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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"I've never thought that it was shameful," Roxie says. But then, that's a part of her... lack of concern. Blood might linger on her hands, but never in her head.

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Sheeana begins drawing in the sand with her finger, allowing her unconscious free reign. Acceding a little to real liminality, the drawings move in a half life. A worm with a single rider (undulating realistically), a hybrid weapon that was half crysknife, half lightsaber (it buzzed and shimmered), and...a scarab. Metaphor for death and rebirth or some piece of her Atreides talent, the thing Darwi feared?

Dangers ahead. The scarab seemed to beckon her. I must go with the scarab...

She became suddenly serious. "Child, what do you know of prescience?"

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"A little." Roxie looks down at the drawings. "I've had prophetic dreams sometimes. The difficulty is in the interpretation more than the receiving."

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"Hmmm..." Sheeana considers sending her away. The child wouldn't appreciate it but this was the Atreides talent. Dangerous territory. She pointed at the drawing in the sand which shimmered in the candy colors of the desert sunset. "Prophecy is dangerous. I am distantly related to the line that once doomed our universe with visions. The Spice causes it." She pauses, reaches her decision. "This has been most interesting, Roxanna the Red Evening before the Gentle Dawn, but I must ask you to leave now. The presence of too many others can make this very dangerous."

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"... Very well," Roxie says, tone polite (though inside the sudden rejection has left her confused and disappointed). She shifts in place, cloak adjusting around her, readying herself to leave.

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Bene Gesserit training reads the feelings on the girl's stony face like an open book. "I look forward to your company in the waking world." She calls as the girl vanishes.

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There is a half-transparency, just long enough to nod—

and she's gone.