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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Dark figures gather the edges of the dream, shadowed cutouts with no faces. They whisper to each other in voices like pages of rust.

Did you hear that?

...rotten girl. Such a rotten girl.

She's not doing it. Not doing it right.

Face the monsters. We're all aliens. All of us.

Hisakawa is the tallest and most terrible of them all.

Yuri spits out the ashes of burned books and wobbles to her feet. She puts a hand on Roxie's shoulder.

"Leave her alone."

Eyeless sights snap to her.

"L...Le..."

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"Don't worry about me," Roxie says, her voice as cold as usual. "I'm used to people not liking me."

She stands to up to the figures without as much as flinching, despite how quickly that leg scrape started to discombobulate her earlier.