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

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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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Roxie gestures at the animal heads dismissively, and peers down at the blood.

She forces her key back out of the now-twisted lock and walks a slow circle around the room.

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Sherry's figure backs out of the room, and into the hallway again. She doesn't understand, usually she wakes up out of this nightmare, on the floor or the couch or curled up under a desk somehow. She's never been in it this long before.

There's that roar again, and she's off down the hallway, and gracefully sidesteps the zombies that try to vomit on her, ducking into - what else? - a vent.

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Roxie turns—damn. Tricky. Trickier than she should be, in here, but that only makes sense.

She follows. Zombies? She doesn't sidestep, she simply goes through, trampling them down like some malevolent Mr. Hyde.

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In her vent hiding spot, Sherry listened for her pursuer. There was an all-too familiar moan and shuffling of feet but also the thud-crack-splish sound of a falling body being crushed underfoot.

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Roxie shakes her legs. Ick. And she doesn't want to break the dream to the degree she'd have to to get her legs clean again.

Instead, she pauses and looks about. Into a hallway? No, that doesn't work...

She hasn't noticed the vent yet, though.

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Inside her hiding place, Sherry feels herself rock back and forth. It's hard to be in a place like this for her. In comparison, Stacy is a cakewalk for all the confusion it brings Sherry. But Sherry can forgive her that, since it also brought her two very, very good people again, and a whole host of new ones.

She knows she has to get control of herself, and act like she should. But, despite all of Sherry's protests to the truth, she is a child. The monsters from the memory of that horrible day in Racchoon City will tear her to pieces if she lets them. All she has to do is walk into their arms and be consumed.

But, her streak of self-preservation stops her from doing that, even in a dream. Her voice is thin, frightened and warped from the vent echoing when Sherry finally speaks up. "Roxie, you're not supposed to be here."

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"... I didn't want to see you get hurt," Roxie says, as she crouches to peer into the vent. Oh. Clever. No normal girl would want to stay in the hallways with the shambling... Things.

And she's telling the truth. Out of sight, out of mind, sometimes--but when faced with somebody she considers a friend, almost, maybe, she couldn't just stand out of the way.

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"Sometimes I wake up, you know," Sherry rubs at her eyes. The police station starts melting, changing into a spartanly decorated apartment. It might have once been full of familial love and light, but now it's dim, dark, the shades are drawn. There are plaques on the wall that cannot be read, pictures whose subjects are muted and smudged.

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"But you didn't this time," Roxie observes, glancing around the apartment.

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"No." But her tone suggests she wishes she would. There is dust on the countertops and dining room table, thick and undisturbed. The shaft of yellow-gold light that shines through the shades shows yet more dust fluttering quietly down. The sound of a door opening in the hallway disturbs Sherry, she lifts her head to investigate the noise, but doesn't leave her spot on the couch.

Two adults enter the room, the blond man and woman... or is it Claire and Leon? The figures shift back and forth between faces and bodies. "I'm sorry. You should go now."

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"Why?" Roxie asks softly. Her voice is—wait, is that really?—yes, there's a note of concern in it. Not just the cold dryness she usually bears.

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Sherry doesn't answer, she just watches as Claire/Annette and Leon/William, or more affectionately "Mommy" and "Daddy" open the door and turn.

"You girls be good while we're gone," Claire/Annette reminds them in a voice that sounds strange and mashes together awkwardly.

"We'll be back later," Leon/William adds. "We promise." Sherry turns her head to watch them both, and shivers when Claire/Annette removes a pistol from her holster and Leon/William removes a gun from a labcoat, no, holster, no labcoat.

They point the guns at each other and fire until they are dead.

And Sherry wakes up screaming.

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Somewhere, in the dark, Roxie shudders.