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Entry tags:
- !plot: at the mountains of madness,
- aang,
- aeneas,
- arha masaari,
- billy cranston,
- blin,
- dean winchester,
- erwin fischer,
- fletcher tringham,
- gauron,
- hellion,
- inara serra,
- jaime reyes,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kang,
- katara,
- kaylee frye,
- kelly-087,
- leon s. kennedy,
- loren,
- luis sera,
- lyle norg,
- malcolm reynolds,
- plays-in-traffic,
- rhiow,
- russel tringham,
- scarlet witch,
- sensor,
- sir sparhawk,
- sokka,
- spaurh,
- spider-man,
- stature,
- steve burnside,
- surge,
- zelda and sheik
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.]
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.]
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On another plane entirely, he stands amid a street. It has the appearance of disrepair, as if there had been riots. The furtive voices of his companions talk of the undead and the apocalypse. Further down the road and devoid of any concern, a homeless man stands amid the bracken of a hedge, a shopping cart full of his findings sitting patiently next to him.
The people urge him to return to the safety of the house with them, but he refuses to go. I like my independence, he says. Without warning the zombies are upon them and arms must be taken. From the shopping cart he produces the robes of a priest and dons them, his demeanour and posture, his entire being transforming into something cold and unfeeling.
A pair of handguns appear from nowhere and he fights with passionless abandon for some time, before returning to the cart. Like Mr. Ben, it is as if each new costume provides him with a new voice and purpose. Next he is the rugged prisoner of war taking desperate vengeance upon his captors. Then he is a prim Wall Street Banker, eloquently extoling the virtues of Fore!, arguably Huey Lewis and the News' best work, as he takes to the shambling undead with a chainsaw. After that he is a Grecian fisherman, who proves rather useless and morose.
It is this disconcerting sight that finally rouses Spider-Man from his sleep, and he spasms his way onto his back, chest heaving as his eyes grope for something about the room to focus on.
What the hell was that?!