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.]

[identity profile] akingredeemed.livejournal.com 2010-01-11 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
"No, it hath not. Then again, I have never been forced into someone else's mind before. I wouldst surmise that, in this place, my spirit becomes something of a mental body."

[identity profile] worm-dancer.livejournal.com 2010-01-11 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"A body in full?" No. Bad Sheeana. Bad. And stop letting that hand wander.

[identity profile] akingredeemed.livejournal.com 2010-01-11 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Khel nodded, only barely coming to realize what Sheeana meant. It was slow to come on him, for he hadn't felt such urge for a long time. "A body in full, milady," he replied, already getting his faculties under control.

[identity profile] worm-dancer.livejournal.com 2010-01-11 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Then...perhaps some time we could reawaken more senses you had thought lost...When you are well, that is." Which was one of the most gentle comeons she'd ever given.

[identity profile] akingredeemed.livejournal.com 2010-01-11 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, Khel had to laugh at that. "Such a forward offer, milady! I admit that it has been ... a while since I hath experienced such." A while was certainly an understatement.

[identity profile] worm-dancer.livejournal.com 2010-01-11 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
"I am not one of the timid maidens you are probably used to. And confinement and this godsdamned thinking machine have left me so...frustrated!" She realized she'd been shaking him, looked embarrassed. "...Sorry."

[identity profile] akingredeemed.livejournal.com 2010-01-11 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Certainly not timid!" Khel replied, now laughing harder than before. The shaking was especially comical. Bringing himself up, he arched an eyebrow at Sheeana's admission of frustration. It seemed here, in the mindscape, the two of them were on much more even ground.

"I can understand thy frustrations." Then, changing tone, he smiled at Sheeana.

"Wouldst thou aid in the removal of my mail? 'Tis most inappropriate for such a location as this."

[identity profile] worm-dancer.livejournal.com 2010-01-11 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Certainly, brave knight." Deft hands went to the laces and joints of the armor. And the fruits of the trees were not nearly so sweet as what happened at the roots.