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] theregularguy.livejournal.com 2010-01-25 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
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Sokka takes another step forward and hugs Aang again hugging the younger (not so much younger now, really) boy again, clinging to that orange and saffron robe as if it might be the last time he ever sees Aang. Which, to be honest, it might be.

"Is--" He stops, forcing back more emotion. He can't say it. But he has to.

"Is there anything...anything you want me to tell Katara for you. If...if..." He can't finish the 'if,' more tears starting to stream down his face. This wasn't fair. They'd won. They'd beaten the Fire Lord and gone back to balance and they were friends with Zuko and everything was supposed to be fine now.

But instead they were interdimensional refugees fighting for their lives in a war that dwarfed anything they'd ever known.

[identity profile] jesushasayak.livejournal.com 2010-01-25 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I've talked to her in her dreams. She knows. I told her how much I care about her."

Tears squeeze out of Aang's eyes as he hugs Sokka back just as tightly.

"And now I told you how much I care about you, too. If I don't get to talk to Toph, tell her the same. Tell her--tell her she helped make me strong. Strong enough to do all this. Just like knowing you and Katara made me strong, too."

There's yelling again. He can't wait any longer.

He's the Avatar. He helps people.

Aang finally peels away, yanks his glider out of the snow bank he'd stuck it in and the flaps flare open.

"And Sokka?"

[identity profile] theregularguy.livejournal.com 2010-01-25 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
Sokka watches Aang go, feeling suddenly helpless.

"Yeah?"

[identity profile] jesushasayak.livejournal.com 2010-01-25 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not glad I got caught in that storm. Not when it meant what it did for the world."

A pause.

"But I'm glad...I'm glad that it meant I got to know you guys."

With that, he's gone, because if he stays, he'll start crying all over again, and he has to push that aside and do what he has to do.