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.]
craaazyisland: (Mild competence)

[personal profile] craaazyisland 2010-01-09 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Shit... Well, next time don't sneak up on people and yank them around in the middle of the damn zombie apocalypse!" Steve muttered, then went around the wall and kneeled down next to the creepy bald kid. "Move your hand, let me see."

Steve had been shot in the arm before too, courtesy of Alfred Ashford. And oh wasn't it wonderful being back in ol' freakshow's stomping grounds. Maybe if he listened hard he could hear the fruitcake laughing to himself off in the distance. Probably wearing his sister's underwear, too.

"Steve! Steve, help me! Where are you, Steve!? Help me!"

He exhaled sharply and tried hard to ignore the voice in the distance. "What are you doing here, anyway? Are you gonna be okay?"

[identity profile] jesushasayak.livejournal.com 2010-01-09 08:55 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll be fine. I've been hurt much worse than this before."

He'd bind the wound, but there was no point if it didn't bleed. It just hurt.

"And I'm here to protect you. All of you. From him. This is where he'll be trying to get you first--in your dreams."
craaazyisland: (Angsting)

[personal profile] craaazyisland 2010-01-09 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
Steve backed off, instead keeping his eyes out around them-- especially at the wire grates sealing off the crawlspace underneath the building beside them. He knew all too well what kind of things were hiding down there.

The woman's voice continued screaming for help. She sounded terrified, begging and pleading for somebody to come and find her.

"You mind being more specific? Is this about that Nightmare guy everybody's talking about?" he asked. "I doubt he can make up any nightmares worse than the ones I already have."

"Steve! Where are you? Help us!" screamed a second voice.

Steve's face turned a little green at that, and he looked a bit sick. "Well, he's doing pretty well today, all right..."

[identity profile] jesushasayak.livejournal.com 2010-01-18 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
"The Nightmare King." Aang nods, climbing unsteadily to his feet.

At seeing him look a little sick, he says, "...They're not real. None of this is."
craaazyisland: (Mild competence)

[personal profile] craaazyisland 2010-01-24 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
Steve heard his mother's voice fairly often in these dreams, as he did Claire's. Hearing Miku's voice was an unpleasant new trick. And it gave him a bit of a stomachache.

"So what are we supposed to do about this guy?"

[identity profile] jesushasayak.livejournal.com 2010-01-24 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
"You're supposed to not let him make you afraid."
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[personal profile] craaazyisland 2010-01-24 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Like I'm really scared of some asshole whose best weapon is bad dreams," Steve muttered. With the frequency he had unpleasant memories and dreams, the Nightmare King might as well try to hurt people by having them sneeze.

[identity profile] jesushasayak.livejournal.com 2010-01-24 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
Aang taps Steve gently on the chest with his staff and gives him the :| face.

"A second ago, you looked like you were about to flork your fire-flakes."

His expression relaxes.

"And that's okay. But to overcome fear you have to acknowledge it's there in the first place."

He shakes his head. "Dreams are the worst place for him to attack everyone. They let him hurt the mind and spirit instead of just the body--and those are the most important parts of who you are."
Edited 2010-01-24 09:15 (UTC)
craaazyisland: (Huh?)

[personal profile] craaazyisland 2010-01-24 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Was that a redhead joke?" Steve gave him the lineface right back. "Yeah, I was startled, normally this dream doesn't have bald kids popping out of the woodwork and yanking me into the shadows."

He exhaled a little breath and motioned for Aang to follow him around the corner. "Real or not, let's go somewhere where the nice zombie dogs aren't going to chew off our legs," he said. "So how the hell do you suggest we beat this guy?"