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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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Indeed, not a native bird at all. One of its kind should be rather more to the southeast part of the country...

And it's flying fast and low, skimming back and forth to follow Ax.

It was almost a good thing that Ax's legs weren't under his control; he might have run into something otherwise, with the amount of attention he had focused on the out-of-place bird.

But then he rounded a corner, and his attention was abruptly diverted to the scene in front of him.

Shortly before Stacy had abducted Ax, he had knocked out his Prince, stolen an F-14D Tomcat fighter-bomber armed with a nuclear missile, and flown from the USS George Washington toward the Animorphs' hometown, and threatened to drop the missile on the Yeerk Pool unless Visser Two called off the plan to start World War Three between the United States and China. Visser Two had done what Ax had hoped, fortunately. But he had still betrayed his Prince. He had still come close to killing ten to twenty thousand humans with the press of a button.

He had done enough to have nightmares about what would have happened if Visser Two hadn't capitulated. That was what spread across the landscape before him and the bird now. Buildings lay in ruins, wreckage scattered over the blasted streets and yards. Ax kept running through it, noticing that his hooves never seemed to come in contact with any of the debris.

To most people, the scene would be horrifying. To Roxie—

She has seen worse things, in her dreams, and the implications of it don't really penetrate.

The bird swoops up, rapidly gaining altitude to sweep over a building, but still just in sight of the Andalite.

Ax was beginning to slow down now, and he really wished he wasn't. What he really wanted was to wake up. He didn't usually notice when he was dreaming, but somehow this time--

He slowed to a walk as he rounded the last corner. Before him, where there ought to have been a McDonald's, was a crater. A very deep crater, deeper than the wreckage would indicate. The missile had opened up an enormous underground cavern, vaporizing the sludgy water of the Yeerk Pool and all the Yeerks in it. And all of the hosts too, willing and unwilling alike.

Now there were bodies. Many, many bodies.

He tried to look away from the carnage, feeling ashamed for his cowardice even as he struggled and failed to commit it. Instead, his eyes found the third living figure on the scene.

If someone were to cast a role for an average sixteen-year-old boy, they'd probably pull out someone that looked like this guy. Brown hair, a little taller than average, good looking in a clean-cut sort of way. Well, aside from his rather tragic taste in fashion (tight T-shirt, bicycle shorts, and bare feet? Really?!) and the utterly horrified expression on his face as he knelt at the edge of the crater with his hands over his mouth.

 Ax said to the bird, not taking his eyes off of Prince Jake. < But please, go. Please. >

The bird lets out a soft cry as it circles, riding the thin edge of thermal confusion the new pit is causing.

And then it dives, flapping sharply to a stop and perching on a twisted, broken wall. 'Why?' its face seems to almost ask, staring unblinkingly at Ax.

It took some effort, but Ax managed to stop moving toward his stricken Prince. Further effort allowed him to tear his eyes away from the same sight and focus them on the bird that didn't belong.

 he said. < This is the first time any life has appeared in it besides myself and my Prince. Furthermore, if I were going to insert additional life into this dream, it would not be an Earth species of bird which I am not familiar with. I'm done being polite. Leave! >

He arched his tail over his head, but didn't strike at the bird yet.

Just--just a little touch into the rules of the dream, such a common element here, though she's never used it before--

 the bird says in thought-speak, and the 'voice' is three-layered somehow, like a tape looping over itself. < Enjoy your lonely dream of death. >

it flaps once, twice, and launches into the air so as to fly away.

Ax didn't flinch. He was a warrior, an Andalite warrior; he'd face death and worse than death hundreds of times, he wasn't going to be afraid of an odd bird with strange thought-speak.

He was so glad that it was leaving.

 he said quietly. Reminding himself why he'd done what he had done that made him suffer through this nightmare over and over. 

The problem with dream logic was that it was entirely possible here to be both an Andalite warrior and a human child at the same time.

The bird soars up and up—and then dives down, into the pit.

And down is the way Roxie travels between dreams... not that Ax would know that.

Ax watched the bird disappear down into the pit that had formerly been the Yeerk Pool. Content that it was gone for the moment, Ax focused his oh-so-slowly slipping lucidity into trying to wake up.

Hard with Roxie gone, now, though.

Somewhere, in the dark, she frowns to herself.

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