more to come, and you are given your very own Nimbus Cloud to serve as your home. This puffy pink cloud will host a pocket dimension just for you where the only limit to what you can create is your own imagination. Missing personal items or locations from the waking world? No problem--- the only thing you have to do in order to earn feathers, the local currency, is make meaningful connections with others. In fact, making these meaningful connections seems to be the only task assigned to you by your mysterious host, the Outsider.
In order to make your way in this weird and whimsical world, you'll need to form lasting bonds with your fellow dreamers, learn more about the Outsider and their intentions, and stay on your toes. There is something very strange happening here, and despite their jolly demeanor, they are clearly struggling to maintain control of their own domain--- something that could land all of you in danger.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Welcome to the Dreamscape. A beautiful, endless dream where you and a bunch of other unique and interesting minds from across the multiverse have been gathered to connect, commiserate, and make the impossible... possible! There are many fantastical locales to explore and even more to come, and you are given your very own Nimbus Cloud to serve as your home. This puffy pink cloud will host a pocket dimension just for you where the only limit to what you can create is your own imagination. Missing personal items or locations from the waking world? No problem--- the only thing you have to do in order to earn feathers, the local currency, is make meaningful connections with others. In fact, making these meaningful connections seems to be the only task assigned to you by your mysterious host, the Outsider.
In order to make your way in this weird and whimsical world, you'll need to form lasting bonds with your fellow dreamers, learn more about the Outsider and their intentions, and stay on your toes. There is something very strange happening here, and despite their jolly demeanor, they are clearly struggling to maintain control of their own domain--- something that could land all of you in danger.
DATE
4/5/2023
THEME
Weather-themed music and springtime!
QUICK NAV
Constellations
When you join the Dreamscape, you will receive a magical Constellation pendant, allowing you to connect to the DreamNet! The star-shaped pendant, which varies depending on your personal style, lights up and projects a hologram screen that will allow you to send messages, videos, and voice calls. A handy way to stay connected with fellow dreamers on the go that is intuitive enough for anyone to understand, whether you come from a world where email has been invented or not!
Mr. Blue Sky
{Electric Light Orchestra} ♫♪♩♬
Do you have a television in your Nimbus Cloud? Or perhaps you just have the screen of light that can be displayed from your Constellation charm. Whatever the case may be, it flicks on, and the Outsider is in a suit. No, not their usual ornate body suit, but a poorly-tailored black and white business suit, completed with a cloud-print tie. They are standing in front of a map of the Dreamscape, holding a pointing stick. They look ridiculous, even a bit disheveled. As they begin to speak, both their tone and their smile appear to be more forced than usual.
“Good afternoon, Dreamscape residents! It’s spring time here, which means we are officially clear of snowstorm territory and on to warm breezes, lovely flowers, and fresh leaves on all the trees. And of course it wouldn’t be spring without a little unpredictable weather!”
Cloud formations ranging from green to yellow to red began forming on their map, moving slowly across it from left to right.
“As you can see, we have some rather unique weather conditions rolling in! They’ll be rotating through all the locations in the Dreamscape, and changing every few hours, so I recommend that all of you stay up to date. I’ve provided resources on your Constellations and on any electronic devices in the Dreamscape to help you get the latest information on what weather will be impacting you, and what impact it will have on your location! Good luck out there, and whatever the weather, it’s better together!”
The Outsider’s rather cheesy presentation of the newest Dreamscape event, while amusing, seems out of character with their normally heartfelt or enthusiastic monologues. But before you have time to really dwell on that, the sky above you begins to shift and change. The spring time weather conditions are quickly arriving, affecting every location in the Dreamscape, and each type of weather has a magical effect of some kind that is influenced by the location itself and the people in it. You can choose whether to look up these effects and stay prepared or fly blind and hope for the best, but these weather conditions will be affecting every location except inside Nimbus Clouds!
Here Comes the Sun
{The Beatles} ♫♪♩♬
Everyone loves a sunny day, especially during a rainy season like early spring! If you’re in a place with sunshine, you’re in luck.
Clouds part above you, warmth filling the air as the sun’s golden rays envelop you and the landscape around you in a honey glow. As sunlight touches the ground, flowers begin to bloom in droves on any surface it might be reasonable to find them, and fresh green leaves sprout from the branches of every tree present. The sweet scent of nectar and florals fills the air everywhere that this light graces the ground, but the effects are particularly potent in the botanical gardens. The warm and almost heavenly glow from the celestial body above seems to soften the whole world, as if everything is faded slightly like an old photograph.
Breathe in. Take that sweetness into your lungs. Feel the warmth on your skin. You can feel a strange, calm euphoria rise up from your core so strongly that you feel compelled to exhale it out. With the dreamy light of the sun, you are instilled with a nearly overpowering joy. What will you do with this unexpected moment of bliss? Who will you spend it with? Will you reminisce about your favorite times, discover who you are without your burdens, or just allow yourself to float through the merry fields of flowers and forget? And of course, all this begs another important question--- how will you cope when it ends?
Northern Downpour
{Panic! at the Disco} ♫♪♩♬
One of the milder ones on the roster, light rains are the most common weather conditions you will encounter. Ranging from fading drizzles with a bit of sun to gloomy but calm showers, these peaceful storms have a large spread, change intensity often, and last longer than the other weather conditions. Occasionally, these storms can impact a single location for days at a time rather than just a few hours. If waiting out the rain doesn’t suit your schedule, there’s a shop in the Twisted City having a half off sale on umbrellas (making them only one feather, instead of two), but finding the shop is another matter. As with most shops in the Twisted City, it has a habit of disappearing, and reappearing elsewhere… But it’ll turn up eventually. (Probably.)
