One man's mosoleum is another man's home

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

Tonight, once again, the dreamscape of the meatship has been altered.

However, this time, the dream was the same, no matter the dreamer, and was neither good nor bad, but simply odd.

Only a portion of the crew would have this dream, some of them intentionally, others whose mind simply happened to drift upon it in the dreamscape.

Regardless, it starts out the same for each dreamer:

The dreamer finds themselves standing on some rocky, barren world.

The "air" (for lack of a better word) is thick, so thick that the dreamer is positive it should be impossible to survive in this kind of environment. Regardless, they continue to breathe just fine, as if on Earth. The atmosphere is hazy, distorting all color.

Despite the fact that it is impossible to see more than thirty feet ahead of them, the dreamer feels compelled to move in one single direction.

After wandering for what seems to be hours, the dreamer comes across a massive fortress, alone in this desolate place. It rises thousands of feet into the air, standing imposingly, as though there were something to protect out in this dead place. It is covered in symbols of twin-headed eagles, winged skulls and stylized I's, but most noticeable is the symbol of the open book, through which a sword has pierced.

A door opens at the base of the fortress walls. It seems like more of an airlock, really, but regardless, the dreamer once again feels compelled to enter.

Once they do, they find themselves in a room, completely pitch black, save for a single light shining down from what one would assume is the ceiling. The door through which the dreamer entered is no longer visible.

Before the dreamer, in the small lighted portion of the room, is a table. On the table is a rather inviting pot of tea, with cups.

At one end of the table sat the massive, robed figure of the Seer. He seemed to be drinking something notably more substantial than the tea. The word "amasec" comes to the dreamer's mind, but they aren't sure how they know it.

At the other end of the table is an empty seat.

"Please, my child," The Seer says, motioning to the other seat. "Do join me."

[ooc: This is just Seer's way of checking up on the crew. Once again, posting isn't mandatory, but if you want your pup to meet/interact with Seer, feel free!]

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[lackofdarkwings.livejournal.com]

Matt had seen a lot in his short life, but nother such as a fully talented dreamwalker who had pierced his dream.

Sitting down, he inclined his head politely. "Kandrakar Greets You," he said formally. After all, this was apparently the Seer's domain.

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

Emperor's Blessings, the Seer says in response to the formal greeting.

Tea? he offers, nodding to the pot in the center of the table.

[is-the-ultimate.livejournal.com]

(http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j138/SoaringHeadache/Cape%20and%20Cowl/Shadow%20The%20Hedgehog/?action=view&current=thShadow026.png)

Shadow has had stranger dreams, but this took the cake. He'd probably seen this one around the ship a few times, but paid no mind to it.

"I take it there's a reason for all this?" He said, taking a seat as asked.

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

No, I just enjoy intruding upon people's dreams for the fun of it.

It's a joke. Really.

[depthundersands.livejournal.com]

(http://s861.photobucket.com/albums/ab173/GreybillGirls/alia%20icons%20Rp/?action=view&current=nofear.jpg)

Alia took the dream as it came, in her mind repeating the litany she knew so well.
Fear creeped along her spine as the moved through it, her eyes taking in her surrounding but she did not respond to them. The fremen let herself be pulled by the dreams power, like a raft on a river, when it took her she would follow. After all, what choice did she have?

When she was confronted with the figure it was both shocking and underwhelming. Heavy cloaks had been a staple of her people's wardrobes for generations, for a moment she wondered if they was perhaps another of her inner voices trying to strike a deal with her for a piece of her soul.

Instead of sitting she barked at the figure with ferocity.

"Why?! What do you want of me!?"

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

My, my, the Seer says, unperturbed, and takes another sip of amasec.

Is that any way to treat one who has so graciously invited you into their home?

[ghost-bait.livejournal.com]

Miku had taken the dream as well as she could have; that said, as the young woman padded into the dark room, she hesitated. No door meant no leaving, and Miku was rather overfond of her escape routes, even if they required her to wriggle into something a small child might have trouble getting into.

Still, the Seer's voice was just enough to calm her thunderous fears of something falling from the ceiling and eating her. "Good evening," Miku bowed and held it for a long moment. "I haven't seen you in a little while."

