http://daemonomicon.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] daemonomicon.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-01-08 09:26 pm

Sweet Dreams Are Made of These

Nighttime.

Or, at least, what passed for nighttime on the meatship.

A time when most of the crew was already fast asleep, dreaming away pleasantly throughout the night.

...Or, perhaps not. For you see, tonight, something particularly strange is happening.

Now it is not all that unusual for someone to have a nightmare, especially not on the ship.

Yet tonight, no one will sleep easily, for the Nightmare King deems it so.

Everyone's dreams will have a tinge of horror to them. Nothing so out of the ordinary to rouse one's suspicions, but at the same time, no one is left out.

Pleasant nightmares, meatship.

[ooc: And thus begins the start of the Nightmare King's spree of insanity. He's starting out subtle, of course. The nightmares won't be anything more than your run of the mill bad dream, but he is giving them to everyone. Posting in isn't mandatory, but if you want to have fun with your character's nightmare, go right ahead.]

[identity profile] lackofdarkwings.livejournal.com 2010-01-09 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Matt was sleeping fitfully that night. One moment he was walking along Meridian's streets and then the entire world went out of something like an Escher painting.

Groaning, he paused to catch his breath. "Will?" he called out. "Taranee? Cornelia! Irma! Hay Lin! Elyon? Caleb? ANYONE!"

"There is nothing here but weirdness," said a small green gremlin-like being that smelled bad. "Nothing but weirdness, darkness, and possibly pork sausages."

Matt paused at that. "Why pork sausages?"

"I like them. And you have to eat them before they eat you." replied the green smelly gremlin.

"Whu--?AUGH!"

And the pork sausage loomed overhead, preparing to eat Matt.