Whether you’re out in the rain or sheltered inside, the effect of the light rain is the same. As the persistent, musical sound of water droplets striking every surface fills the air and thrums in your ears, you begin to feel profoundly nostalgic, and feelings that you’ve been hiding or ignoring bubble to the surface. While it is up to you if this is enough to compel you to speak on these feelings, you will find that they nag at you, affecting your mood and plaguing your idle thoughts. Perhaps this is the time to have a conversation you’ve been avoiding?
Thunderclouds
{LSD} ♫♪♩♬
Another particularly common weather event that you’ll come across is heavy thunderstorms scattered in amongst the light rain. Much like the former, less intense version, these storms can linger, though not as long, and feature darker skies, heavier showers reaching up to the point of torrential downpours and even flooding, and the distant rumbling of thunder and flashes of lightning. The electricity is usually far enough in the distance that the rain is safe to walk in if you have an umbrella or don’t mind getting wet. Maybe you’re even the sort who likes to play in the rain--- in which case you’re in luck, these puddles are HUGE. However, this is also a great opportunity to huddle up and stay inside where it’s cozy.
Unlike the light rain, however, the heavy thunderstorms don’t influence your emotions. Instead, they are influenced by yours. Those in calm, playful, or romantic moods might see the storms grow a little lighter, the skies a brighter shade of gray, while Dreamers dealing with sadness might find the rain around them to be colder and heavier, or perhaps the clouds above you are darker and crackling with more lightning if you’re angry or scared. If you’re looking to change the vibe, start by changing the mood. Whether the severity of the storm is affected by you or the person next to you, a conversation could be enough to change the weather, and the state of the skies could be an indicator that someone around you could use a friend.
Jump Into the Fog
{The Wombats} ♫♪♩♬
More common at night or early in the morning, there is a slightly rarer chance that you’ll run into a patch of thick fog as you wander the Dreamscape. Dense, soupy, and gray, this fog is so intense it makes it hard to see more than a few feet in front of you, and will chill you down to your bones. Where fog is present, the sounds of the world will be duller, and everything will be eerily still.
This fog is not as innocent as the rain, however, and this is a very severe weather condition. As the cold sets in, sinking through your skin and making you shiver, so does a pervasive sense of anxiety, and a fear of the unknown. Listen closely and you’ll hear strange, unsettling sounds or barely-audible murmurs in the distance. What’s out there? It sounds so close, and yet you can’t see it.
What lurks in the fog is drawn from your own fears, and if you stray too far into the dense clouds, you’ll be met with a source of deep fear or stress from your own mind. Whether that’s monsters, people, places---you’ll find yourself among things that distress you. However, if you find another Dreamer to walk with, you may be able to escape the clutches of the fog. All you have to do is maintain physical contact with your companion. Hold hands, link arms, stand shoulder to shoulder or back to back, whatever works best for you, and as you proceed you’ll find that the fog is confused by the pairing, resulting in a fusion of your fears with those of your companion. Perhaps they conflict with one another, form something altogether new, or even result in something comical. Either way, this will allow you to share your burden with a friend, creating a situation that is easier to handle for both of you. Face your fears together, and the fog will lift, revealing the way forward. Or, if confrontation isn’t in the cards, you can always find somewhere indoors to hunker down and comfort each other until the danger passes instead.
Eye of the Storm
{MARINA} ♫♪♩♬
There is one more weather condition that it’s possible to run into, though this one is far less common and far more severe than any of the others. You almost won’t notice it at first as clouds loom overhead, threatening you with rain but never committing to it, and a brisk breeze blows through. However, the once-gentle gusts will escalate quickly, evolving into high winds with nearly enough force to bowl someone over.
As your hair and clothes whip in the wind, debris from the area begins to swirl around near the ground, and a piece of paper, fluttering in the breeze, flies up and slaps you, sticking to your body with the force of the gales. You peel it away from you and can barely make out the words printed on its surface before the rough winds rip it out of your hands and send it tumbling off into the distance.
Catch me if you can.
The page disappears from view, and there is a moment of complete, terrifying stillness as the tempest gales that seemed fit to carry you off just moments ago just drop off into nothing.
The paper, you realize, is cursed, having chosen you as its target, and from your mind a crisis of some kind is selected from your fears or memories and inflicted upon the surrounding area. This can be a natural disaster, an attacking army or monster, a chaotic mishap, or any other manner of catastrophe big enough to afflict the area you’re in, and it can range from comical to terrifying, all while massive gusts of wind bluster through the area. There are only two ways to end the disastrous effects of the high winds--- either resolve the crisis by overcoming the problem itself, or find that piece of paper and destroy it while the effects of the crisis attempt to keep you away from it, and the winds will persist until one of these things happens. Good luck out there! Maybe if you have an Emergency Wish, that could help you out?
Rain on Me
{Lady Gaga} ♫♪♩♬
As rotating weather effects impact the Dreamscape, this may be a good time to explore previous locations and see how they’ve changed with the weather and seasons. Investigate original locations like the Glass Lake and Twisted City, take the ferry over to Marrow Isle and see how Pumpkin Hollow looks in the spring, or visit your friends’ additions from last month’s wishing contest. Peruse the Locations page if you need ideas on where to go!
With all this rain, we’re sure to see some build-up over the course of this month, which will undoubtedly influence what’s to come, so stay tuned!
Additional Info!
