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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.]

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"Wedge?!" The Oct-o-pooze's arm was crumbling and she found herself dropping like a stone...only to bounce into the X-Wing. With a bit of effort, she pulled herself up and scrubbed at her now wet hair. "...are we not supposed to be flying?"

Confusion set in as the water level rose, the waters deep and red with a hint of whitecaps stirring up ahead as a gale started blow. There was way too much water. And now? There were clouds gathering.

"We should be flying!"

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Dream!Wedge turned his head to study Arha for a moment before he spoke, slowly, precisely.

"We have to learn to float first, before we can fly. Didn't you know that, Arha, Jed-eye Paddaone?" His gaze was cool, none of the real Wedge's warmth and spark there. His astromech burbled something, bubbling in the water. The waves were growing worse, the clouds gathering more menacingly. It seemed bad weather would be upon them soon.

Arha frowned, blinking at him for a long, long moment before prodding him with a forefinger determinedly. Stupid water. Stupid droid.

"I did not sign up to float! Fly. We are supposed to fly. We are supposed to fly back with Luke and Mara and to Obi-Wan...to the strange ship called Stacy. We are not supposed to float. I shall miss my lesson and become stupid. I do not wish to become stupid." Her scowl was not particularly dark as she pawed around in the inflatable cockpit. "I read about pre-flight! Make it go!"

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Patience, paddyone." Dream!Wedge's only response. He seemed content to sit there amongst the waves, staring up at the darkening sky.

She was going to die from water. What did they call it? Drown? But no. She was on a floating X-Wing. And Wedge was not being helpful. At all.

"Now is not patience-time. Now is action time." But she did not have a lightsaber and she did not have an Obi-Wan or a Luke or a Mara or a proper X-Wing. "Fly, fly." She tried to pull them up with the Force but nothing happened and she frowned to the point where her expression was almost as black as the clouds that finally broke.

"DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU DID NOW? YOU MADE THE WATER FALL ON MY HEAD."

It was raining and that rain was just as red as the water. Arha flailed and fell the rest of the way into the cockpit...and came up with an umbrella.

"What." She shook it and made noises that would give Wedge's droid a run for its burble.

Edited 2010-01-09 04:07 (UTC)

At last, the X-wing began to rise from the water, with dream!Wedge still sitting in the cockpit, now a bit squished by Arha, but there none the less. He grinned.

"You see. We are flying, as you wished. Now we can fly." The craft rose higher and higher into the sky as thunder and lightning began to crash around them. The astromech burbled in alarm as one strike came particularly close to the snubfighter.

"But there were...buttons," Arha began and accidentally pressed a button on her umbrella. It popped open, humming, and she realized it was a lightsaber. With a weird protective covering so the rain was not too bad. Except it was starting to burn through the fabric already. "Oh, this is far too silly."

She winced at the lightning.

"I wish to get out of this dream," because that's what it was. With lightsaber protective coverings and inflating odd X-Wings and a Wedge that was not a Wedge and would not teach her how to fly things. And about that time...she was pretty sure she could heard Leto II laughing among the rumble of thunder, and without warning, legions of her Mothers-Within were tumbling through the sky telling her to stop all this stupidity.

Which is when Arha woke up to find that she had rolled straight out of bed.

"Glop," she muttered. "No glop before bed."

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