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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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"What?!"

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"WHAT?!"

Nori managed to keep silent although her thoughts were pretty much echoing Julian's. This couldn't be real. No way. Not if she had kids with Julian.

"Kids, can you guys clear out so we can get dressed?" She finally managed to snap out of mental shut down after a few minutes of children hollering and wiggling around, trying to figure out what exactly was going on and how to make it stop. "Go... play, or something." Or cease to exist. That would be good too.

"Yes, children, your parents need some alone time," Scott's voice told them from the doorway. There were a few pouts and protests from the kids, but ultimately they started to file out of the room and waited in the hall.

Scott, however didn't go anywhere just yet. He addressed Julian and Nori.

"You don't need to get dressed, though. You're not going anywhere."

Scott tapped on his clipboard. "It's been 18 months since your last child was born, and you're still not pregnant, Nori. You're falling behind schedule. So much so that I'll have to have Beast make sure you have triplets this time to stay on pace." He spoke in his usual cold, distant, authoritative monotone. One would think he was simply handing out a homework assignment to the two of them. "We don't have time to waste, and I'm running out of lives to handle recklessly, so you're both confined to quarters until you conceive."

It took a second, but Scott's words manage to cut through Julian's brain lock and force him into action. He hopped out of bed, taking the top sheet with him to cover up (you can keep the blankets, Nori) and got in Scott's face.

"Have you lost your mind?! You can't make us do that! There's no way in hell I'm knocking up Ashida!" Julian would scream that he'd rather cut off his junk than sleep with Nori, if he weren't so sure that her first reaction would be to zip off and bring him back a knife. They didn't have time to argue and fight with each other right now. They needed a way out of this nightmare.

"Where's Miss Frost?"

"Oh no #^@&ing way!" Nori was out of the bed a second after Julian, wrapping the blanket around her form so she could get up in Scott's face too, the air around her popping dangerously with electricity as her anger built up.

"We're not even part of the X-Men anymore, you can't keep us here!" And if you try, well. You've got two pissed off teenagers, who despite their typical differences and arguments are very good at working together when they actually want to.

Scott didn't move a muscle. But then again, he didn't need to move a muscle to actually hurt someone. All it took was a look. And that was all he gave them, as he bathed the whole room in red with a rather painful optic blast.

"Miss Frost is busy Not Giving A Damn about either of you," he spoke, after he fired. "And frankly, neither one of you has a choice in the matter. You're part of the last generation of mutants, the last line of defense between survival and extinction, and your numbers continue to dwindle. It's especially problematic after the deaths of Cessily, Sooraya, Santo, Josh, Laura, Victor, Hisako, Alani..." Scott continued on, listing name after name of other younger mutants they knew. All of whom, so far as Nori and Julian knew, weren't on the meatship with them. They may have died along with their world.

The two of them could very well be two of the last mutants ever born.

"You have a responsibility to bring about the next generation of X-Men, young mutants who will toil endlessly, suffer both severely and pointlessly, and be sacrificed recklessly and cavalierly by me. They'll waste their short lives supporting Xavier's dream, just like you and your dead friends did, even though that dream has been worthless and meaningless since M-Day.

"Or at least that's what they'll do until I decide that they're useless to me as you were, at which point I'll cut them loose to fend for themselves."

Scott seemed to stand perfectly still through all of this, but somehow he was now standing out in the hall, and the rather heavy door to the room was closing before him.

"Now get to work. You have triplets to make."

Julian threw up a shield to protect them both, or at least tried to. The end result was that Julian was sent crashing into a bookcase halfway across the room.

By the time he managed to pick himself up, the door was already closing on him. He charged the door, and if he couldn't stop it from closing, he was content to go right through it.

"You can't do this! SUMMERS, YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"

Nori was knocked back too, but with a burst of applied speed she was up again and across the room before Julian, throwing herself against the wall and grabbing onto the door in an effort to keep it open.

"You're not going to lock us up like animals you #^@&ing prick!"

It was a very heavy door, and one would basically need to be as strong as the Hulk to hold it open for long.

"The survival of the species is more important than anything. More important than your lives, and more important than your rights. It's your responsibility, and you're the only ones who can do it. I know you won't disappoint me anymore than you already have."

His job done, he turned to face their little bunch of children who had been sitting quietly in the hallway.

"Come along children, we're scheduled to be attacked by a Predator X in a half hour. I need you to be outside and helpless so one of you can die a meaninglessly bloody death before we bother to save the rest of you."

The children cheered, and quite happily followed along.

Julian was fairly powerful in his own right, but he was a far cry from the Hulk. His hand an arm nearly got crushed as the door finally shut and locked itself, but that didn't stop Julian from hammering against with everything he had.

"This my life, Summers! You #@%king here me?! I Will Kill You for this!"