-The Feather Info pages have yet to be updated with this information, but going forward we will be adding a new feather gain category: Shared Joy! You can earn this feather by meaningfully deepening your bond with another person over a shared wonderful moment of bliss. This is a fairly flexible category, but carries some weight. The rule of thumb is that it will count for any joyful interaction that brings characters significantly closer. Cannot be applied retroactively.
- Don't forget that we have a birthday chart for both players and characters!
-Reminder that activity check for March going into April has been waived. Existing players did not need to do AC this past week. Barring incident, it should resume as normal next month.
-NEW PLAYERS! Feel free to request a Discord link!
And last but not least, we have the winners of the wishing contest from last month's members-only event. Votes for first place were given 3 points, second place for 2, and third place for 1, ensuring that each vote was weighted according to priority.
In Third Place was Little Inkopolis & the ColisSeaum. Pearl Houzuki is awarded a free jumbo umbrella big enough for two people to stand under!
In Second Place was Blood Moon Library. Lioriley and Astarion are awarded a pair of stylish raincoats and a two-person umbrella of their own, to share.
In First Place is Rainbow Road. Princess Peach Toadstool and Lucas Kovach are awarded their own bespoke raincoats and colorful umbrellas respectively, as well as a letter informing that they will have the privilege of assisting in the planning of next month's Steamboat Gala. Details on that to be announced at the end of April!
An honorable mention to CB Ranch and Ambrosia Lounge, which tied for fourth place and were not far behind! A huge huge HUGE thank you to everyone who participated in making last month's event fun and filled with player participation!
QUESTIONS/FEEDBACK
Mo'rtajha Tykha || ffxiv OC || OTA
It's the lack of sound that drags Mo'rtajha from the deepest depth of slumber. No quiet rustling of footsteps outside of her tiny room, nor muted conversations out in the hallway. Not even the more distant, but growing, cacophony of the city beyond waking up. She huddles in on herself, still half asleep and convinced this was all part of some dream...
The fog of sleep lifts with a snap the miqo'te woman jolts upright in bed. her long ear pin back atop her head, slitted pale eyes scanning a now barren and oddly fluffy room, her tail flicking with a life of its own at her side. She pulls the covers up to her chin, breath held.
Nothing happens.
Gathering the covers around her like an overly large cloak, temporary armor aside from the very thin night-slip, she slips from the bed. Each step deliberate and light, her foot pops up a few times before settling down, repeated until she makes it to the edge of the fluffy space surrounding her tiny bed. With a deep breath, and clasping a small blue crystal dangling from her neck, Mo'rtajha steps out into the space beyond.
If someone happens to cross paths with a lump of covers with cat ears, she'll call out in a frantic, stammering voice, "P-pray, tell me where I am!?"
˜”*°• Here comes the Sun •°*”˜
Sunlight! Warm and glorious, just as gentle as the evening sun settling over Ala Mihgo after a long, hard day. Mo'rtajha's out exploring this strange new world but these rays of sunshine give her reason to pause, twirling with arms thrown wide in the beginnings of an improvised danced.
The miqo'te is light on her feet and absolutely not ashamed to try and grab a nearby passerby to join her, or put on a show as she revels in the pure joy this weather brings!
˜”*°• Thunderclouds •°*”˜
The skys are a bit dreary on this day of exploration, a distant rumble of thunder in the distance hints at more to come, perhaps. At least that how it works back home, which Mort is quickly finding out the same rules don't always apply here! She huffs, hands planted firmly to hips and tail flicking in agitation.
"I'm lost!" She finally cries out, punctuated by a closer rumble of thunder and the darkening of clouds on the horizon.
"And where are my sisters!?" She continues, complaining to no one in particular while stomping around in a circle. It's a vain attempt to fight off tears that sting her eyes. "And there's no tavern! No...no city! And my room is...is fluffy!"
Her voice breaks on the last word, ridiculous as the complaint is. It's straight to the heart of the sorrow and frustration that envelope her, dousing her surroundings in heavy rain and flashes of lightening. She yelps at the first, loud crack of thunder and if someone happens to be close by she'll try to latch onto them without even asking!
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Arrival
Captain Jack Harkness has woken up in a few strange spots in his day, but this? This is new. He doesn't like new, and he kind of wants to find a way to break it, or break someone else just for fun.
...except he's got Ianto's voice in his head, gently chastising him about procedure, practice, compassion--hell, it's why he's up and about in the first place rather than following the stupid note he got. Investigating, like a good little cop.
He almost wants to kill the cat creature out of frustration...but Ianto would never let him live it down, and Gwen would just give him that Look. Damn it.
Plastering a dazzling smile on his face, Jack stops in front of the blanket-cat with a shrug, sliding his hands into his pockets.
"Your guess is as good as mine, my friend." he replies, cocking his head to one side curiously as he gentles his grin. Voice could be feminine, but also just a kid--and that notion makes the urge to throttle someone fade just enough to lend him some real sincerity.
"Y'know, it's easier to talk to someone when you can see their face, right, sweetheart?"
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arrival;
"Mort?"
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Re: Mo'rtajha Tykha || ffxiv OC || OTA
"meep!" she cries out as the Miqo'te latches on to her, startled. "... Ah... there there?" She gently pats Mort's head. Sasha heeeellp, comforting scared people is more your thing!
Comforting scared kitties is more your thing, though.
Sashaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
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Captain Jack Harkness {Gray Thane} | DOCTOR WHO/TORCHWOOD {Mirrorverse AU}
He's an unassuming figure, dapper and handsome emerging from the Torn Oak after his audience with the Outsider. He might even be familiar to some who have seen another man that shares a few similarities with him: ice blue eyes, great cheekbones, and a vintage aesthetic in his waistcoat with watch chain, shirtsleeves rolled up over lean but powerful forearms.
