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] jesushasayak.livejournal.com 2010-01-31 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
"He has to be banished. Off the ship. Other people are working on it. In the meantime, you need to try to learn to keep him out if there's anyone on the skyship that can teach you," Aang says, deftly hopping over a low-hanging branch in the trail.

"I don't know who the Shadow King is either, but the Nightmare King is--he's not a person. He's not alive. He's something like a spirit--but not one like me or any spirit I've ever met."


telekinetic_badass: (Disappointed)

[personal profile] telekinetic_badass 2010-02-02 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
"So basically he's the Shadow King," Julian reiterated. And they had a not-Phoenix Jean Grey and Chamber as their prime telepaths, and no Cerebro on board.

...they were probably boned.

"Thaaaat's just great."

[identity profile] powersurge.livejournal.com 2010-02-04 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
God, Nori hated situations where she couldn't just electrocute the $#!& out of something and be done with it. Groaning a little, she rubbed her forehead.

"Okay, so the more immediate question is, how the #^@& do we get out of this stupid dream?"