"We need to find a way out of here," Nori hadn't really even stood a chance against the door, but there had to be another way. She moved away from Julian while he banged on the door, moving to a dresser and pulling out clothes. If they were going to make a daring escape, couldn't really do it naked. After fixing her state of undress she turned back around to address Julian.

"Keller! Focus. You're not gonna break that door down and Cyclops is even farther out of his mind than usual."

"I am focused!" he snapped back. He was going to say something else when he realized that Nori was significantly less naked than she was moments ago. Glaring and seething, he stalked over to the dresser and got some clothes for himself.

"This is bulls#!t." Ok, his clothes were definitely there.

"So... what, we get kidnapped by aliens, then get sent back to some messed up alternate universe?" Where they had kids. Lots of kids. And Summers commanded them to have more. Because he wants Julian to breed. With Nori.

Breed.

The idea made his skin crawl.

She had little interest in watching Julian get dressed, so while he did that she moved around the room, trying to find a vent, or a weak point in the wall, anything that would get them out of there some other way besides the door.

"Alternate universe or not, no way would I ever willingly sleep with you." She stopped and picked up one of the pictures, grimacing a little. They looked happy, despite psycho Summers out there. "This is more like some kind of nightmare."

He scoffed at that. "You so would." It was that he wasn't interested in her, thank you very much. Though here, wherever here was, they were apparently getting it on. A lot. They had a schedule to keep, after all.

He sneered at nothing in particular as he finally finished getting dressed.

"God damn X-Men... and that's the world we're trying to bring back." It all seemed so pointless, really. But he shook off that thought.

"So, say this is my nightmare. How do I wake up?"

Nori put the picture down and turned back around, frowning at Julian and crossing her arms.

"I don't know, hope the alarm goes off soon?" She thought acknowledging it had to be a nightmare would've woken her up, but that apparently wasn't doing it.

Julian rolled his eyes. "Now there's a brilliant plan. What's next? Screaming at the top of lungs? Not like anyone will be able to hear me inside my own head..." He paused for a moment, then facepalmed. "Except for maybe my psychic roommate." Dhurrr.

"Unless, instead of me dreaming of you, you're dreaming about me." He wasn't sure he liked the ramifications of that either way.

"If this is my dream, then I want get out of this stupid room." She turned around again, back to trying to find a way out of the room. She was getting frustrated with the situation, but if there was no actual way out beyond waking up, she might just start screaming and hope that someone heard.

Julian was running out of ideas, so time if this was his dream or hers. Or some odd combination of both, somehow.

"CHAMBER!" Julian started screaming at the top of his lungs, calling for his roommate. He also started to channel his energy, since mind tended to light up to telepaths when he did so.

"CHAMBER! WAKE UP YOU #$!&ING @#&*!!"

Nori's head whipped back towards Julian when he started screaming, briefly alarmed before she realized what he was doing. Well, that was great, if this was his dream, anyway. She felt like it was her dream here, though, so after rolling her eyes she turned back around and attempted to ignore the noise Julian was making for the moment, settling on pulling a bookshelf away from the wall. If she were going to hide a secret passageway escape from a dream, bookshelf would be where she'd hide it.

There was more yelling from Julian, but to no avail. So maybe this was Nori's dream. ...so why was it even possible for him to even have that thought if this was Nori's dream?

Why would they have kids? Why would they look happy together? They were never happy together. Why--

...why is she pulling on one of the bookcases?

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Looking for a way out," she replied simply, giving it another good tug. "May as well start with getting out of the room first." Since sitting here wasn't really doing anything. She pulled on the bookcase again, before glancing behind it.

"Bingo. Back door."

"Hn." Go figure.

"Let's just hope this doesn't lead somewhere worse in your head. Or mine." He still wasn't sure which one of them was having this dream.

"Well, if it does maybe we'll get lucky and it'll kill us." Nori gave Julian a slightly deadpan look, before squeezing behind the bookcase. "And if we don't wake up at least we won't have to be in this #^@&ed up reality anymore."

"Anything is better than knocking you up," he agreed.

He pushed the bookcase further aside to make more room, then followed Nori through the door.

Maybe they'd end up inside the head of John Malkovich. Nothing seemed too odd at this point.

"Tell that to creepy happy pod Julian in the pictures," she muttered, a little annoyed at Julian for being Julian. As she generated enough electricity in her hands to light the passageway, a thought hit her and she scowled a little. She kept her eyes forward and started moving, although she tilted her head to the side a little so she could talk back at him.

"If this is my dream, why are you you? Why aren't you... pod Julian, or whatever?" She was pretty sure her subconscious wouldn't generate up Julian to seemingly suffer with her. It'd probably be worse if he was the weirdo alternate reality future guy.

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