His demeanor is quiet, seemingly affable--but one look in his eyes shows that this particular man answering to the name of Captain Jack Harkness is anything but friendly...at least, under the right circumstances. There's no warmth in those blue eyes, but there rarely ever is.
And, at the moment, if his host can be believed? He's in a safe place. Here to connect with others.
Jack, however, prefers his own connections. Gwen, quiet and vicious except when she's in his bed. Ianto, all warmth and compassion and reason, drawing him like a moth to a flame even when he's bitching about all the secrets he has to keep from his boyfriend, Rhys. He has Mickey out there in the universe somewhere, sweet as sugar and tough as nails...and he has the Doctor.
The Doctor, who could hold the answer to his...problem.
Those are the only connections he wants, and he's going to get back to them. One way or another.
Here Comes The Sun
For the first time in nearly two hundred years, his name loses its meaning. It returns to the man it belongs to, and to think of it brings with it a sweet ache of longing...but even that's okay.
Crouched atop the waters of the Glass Lake, occasionally poking his hand into the surface to let one of the dazzling rainbow fish mouth at his fingers, bathed in the perfect, joyful serenity of the sun, he is Gray Thane again. Memories long buried of the simpler days of his youth drift easily to the surface, the warmth of the sun reflecting off the lake reminding him of lighthearted afternoons back home, being chased by Dad and Javic, swept off his feet and spun or tackled in a brotherly embrace that turned to long naps in the grass or on the beach safely wrapped in his big brother's arms...
Tipping his face up to the sky, he shuts his eyes, smiles...and exists. Not as the immortal killer Captain Jack Harkness, protecting Wales and Planet Earth with blood and fire, but as Gray Thane of the Boeshane Peninsula.
Just...Gray.
Thunderclouds {{CW: ALLUSIONS TO SUICIDAL IDEATION}}
He is Jack Harkness again, and he wishes he weren't.
Standing in the middle of the Enchanted Forest, a torrential downpour punctuated with flashes of lightning and earth-shaking peals of thunder all but over his head, Jack stands immobile as the world grows as dark as his heart again, as he claws for and fails to find the memories that came so easily to him by the lake. Mom, Dad, Javic...
Jack can't even be sure he's remembering Javic's face the right way anymore. He knows the eyes, he shares them with his brother, but was his hair lighter or darker? How strong was the hand that held his before it slipped away from him? How much taller was Javic than him?
He's soaking wet. He can't feel it. He can't feel much of anything anymore. He wonders if this is what it would feel like to die and stay dead, this numbness...
...no, not numbness. He's not really numb, and as he realizes it a distant crack of wood rings out when a flash of lightning hits a tree branch a few dozen yards behind him, Jack realizes he's just in pain. A pain he knows--so constant, so relentless that the body isn't aware of anything else and it feels normal.
Pain so intense, you forget you can feel it--because you can't feel anything else.
And as another flash of lightning strikes, just a few feet closer, Jack just wants to make the pain stop.
Thunderclouds
He's been carefully not thinking about that, given what he's figured out about these bloody weather patterns. But maybe not careful enough, given the sudden downpour. But he spent enough time in Wales that it doesn't bother him much. Sure it sucks when he's wearing his greatcoat, but he can manage.
But as he keeps walking, grumbling a few choice words under his breath, he sees someone up ahead who looks like they aren't managing so well. With any luck, they're just freaked out by thunderstorms. But even if that is the case…
"Hey there!" he calls over the torrent, picking up the pace heedless of the water filling his boots or the way the edges of his coat start dragging on the ground. "Hey," he softens the edges of his voice a little, even as he keeps the volume up to at least be heard over the chaos of the storm. "Kid, can you hear me?"
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CW: allusions to the first stages of a panic attack
CW: allusions to problem drinking and generally self destructive behaviors
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CW: VERY vague suicidal ideation (comfort w/being dead)
Here Comes The Sun
Just like Stargates are 'impossible'. So she's accepting it, drinking it all in for as long as she can. Unsurprisingly for a place apparently built from pieces of the minds of people from everywhere, it's bizarre and a bit disjointed and so beautiful. All of it. It reminds her why she had wanted to work in aeronautics in any way she could, even if it was just helping make the tech to get other people to the stars. It was enough. It had been enough.
But she's not letting her think about the Destiny and Nick or anything besides enjoying the freedom to explore on her own terms for the first time…well, ever, really.
And maybe she's enjoying it a bit too much, considering that even in a dream it still feels strange to be able to move again and she had still been a clumsy kid in the middle of a growth spurt when the accident happened, so it's not really that surprising that she's so distracted looking at the bizarrely gorgeous trees surrounding the area that she doesn't notice she's stepped onto a surface with far less traction until it's too late and she trips.
She manages to catch herself on her hands to keep from entirely face planting, thankfully, but she still ends up crouched just a foot away from someone--
"Oh, god I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt--I was just caught up in looking at this place, I never thought I'd ever be able to…" she cuts herself off, laughing. "And you would probably really like it if I'd just shut up and found somewhere else to be a total klutz."
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cw: non-graphic talk of serious injury in a car accident
CW: non-graphic mentions of child abuse/torture
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Fog
"Who's thar?"
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Thunderclouds
"Hey," she greets with a gentle attempt at a smile. "My name's Rose Tyler, and--" Oh shit that lightning is just about to hit him!? She tackles Gray to the ground without thinking!
