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What dreams may come [Open, bendytimed to before GTFO plot]

In her sealed, silent, sensory-deprived meditation room, Roxie is sleeping. It's a special sleep: for all dreams are connected, she knows, and by spinning her mind out along the web of thought, she might step into others...

[Roxie is dream-hopping, getting a look at the subconsciousnesses of the other people on the ship. So, how it works - if you're interested, go ahead and post with a dream your character is having, and Roxie will slip into it, subtle at first but more obvious as she tries to satisfy her curiosity. Just her being around will make the dreamer more lucid and more likely to remember the whole thing when they wake up.

Also, feel free to ask any OOC questions in a thread here, or poke me on AIM at 'anagramarye'.]

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"IT AIN'T HIS CHOICE!" Lobo screamed, obviously enraged. A mist was welling about on the ground, and a voice seemed to whisper into Roxie's ear.

"You may be better off running... He's not a very nice man..."

"I'm not going to run when I'm in my element," Roxie murmurs, aiming a small, placid smile at Lobo.

Lobo was now bouncing between seething and throwing a tantrum.

"WHY THA HELL CAN'T YOU BASTICHES GET IT?! HE COULDA BEEN THA MAIN MAN, INSTEAD HE WAS ALL AFRAID OF DYIN'! THAT'S WEAKNESS, AND I WON'T STAND IT!" As he ranted, the world flickered slightly. The mist spoke again.

"What's... Oh, neat. What did you do?"

"Actually, I think I'm just being the distraction," Roxie murmurs back, gaze still fixed on Lobo.

As Lobo continued to rant, Slobo turned slowly, as if awakening from a dream within a dream. He looked at Roxie, then at Lobo, then back at Roxie.

"Uh... I've had this dream fer about six years, and yer usually not in it..." As he finished, Lobo turned and started charging him.

"DID I SAY YOU COULD MOVE, PUNK?!" He creamed as he approached Slobo. Slobo cowers. Relish this, because it may be the only time you ever see it.

"He's a punk?" Roxie asks, voice louder, directed right at Lobo. "You look like the punk to me. You can't handle things. I bet you cry yourself to sleep with a teddy bear."

She smirks.

Lobo turned, stopping and looking at Roxie with hate filled eyes. He charges, getting within six feet of her, and then stops suddenly, as his belt is grabbed.

"Yanno, she could take ya easy," Slobo says as he starts swinging Lobo around by his belt. "But she's a friend, and I wouldn't want her ta lower herself fightin' the likes of you." Slobo released and Lobo flew a few hundred feet, landing hard on his back. Slobo then turned.

"Seriously, though, I got NO follow-up planned on that li'l act o' bravado."

"I'm sure we can figure out something," Roxie says with just a hint of a smile.

There's a little silver bell held between her fingers, where it wasn't before.

Lobo got up in short measure, and the world seemed to dissolve around them, enveloped in black. Only Slobo, Roxie, and the odd talking yellow mist remained.

"Oh, I'm gonna make tha two o' ya regret that so bad.." Lobo said as he stalked towards them...

Roxie is tapping lightly on the sides of the bell with her fingers. Oddly, it seems to be vibrating at once much more intensely and much more quietly than it should, though the creeping whine as every sharp flick of a finger makes it intensify is enough to set ones' teeth at edge.

Lobo charges.

"You two are so FRAGGED!!!!!" He screams as an axe appears in one hand and a crowbar in another.

Roxie spins the bell between her fingers, still humming, and it smoothly grows larger. Lobo is just a few feet away, ready to strike, when she grabs it with one hand and smacks the side of the bell with the palm of the other.

It's like a small, well-aimed concussive bomb going off.

Lobo's eyes go wide as he flies backwards, completely uncomprehending of what just happened. As he flies, the yellow mist seems to spring into action, as it reforms into a much larger version of the blonde girl from previous. She seems to be a giant spectre, her body being a portal of some kind.

"What the fraggin' hell is going-?" Lobo yells as he flies into the portal that is the girl. It closes and she miniaturizes to her standard size. Slobo is looking at the two girls, jaw agape, as the blonde girl walks up to Roxie with a smile.

"That should hold him for a little bit." She grinned. "Thanks! He was mean. I didn't like the way he treated 'Bo." Slobo remains silent and awestruck.

"I was wondering when you'd speak up," Roxie says to the blonde girl. "It seemed like all you really needed was that extra push."

The bell, now small again, gets tucked back on its silver chain around her neck.

Her smile dimmed a little.

"Well, he and 'Bo belong here." She stated matter-of-fact-ly. "I'm more of an imprint. I'm not sure if it's 'You always carry around those you care about' or 'If you stare into the abyss long enough, it stares back', but either way I'm here and can really only influence. Usually if I try to act the jerkface stops me pretty easily." She seems a little down on this, but quickly brightens up. "But you got rid of him easy enough!"

Slobo is still slackjawed, though he finally seems to have regained speech.

"Ya just... fragged him... like a chump..."

"I got him angry enough he wasn't thinking right, and then caught him by surprise," Roxie corrects, though there's something edgingly smug about her expression. "If he's not stupid, it wouldn't be so easy a second time." Not that she quite understands what a dangerous enemy Lobo would be under nornal circumstances.

"...I'm Roxie," she offers to the blonde girl.

"Greta." Secret offered her hand." Or, well, a tiny copy of Greta." She shrugs, as if she doesn't quite understand it herself. "I'm sure if you looked hard enough, there'd be one of me in every one of my old team-mate's heads. I think I'm here most because 'Bo used my teleportation more than anyone else." Slobo was looking around now, staring at the darkness.

"'S funny..." He said slowly. "This makes me think of ya, Secret. Kinda nice and peaceful." Any normal person would look at the abyssal darkness surrounding them and be terrified.

Slobo is a weird dude.

Roxie doesn't mind it so much, either. But she can't be afraid of the dark...

Greta's description of herself has left her sharply curious. An actual imprint of the original, not just an imagining? It leaks through to her expression a moment too, even.

"It worked for now, but what about when he comes back again?"

Greta shrugs, with Slobo just staring off into the darkness peacefully.

"He's got a lot of the power here. But then again, the road to the afterlife doesn't exactly have signposts, so it might be a while, even if it is just a mental copy of it." She looked down, slightly saddened.

"I guess if he comes back, then the cycle just starts over again, until someone can break it." She looks at Slobo now mournfully. "But I think the only thing that'll fix this isn't going to happen."

"What would that be?" Roxie asks, looking between Greta and Slobo. With this and the other strange mind-in-a-mind situation she's run into, gears are starting to turn over in her head, and she's a little distracted from the conversation...

"I think it's called 'Closure'..." Greta replied as the edges of the space began to lighten. "I also think he's waking up..." Slobo still stared into the horizon.

"Then it might be time for me to go," Roxie says with a little bit of a smile. "But I hope you don't mind if I come visit you again sometime."

"Feel free!" Secret smiled warmly. "It's good having the backup against 'Bo's self-loathing." The grin was earnest, naive, yet pure.

Roxie nods a little, and steps backwards. There's a spiral staircase leading down into the ground there that wasn't there before.

"See you, then," she says, and hops down it.

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