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multiversallogs2012-03-31 08:21 pm
baedalites) wrote in multiversallogs2012-03-31 08:21 pm
Entry tags:
- @ ~ dreamscape,
- alexia swiftdawn,
- ava lockhart,
- charles xavier,
- hellboy,
- irene adler,
- james t. kirk,
- jones,
- nuala ní balor,
- rachel conway,
- steve rogers,
- } alan shore,
- } alter ego,
- } astrid farnsworth,
- } barbara gordon,
- } charity burbage,
- } don draper,
- } hermione granger,
- } mycroft holmes,
- } njoki rainmaker,
- } nuada airgetsléa,
- } philomena flores,
- } rex lewis,
- } sebastian lemat,
- } sherlock holmes,
- } stephanie brown
birds singing in the sycamore tree
As night falls on Baedal, the city is almost quiet. The streets have a few last minute workers returning home, but by now, most citizens have already gone by the temples and picked up their vurt, ready to lay down and dream.
After placing a not-feather in one's mouth, there's a moment where it fizzes against the tongue before sliding coolly down the back of the throat and pulling the user down into sleep. A series of impressions, more sensation than anything concrete, appears before the user and this is how one chooses which Dreamer to enter.
After placing a not-feather in one's mouth, there's a moment where it fizzes against the tongue before sliding coolly down the back of the throat and pulling the user down into sleep. A series of impressions, more sensation than anything concrete, appears before the user and this is how one chooses which Dreamer to enter.
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For this dream, she's dressed in black pants and a black shirt, the noteworthy thing about the outfit being that it seems to be covered in stars - only little while dots of light, rather than the intricate and colourful ones around them, but they still seem to sparkle. Steph is going to be disappointed when she has to go back to the real world and the constraints of reality.
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Astrid's just wearing normal clothes, for her - nothing with velcro, everything loose, no bright colors. She turns to Steph, her smile fading but in a natural way. There doesn't seem to be anything wrong, she just doesn't smile unless she has a reason.
"I haven't met you."
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"I think this dream is my favorite so far, makes me jealous of people who can fly into space." Which is common enough fair in her world, and one day she's going to go home, steal a space suit, and make Kara fly her up into space.
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She pauses.
"I would not like to go into space when I am awake, though. There is not enough room in a space shuttle, and there are many restraints you have to wear, and... I would not enjoy it."
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"That makes sense," accompanied by a crinkle of her nose as she thinks about that, "It'd probably get pretty claustrophobic in a shuttle." Not that... that's what she meant, but she figures Astrid might be from one of worlds-without-weird-things, and decides not to elaborate on flying aliens.