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Rain On Me (Sunshine Edition) - closed to Jack
Avoiding the sun at all costs. What little he can identify as feeling good, feeling something he wants to call happy or joyful, he wants it to be his. He doesn’t want another day like that first one—only one good thing came of it, and he knows he won’t be meeting anyone else like Amanda. He’s sure of it.
So he sticks to the rain. The clouds. He stays inside when he catches a hint of the sun…but nothing good can last forever.
Fortunately, when the sky clears while Gray is out one day, late into his stay, he’s near the Torn Oak and remembers where Javic told him his boyfriend lives. If Javic isn’t there, maybe said boyfriend can help him track him down, because if the sun is going to do this to him again at least he won’t be alone…
Knowing he’ll be hurting later still can’t dispel the good cheer that spreads through him like warm honey as he makes the walk to a nice looking horse ranch over the hill. The sun feels so nice that he’s got his bomber jacket slung over one shoulder and his sleeves rolled up, the first couple buttons of his shirt undone—the picture of carefree contentment as he’s walking up the path to the house.
He’s feeling good, really good—but he can’t stop the nagging little worry in the back of his head until he spots a figure leaning against the porch railing that looks like…
“…Javic!” Gray calls out, waving and jogging the last dozen or so feet to sprint up the porch steps and embrace him in greeting, finally letting the happy serenity of the sun have complete control of him.
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Lucas Kovach || OC || OTA
In the shadow of the Torn Oak large puddles pool. Lucas claims one, his sneakers set at the edge as if to save them from the water. At least that was the intent until the rain kept coming down. Now they're just a drenched as the young man is, who stands barefoot in the middle of the puddle. His jeans rolled up but now heavy with water, thin shirt plastered to his lean frame, normally fluffy hair dangles in wet strings around his face.
He doesn't mind a single bit. In fact, a weirdly nostalgic feeling has Lucas's current thoughts wrapped up around him like a cold blanket. Thoughts of home, thoughts of Max and Rowan, of the future and moving forward towards it instead of waiting for it to simply happen. The longer he stays out here the more intense these thoughts become.
Spinning in a slow circle, Lucas turns just enough to spy someone close by. Offering a wave and a soft smile, he stops mid-turn but remains fixed in the middle of the puddle as the rain plinks down and creates an unending tune. "Pretty cool sounding weather, right?"
.•♫•♬• Jump Into The Fog •♬•♫•.
Future CW warning: cult activity and suicide. These topics could crop up in this thread so if you would prefer a toned down version or entirely censored please reach out by DM to the journal or my discord: daranon #3932
"Shit." Lucas curses under his breath, hugging his arms tight around himself. Not even his hoodie seems to be effective armor against the cold, but more concerning to the Medium is how dense the fog is. Not even his retrocognition can help navigate the thick soupy clouds as they seem to press in close around him.
It's also why Lucas nearly stumbles over a small object. It skitters off to the edge of fog wall where his feet kicked it. A styrofoam cup.
"Shit!" Lucas says, louder this time. Breath catches in his throat as fear grips it tight. Another small shape. And another. And another. More cups dot the shrouded landscape, in whatever direction the Medium turns in. "No. Fuck no, no no no. This can't be happening--!"
In a moment of absolute panic Lucas picks a direction and bolts. Styrofoam crunches under his sneakers but Lucas doesn't dare stop. He won't until someone else calls out for him or he rushes headlong into another Dreamer in his hasty, fear-induced rush to escape.
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Fog {{CW: unreality and allusions to hallucination, non-gory body horror imagery}}
"Breathe. Feel."
The quiet instruction is given by a deep, gravelly voice, and given by a taller man with broad shoulders and bright blue eyes that are darting around, watching everything with the twitchy unrest of someone just as scared, but focusing on nothing--not even on the younger man's face when he finally looks at him.
Ellis Moorhaven can feel the fog crawling inside his bones. Ants and butterflies, little insect legs dancing around inside where his marrow oughta be, and the kid he's trying to calm down?
Well, calm down--not his forte. Still, he looks like shit even for a cadaver. Waxy pallor, blue lips and tongue...no, guy's got eyes. Glowing, wide and white and fucking blinding, so much so he has to wince even in the fog.
Spirit medium, poor bastard.
When he's relatively sure the kid won't bolt, Ellis lets him go and crouches to pick up one of the styrofoam cups rolling around. Holding it by the edge, between thumb and forefinger, he regards it like a particularly interesting insect. Maybe one of the butterflies in his bones...nah, a moth, not as pretty.
"What's this?" He asks the kid, gesturing with the cup. "And can I kill it?"
The monster behind it, the creature that turned it into an object of horror--bad enough to be stuck dreaming so hard it feels like reality, if he can fuck up someone? Least it'll be fun going nuts again...
CW: dead bodies
CW: lewd language, allusions to necrophilia
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Northern Downpour
"Hey man," he said casually. "Yeah! I love rain. It gets my shit all wet if I'm not careful but damn, it's beautiful."
He was also dealing with similar thoughts to Lucas. Since Valentine's day, and their island vacation, Milo had felt closer to Lucas than ever, having revealed some of both his darkest secrets and his deepest feelings in a short time. He had assumed Lucas was off the market, with not one, but two partners, both of which he loved dearly. But the more he thought about it, if Lucas was polyamorous... maybe there was room for one more? But that was dumb, his other partners weren't even here to confirm or deny, Lucas didn't appear to be looking for anything, and asking would just ruin things with his friend. But something about this rain... the desire for closure buzzed around in his skull with each beat of the storm's song.
He'd consider it.
