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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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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.

"Assuming this is your dream. Which, if its not, doesn't explain why you're... you. And not creepy happy baby-factory Nori." Though any version of her that wanted to have his kids would just freak him out.

Nori shuddered a little at that, shaking her head. This whole situation was making her skin crawl, and the sooner they were out of it, the better.

"I guess we'll worry about that later," she muttered, turning a corner and coming up to a wall. She pushed against it and found it loose, so she shifted around to get a little leverage. "Help me move this."

Julian rolled his eyes a bit. He still had his powers here, wherever here was, and probably could've just blasted the wall off. But, it might be better to be a bit more subtle.

"Yeah, whatever. Move over." He took a spot next to Nori, and started pushing against the wall.

She made room for Julian to help her push the wall away, and once they'd successfully gotten it moved, she stepped out ahead of him, but stopped as soon as she started, eyes widening a little.

Nori couldn't tell where they were supposed to be. She'd been assuming the institute, but the landscape outside was alien to her. All the grass was burned away and the sky had a murky unnatural color to it. There were Sentinels standing nearby, although none of them seemed to notice the pair sneaking out the side of the wall, and Nori couldn't pay them much mind anyway, when she noticed the piles of what she'd initially thought were part of the landscape actually being dumping grounds for mutant bodies.

"...Okay I'm starting to think the forced sex thing might not have been so bad."

"It beats death," he stated distractedly. He was mostly on guard, and eyeballing the Sentinels. If they caught their attention, then there was every chance that they would end up in that pile of corpses.

"We should get moving." He really didn't want to be there a second longer than he had to.

There was nothing there for them anyway...

One of the heads of the Sentinels turns. Then all of their heads turn to look at them.

Bad sign. Baaaad sign.

Nori nodded her head, before catching the movement of the giant figures in her peripheral vision. Oh this was bad. Considering standing around was a bad idea, and Nori possessed superspeed, without even thinking she redirected her energy. Once she took a quick glance around and noticed a copse of trees across the burnt grass, she grabbed Julian's arm.

"Timetomove," she replied, taking off without waiting for a response. She had a feeling the Sentinels weren't going to stop and ask questions and she wasn't going to debate with Julian over which one of them was faster.

The ground starts to erupt around them, as the Sentinels raise their hands and start trying to blast them with energy beams.

Nori might be fast, but Julian wasn't limited to the ground. Especially an unstable one.

Twisting his arm some so he could grab hold of her, he took off into the air, using the momentum that they already built up to help get them out of there as fast as possible.

They're moving fast. That's why whatever moves past them on the ground, zipping back in the direction they came and kicking up dust, is an orange blur.

It helps that the blur is moving pretty damn fast, too.

The blur-boy skids to a stop, saffron robes whipping around, goes into an odd stance, kicks the ground, and launches a massive boulder at one Sentinel, knocking its head off and causing the body to fall on another Sentinel. The others zero in on him, however, and start blasting, but he nimbly dodges out of the way.

It take all of a few seconds to happen, as in Nori and Julian will likely only have time to turn around before they see a bald monk, about their age, with blue tattoos come running back in the direction they're flying--away from the Sentinels. Who are still giving chase, but at least there are two less of them.

He has his "D=" face on. Giant metal men that shoot things from their hands are sort of effing scary and that's why he'd only done what he could to buy them some time rather than trying to just fight them outright.

"Flyflyflyflyflyflyfly!" calls the monk.

"Tell me that's not supposed to be one of our 'kids.'" Not that he had much time to dwell on it, nor did he really want to. Getting away from the sentinels took priority.

He flew straight into the tree cover headed straight into the tree cover. He landed a good distance in, where the trees were fairly thick. At least the Sentinels would have trouble moving through there, and it'd be tougher for them to track them if they weren't actively using their powers.

"We have to keep moving." They had to find someplace to hide.

Nori glanced briefly back in the direction they'd come from, wondering if the guy they'd seen would be all right, before nodding her head and starting further into the underbrush.

"If there's a town nearby we can disappear underground." Nori lived on the streets for a while, she knows sewers, while gross as hell, are a good place to go when you're trying to avoid people.

There's a wind that blows through the woods, and then the sound of something scraping against bark and rustling branches, like something was moving through the woods behind them.

Had that Sentinels caught up already or--

--or was a bald monk going to crash through the trees and barrel into the both of them?

"Oof!"

Aang was fortunate enough that Julian recognized him, which is one of the few reasons he hasn't tk punted him into orbit for that.

"I swear," he told Aang as he picked himself up off the ground and dusted himself off, "if the next words out of your mouth are 'Dad' or 'Mom', I will stab you in your face."

Nori groaned and pulled herself up too, rounding on the monk and looking at him narrowly before glancing over at Julian, and back at the monk again.

"Who are you?"

Sweet Dreams Are Made of These

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