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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"Put two carbon rods together as part of an electrical circuit—" —she mimes it vaguely— "—and pull them apart slowly, and the current connects them through the air, burning the carbon to produce an extremely bright light. It's primitive, and the rods have to be replaced as they're used up, but it doesn't need vacuum pumps or special materials like a filament lamp does."

As if to demonstrate, she puts two of her fingers together and pulls them apart slowly—and a softly-smoldering electrical current waggles across the air between them.

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Zelda watches closely, storing away the information in her head. "And it is for bright lighting?" she asks softly, still gazing at the electricity between Roxie's fingers.

It's almost enough to make everything around it look dark - oh, wait, it is, a night's sky spread above them, gently twinkling stars overhead. The constellations there would be unlike any Roxie has seen before.

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"Very bright." Roxie's gaze slides up, looking at the stars, and the buzz of electricity between her fingers goes out. "Before we had filament lamps sturdy enough, arc lamps with a mechanism to adjust the rods—" (she gestures vaguely) "—as they burned down were the best street lights. Easy to set up, it's just a thing on top of a pole with wires up it..."

Her voice is soft and a bit more monotone than usual, though. The stars have really drawn her attention.

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The moon, although only a slim crescent, is many times larger than the one Roxie is used to. The stars are in new configurations, although, here and there and with a decent-enough telescope, distant galaxies and clusters and even nebulae can be recognised. A bright arc of stars stretches overhead.

Zelda is silent, musing about the lamps Roxie described. Sheik watches them both.

"Your world must be very bright," he says softly, breaking the silence.


((OOC: Purely headcanon - I'm sticking the planet Hyrule is on in another part of the Milky Way, so the constellations are completely different, but larger structures like galaxies and star clusters (and, closer to home, nebulae) are recognisable if Roxie knows anything about astronomy.))

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Roxie holds up a hand, and a dark globe spins into existence over it, covered in webs of light (http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/image/0011/earthlights_dmsp.jpg). "In some places it can be as bright during the night as during the day," she says, voice just a little wistful. "But that's been the inevitable path, ever since man tamed fire."

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They are both silent, for now, watching the world in Roxie's hand. A world where night is day...

"The light - that is where the people are?" Zelda asks, peering at the globe in fascination.

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"Some of them." She circles China with a finger— "The People's Republic of China." She puts a rather sarcastic bent into 'Republic'. "Twenty percent of Earth's population lives there." Her finger drifts west a little. "India, sixteen percent." West again. "Europe—a lot of small and medium countries—eleven percent." West again, across the ocean. "North America, with Canada, the United States, and Mexico, eight percent. Total population of the world right now's about seven billion."

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Seven billion... she can't even imagine it. Hyrule has the most insignificant fraction of that, by comparison.

"Where are you from?" she asks softly.


((OOC: Won't be around much today, big assignment due tomorrow. Sorry!))

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Roxie rotates the globe, and it softly expands in her hand to the size of a basketball. She points to a little region within North America-- "Chicago. Second-biggest city in the United States."

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She nods, examining it closely. "Hyrule must seem miniscule to you," she muses.

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"Sort of. Yes."

Roxie's head tilts back for a moment. "Would you like to see in person?"

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Sheik looks wary, but Zelda's eyes light up. "I would."

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And with that the globe grows larger and and —

—there is a glimpse, a sensation of falling—

—and then smoothly landing (http://i33.tinypic.com/o93hhh.jpg).

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When they land, Zelda - just Zelda, although a faint red gleam behind her eyes shows that Sheik is still around in some form - straightens up, brushing invisible dust off her skirts. Her eyes are wide, gazing around at the bustling city around them - the noise, the smell in the air, even the lack of stars are bewilderingly unfamiliar.

"This is your land?"

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"This is Chicago," Roxie says, glancing over at Zelda. She has her jacket, and worn sneakers, and overalls and a t-shirt. Tomboyish, but normal-looking enough.

"You'll stand out," she says, and gestures. Zelda will find herself suddenly in a fuzzy sweater, knee-length skirt, socks, stylish flats, and a fuzzy hat tugged down to cover her ears.

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Zelda blinks down at herself, but she supposes that in a land filled with people dressed like Roxie and with (presumably) Gerudo-style ears, her usual gown and Hylian ears would stand out.

"Alright," she smiles, smoothing down the skirt (it feels far too short for her, but then, she doesn't expect that's anything unusual in this place) and wondering idly if Sheik would be dressed in the same way - that'd be a giggle she's stifling. "Well, then. Shall we set off?"

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"Roger," Roxie says with a nod, starting down the sidewalk next to the little street they're next to. "Anything you want to see first?"

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"Whatever you wish to show me," Zelda says with a slight grin. After all, it's not like she could name landmarks.

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"...what's your favorite part of your homeland?" Roxie asks quietly, still walking forward. There's something a little odd and wavery about the way they're moving, as if they're somehow skipping blocks at a time. It would take far too long to get around purely on foot, after all.

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The parts of it that she's actually allowed to see without fear of being attacked, really. But she can't well say that.

"Lake Hylia is nice," she ventures - at least, it was when she was a child, and it is again now. In between... not so much.

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"A lake... well, you might like—"

—the scenery skips again, and suddenly they're in a little strip of park edging a river, as a ferry softly cruises by (http://i38.tinypic.com/o0qqmp.jpg)—

"—the river."

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It's certainly nothing like Lake Hylia, but the river is fascinating all on its own. The sky seems smaller, squished into a little box above their heads instead of the wide expanse of the Lake, but it makes it almost comfortable, cozy.

Moving to the edge, she peers into the water then glances back at Roxie. "This is lovely."