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Fog (CW: allusions to child abuse, PTSD, questioning reality, mild & indirect self harm)
It wasn't cold that day. It was warm, balmy as ever...and that's the only reason he doesn't lose control. Why he can hear those sounds, but know it's not real. The bite of that soft, misty white on bare skin keeps him grounded, which is why he sheds his fleece-lined bomber and rolls his sleeves up, not caring if the chill sinks in. He needs it.
The first distraction that isn't the cold is when his boot kicks a styrofoam cup along the ground. Jack's looking down and about to pick it up when a body nearly collides with his. He barely catches the shoulders of a young blonde man, trying to keep him steady on his feet with a grunt.
"Whoah!--hey hey hey hey, hold up! C'mon, I gotcha, take it easy..."
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CW: graphic descriptions of physical mutilation
cw: graphic depiction of a zombie creature
CW: nonsexual mistreatment of human remains, torture, graphic violence w/zombie creature
CW: ditto all of the above!
CW: death threats / threats of physical violence
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CW: graphic violence, zombie-style graphic violence and gore
John Rambo || FIRST BLOOD/RAMBO Franchise
When John wakes up…he’s back.
A year ago he opened his eyes to find himself in the tiny shack of a Taiwanese family he’d traded with—fix their truck in exchange for food and shelter. From there, haunted by the dream, by the blue eyes and soft smile of the man he’d lost his heart to, John found his way to a Buddhist monastery that let him help out and stay with them.
When the pain of loss and the longing got too bad, he went into Bangkok. The fights paid well, it helped the monks—and the pain in the aftermath kept the memory sharp. Like his broken heart was seeping into muscle and bone, branding Jack’s name on his marrow so he would never forget.
Then he wakes up in his bed. At the ranch, amidst pillows and blankets that still smell like him.
…like Jack.
Just thinking his name hurts, and as John searches the house and emerges outside, barefoot and wearing only jeans, the torrential downpour of steady, icy rain that stings his skin when he walks out into it is a perfect reflection of his agonizing loneliness and fear.
Fear of what he might find…and who he might not, depending on how much time has passed.
Fog
John is walking through the Twisted City, restless and on edge when the fog starts rolling in.
He doesn’t think much of it at first—by now he’s aware of the strange weather rolling through the Dreamscape. He doesn’t like it, doesn’t like what he’s seen so far—doesn’t like things he can’t control.
He likes this even less, as the fog grows thicker and the world narrows to a sheet of white hovering in front of him…
Until he hears distant sounds. Voices, water…the scurry and scratch of tiny rodent feet.
Until he extends a shaking hand, feels the slide of cold, wet stone under his fingers, and knows what the fog is hiding. He can still hear the roar of the cave in, the teeth of the rats digging into his back…he’s so choked by fear and panic he can no longer remember the sweet smell of fresh air when he found his way to freedom.
He has no torch this time, no way out—and no one to turn to as he finds himself trapped in the vapor-drenched corridors of the abandoned Washington mine again.
Fog! Now with stabby stabby FUN
As fog rolls in, encroaching on what had felt like a safe place moments before, pushing inwards to catch at her clothes, her swishing tail. Each wisp turns Mo'rtajha around and around in hopeless circle, lost in a wall of grey accompanied by the chittering of small creatures she can't see. And there's another sound besides, another creature perhaps?
"Ooooh, hells!" Mort mutters the curse under her breath, and rolls her hand out. A small ball of fiery energy begins to form, enough to reveal the stone walls of a cave. Just enough to give her an idea of her surrounds before the flame is snuffed out, unable to be sustained with her focus. She turns towards the other sound, following it along the wall with one hand to it. With her back turn, Mo'rtajha doesn't notice a golden glint of a candle behind her, a dark form starting to take shape.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
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Thunderclouds
It's simultaneously so much more than he'd dared to hope for in decades, and terrifying in ways he can't describe even to himself.
It doesn't surprise him at all that, with his mind so preoccupied, his feet decide all on their own to lead him towards John's ranch house, which is just coming in to sight albeit somewhat obscured by one of those blasted downpours. Which he'd 'slept' in just a night ago, had walked by just before heading into the Forest and running into Gray in the vain hope that….
That he'd see the man just coming into view, standing in that downpour only half dressed. For once, Jack's first thought on seeing a ridiculously hot guy getting drenched isn't how excited he'll be to get him all the way undressed, because with John and with the way this weather has behaving…it could be a sign of some really bad things.
If he believed in any sort of real sentient force, Jack would say the universe must be preparing to pull one hell of a cruel joke on him soon. As it is, he forces down any of his worries about Gray (so much easier to do when he has someone else, right here, to worry about) and picks up his pace, only barely keeping himself from breaking into a full out run and even then it's mostly because of the mess the rain has made of the ground .
"John!" he calls, hoping that, even if John's probably no where near all right, he can hear and see him.
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The Outsider | Thunderclouds [OTA]
The building, located in the Twisted City, was supposedly a cafe based on the sign outside, but the interior was not what one would expect a cafe to look like at all. Windows not visible from the exterior opened up to a broad view of an ocean not accessible from the outside, meaning that this endless expanse was all located within. And yet, in both versions of "outside", both the outside that was out and the outside that was in, it was pouring. Dark, wicked skies overhead clapped with lightning and gloomy clouds cried their eyes out over the night below while the Outsider sat by the fire, quietly sipping tea and telekinetically playing chess with themself. They look as if they are somewhere else.
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For a moment the rain is heavier, but lifts a bit when Lucas notices the Outsider, seated by themselves. Considering them for a long moment, their earlier message about the weather, and how strange things had been for months, he finally settles on taking a seat across from them. The couch makes a squelching noise as he sits.
"Hey, can I join in?" Lucas gestures to the game. He sucks at chess, but it's worth a shot?
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Lance Dulac || OC
Lance was new, but the Dreamscape's nothing new to him--well, not really. He's seen some pretty funky shit learning about lucid dreaming--and visiting the High Courts.
Standing in the sun in the middle of the Twisted City? Definitely feels like the Seelie court...no. No, more like the fields of Avalon. That kind of simple tranquility, the quiet joy of helping with the harvest or tilling for the coming planting season. Except in New York. Maybe.
Walking the streets, grabbing a bite, all in the warmth of that sweet golden sunshine, Lance can almost pretend he's back in Lakeshire about to meet Mum for tea. He's not, and it does make him miss her some, but not in a painful way. It's...really nice.
And if Lance runs into some company in his travels? It's only going to get better.
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Discovering the Enchanted Forest was a godsend--it reminds him a lot of the forests in Lakeshire, where he grew up, and with the passing of the sun and its serenity? He's feeling...itchy. Brothers aren't around to spar with, Gwen and Arthur aren't there to keep him company and stave off some of the melancholy fallout, so...exploring it is.
So, donning a pair of sturdy hiking boots, Lance takes to the forest trails. Given that, with his restless but even mood, the skies are bright gray and the rain drifts between a misting easily mistaken for light fog or steady, but chilly downpour, he doesn't bother with more than a heavy jacket. If he needs cover, he'll find it in the trees or a cave, if he comes across anything like that to take shelter.
He's just there to work off a little excess energy, and regain a little emotional equilibrium.
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[[choose your weather and location! Open permission to godmod Lance into position for that first meeting. :D]]
Thunderclouds
"'Ello!" she waggles her fingers in a wave with a bright cheery smile. "Lovely weather, innit?" Don't mind the London chav accent. "Do you want an umbrella or something?"
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Lucien Clearstone (OC) || OTA
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Panic.
The moment Lucien realized he was no longer in the Archive, the panic set in, blind and frantic. He scrambled out of the bed. It was his bed, how did it get here? Where is here? Why is he here and not at home? How far was he? How long did he have to live?
After a moment of clarity, though, he realized he didn't feel sick or weak. He wasn't dying. For some reason, wherever he was, his curse had no effect here. Perhaps this place warranted another look around, just as soon as Lucien caught his breath.
After composing himself, Lucien read over his letter, and proceeded out the door, though still wary, and stepped out onto the strangely colored grass. Oh. Oh Blessed Light, he was outside.
Internally, he was awestruck and reverent at the sight of the sky, for the first time in so long, but his face displayed it poorly, leaving the elven man looking somewhat uncomfortable or even nauseous, dumbfounded purple eyes gawking shamelessly at his surroundings. It had been a while since he'd spoken to another person.
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Lucien felt an automatic draw to the forest. Maybe it was the cover of the leafy canopy making him feel less exposed than the bare sky, the similarity to the biome around his home, or just pure elven nature, but the Enchanted Woods seemed to call him like a siren song. He was more than happy to disappear into the foliage, content to ignore the drizzling rain above despite its novelty.
However, as he made his way down the path, the clouds that had been looming above the tree tops parted, and glorious sunlight poured down onto the forest, dappling the brush between the leaves. As if by magic, flowers erupted from every surface--- the ground, the tree trunks, the stones, as if Serranai herself had run her painted fingertips across the land in enormous swaths right before Lucien's very eyes. It was breathtaking, and for a moment, the Archivist could do little more than stand and stare in abject awe.
A weight lifted from his shoulders, like a yoke accepted by another. His breath left him again for another moment. His heart lightened, his stomach feeling as if it was floating, and for the first time in thousands and thousands of years, something long-dead in him awakened. Something forgotten, remembered.
He fell to his knees and wept.
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Lucien had gotten the gumption to explore in earnest and was trudging rather miserably through blustering wind down the ugliest stretch of eerily straight black road he'd ever seen, trying in vain to go investigate the enormous snow-filled orb in the distance, when he felt a wet slap on the back of his neck. He let out a yelp of surprise and disgust (not his most glamorous moment) and grabbed at the thing he'd been hit with--- a filthy piece of parchment with some rather ominous text. Fantastic. Even if the wicked winds hadn't tried to snatch the thing out of his hands, he would have dropped it on instinct because it was wet and nasty and unpleasant to the touch, and it quickly flitted off into the distance. Good riddance to you, foul thing.
But then, the wind stopped. Normally you'd hear no complaints from Lucien, as the gales had been beleaguering him on his walk, but it was too abrupt. Something was off.
Over the dunes in the distance, there came a sound so soft he almost didn't recognize it. Then it came again, louder, and Lucien felt his stomach sink as he turned to the horizon from which it came and saw the flash of golden horns, followed by the giant, windswept banners of blue and white and gold emblazoned with the emblem of a dragon.
The Braxtons. Marching on this strange new place just as they had his home, all those ages ago. How they got here, or why, Lucien could not say, but as the memories of that fateful day washed over him, he could think of nothing other than the icy terror running down his spine, freezing as he looked around for any sign of help.
Here comes the sun!
At some point Mort kicks off her shoes, continuing to weave through the roots and underbrush with ease, swept up in the joyous feeling of unbridled freedom. She plucks up her skirt, taking a leap over another root, and---nearly crashes into someone!
"Oh! Oh dear! I'm terrrriblly sorry, ser!" It only takes her a moment to realize the poor man is crying, so she kneels before him, ears pricked up and face full of concern. "Is aught amiss?"
Bronwyn Thysania (they/them) || Original Character
Northern Downpour
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Okay, it was finally time to get out and about.
When Bronwyn had first arrived to the Dreamscape a while ago, they'd initially (embarrassingly) let time get away from them in their own Nimbus Cloud, failing hilariously to make good on the terms under which they were here. Time was frozen in the real world! This was the perfect time to catch up on some well deserved loafing around, manipulating their cloud, catching up on books and cooking and crocheting and naps, gardening and imagining themself a veritable museum of shiny rocks and not having to work. And this had absolutely nothing to do with being nervous to show themself around humans. Or taking advantage of the fact that for once in their life, they didn't have to feel anyone else's emotions, have any visions they didn't want, or hear the chattering of others' minds.
But, eventually, as the Outsider probably anticipated they would, Bronwyn grew bored and lonely, and thus, it was time to venture out.
Of course, no sooner had they left their cloud to snoop around in the Twisted City did clouds of a different color gather overhead.
Being a moth-like creature, their wings are coated in fuzzy scales that are coated in a sort of body oil that repels water, protecting them from damage. However, too much exposure can rinse off that oil, allowing their scales to become wet and sticky and adhere to one another, pulling them off painfully. And so without careful covering, rain is a no-go. Bronwyn has no choice but to duck into the nearest building and hide out.
Perhaps whatever location they land in, they can make a friend? As the light rain begins to take its effect, filling everyone under its curtains of rainfall with wistful nostalgia, the psychic empath will no doubt feel the tug of another dreamer's emotions calling to them.
[ OOC note: Bronwyn is a psychic! The nature of their abilities is described in detail here so you know what to expect and can tag accordingly, and opt in or out of things as desired! Also, you can pick what building they're in (HUE&ME, Blackheart Bar, Blood Moon Library, Ambrosia Lounge, someplace random?) or request a custom starter in my PMs or on Discord @ WeirdAlchemy#9271 ]
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Just like home.
The thought drifts to the forefront of his mind as the rain continues to gently come down outside. It's been nearly three years, time's taken the bitter sting out of homesickness, but the feeling lingers. The little things he misses; his messy apartment, or swinging by Mom's house for piping hot lasagna, even work and his coworkers. it should be nice to go home, just for one day.
The thought remains even as Lucas glances up, hearing the door to the library creak open. It's not a thought he bothers trying to shield either, not expecting anyone to be able to pick up on. Instead he offer a wave to the...moth...person? "Hey there, still coming down in buckets out there huh?"
Tommy "Tombstone" Valdez | OC
what's the best bar in this joint, and who here wants to learn how to play Herman the German?
Northern Downpour {CW: THREADS WILL LIKELY DISCUSS GRIEF, GUN VIOLENCE, & FAMILIAL DEATH}
He should probably be inside, but he's not. Instead, Tombstone is sitting on a curb he found in the Twisted City, outside a...shop...of some kind, he wasn't fucking paying attention--with his jacket off and his face turned up to the steady, soothing rain.
It reminded him of England and Wales. Brazil, too, only cooler as the rain sluiced over his skin. Back then, he could never tell where the rain ended and the sweat began, air so thick he could chew on it...
And everywhere, everywhere, the faint smell of iron clinging to his nostrils, always just there on the very back of his tongue.
Tombstone opens his eyes--then laughs and screws them shut again against the beating rain, unwilling to turn his face away from it.
The iron is a memory, but powerful enough that he can taste it--and it's not as scary as he thought it would be.
Thunderclouds
When Tombstone visits the outlandish Little Inkopolis, he brings the rain with him.
It's heavy, drenching, and relentless, but strangely warm. The clouds are dark as sin, but there's no sign of thunder or lightning. If you're indoors, the heavy downpour provides a pretty damn loud, but soothing rhythm beating on rooftops and windows. If you're outside...you're gonna get soaked to the skin, but at least you won't be cold.
Dark, intense, but soothing and steady--as serene and peaceful as a torrential storm can be.
Yeah...that's Tombstone in a nutshell, and it never wavers as he explores the otherwise colorful and fascinating little corner of the Dreamscape.
Northern Downpour
She takes a step back, watching for a moment as she tries to figure out if he needs to be drawn out of his own memories or left to sit with them. She's still half-caught between this rainy street and Destiny's mess hall herself, and not sure where she wants to linger. And maybe she should be intimidated by this man's appearance, but for some reason she's not. Maybe because her own life has taught her to at least try and not make assumptions based on a person's build and bearing.
"Ah…hi, sorry--are you okay?"
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The Doctor | Doctor Who | OTA
The Doctor is walking around with a big olde grin on his face, given both Rose and Jack are here, it's quite hard for him not to but the sun-shine is definitely adding more shine to his grin. He doesn't want them to end, he wants to believe he can, in fact, stay here, forever with the both of them.
"Maybe thar isn't any point in going back. Maybe I should just stay here. I could do that."
Eye of the Storm
This weather is moodier than the others, and The Doctor is leaning forward to try and keep walking and finding it - just a tad difficult. Okay, extremely difficult because the next gust pushes him backward, either he bumps into someone or tries to grab a hold of something more solid.
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Choose your weather and location :3
Here Comes The Sun
But while he's walking around the Twisted City window shopping and the sun breaks through, he feels even lighter. More than he has in centuries when he's alone. And then he hears a voice that while not as familiar as it had been, once, still makes his heart speed up.
"You really think you'd be happy staying still forever?" he says, tone warm and close to teasing as he picks up his pace so that in just a few moments he's walking right next to The Doctor.
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