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

Good evening, my dear.

I hope I hadn't startled you too much in our first meeting. It was not my intent.

[redeyes_andblue]

There are two, now, entering the Seer's domain. Zelda's small hand is in Sheik's bigger one even as she leads the way to the table, gaze steady as she takes a seat and Sheik takes up position behind her, arms crossed protectively. It's a stance she's seen Impa take a million times, and one that will never fail to reassure.

"Seer," she says, pleasantly enough, hands folded atop the table, "I was hoping to talk to you again."

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

I am aware, my child.

Tea?

[governorkang]

This had to be one of the strangest dreams Kang had ever had in his life. He didn't know what to make of it, and eyeing the tea and the figure sitting at the table almost warily for a moment, he sat down, "This have something to do with the Nightmare King I keep hearing about?"

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

More or less.

Would you like anything to drink? Looking at you now, I'm beginning to doubt tea would be to your liking.

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

Arha moved through the dreamscape, letting it guide her, the white of her nightgown (http://www.twinrosesdesigns.com/Linen%20Romantic%20Nightgown%201.jpg) stark against the landscape and architecture as she moved into the building. When she found the Seer waiting for her, she folded her hands across her middle and smiled wryly.

"Hello again," Arha said a bit cautiously, taking a seat before studying him.

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

Good evening, my dear.

Tea?

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Katara almost spent a lot of time exploring this place, and she was sure, despite how foreboding it looked, that it wasn't a place where the Nightmare King was, but another: it was the feeling she got when she first had seen the Seer. For that reason, Katara kept going farther, noting the landscape, until she reached the fortress. When she saw the symbols, she was almost positive it was where the Seer resided. Walking into the room, the pitch darkness was actually comforting rather than scary for her, and she walked toward the light shining down.

When she saw the table with the tea cups, she smiled and sat down on her knees, giving the Seer a small bow. She was happy to see him again, and his presence meant that their fight against the King was far from done.

"It's good to see you again," Katara said softly. "I never thanked you for helping us back then."

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

It was merely what I do, my dear.

Would you care for some tea?

[demon-alessa.livejournal.com]

To a demon, time was nothing, so Alessa had glided over the landscape, taking time to enjoy the nothingness and the quiet. There was hardly a time where she had peace and quiet to herself, so here was no problem to her. Once she's reached the room, a small smile came to her face. She knew where she was ultimately headed, and once she reached it, she sat down and took a tea cup.

"Did you have a question for me, Seer?"

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

I am simply curious as to your opinion on the situation with the King of Nightmares.

[billy-blin.livejournal.com]

It was sad that the only reason Blin could tell this was a dream was that he could 'see' the room. He really, really needed to figure out why the ship was so damn weird...

He pulled the chair away from the table and sat himself down, before taking advantage of the fact that it was a dream and reaching into his coat and grabbing something he knew wasn't there in reality; his smokes. He never left home without them on Earth, but here he had none. It was a true travesty.

"Ye brought me here, so ye already know my name. Leaves me at a disadvantage; who are ye?" Blin asked, lighting his smoke.

This was not his first dream rodeo, obviously. If he had a better grasp of the setting, though, it'd certainly count as his weirdest.

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

I am the one referred to as the Seer.

Would you care for some tea?

[halfa-hero.livejournal.com]

"Alright, what's up?"

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

I simply wish to inquire upon your opinion of how the crew's preparations are going.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Well it was far from the weirdest of his dreams, though it was certainly calmer than his typical fare. Even though if the barren world reminded him of parts of Hell.

"Oh goody, just what I always dreamed about, a creepy ass tea party," Dean deadpanned as he approached the table before moving the seat backwards to sit down.

"First the angels now you, a guy can't get some peace in his own head anymore? What's up?"

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

The Seer chuckled.

Would you prefer something more substantial than tea, then?

The tea disappears, replaced by a glass tumbler and a bottle of a finely aged liquor, similar to the one the Seer himself was drinking. Were Dean to try it, he would find it similar to brandy, though somewhat stronger.

I simply wish to inquire upon the state of the crew's preparations.

[bonnypiperlad]

There's a certain strange comfort to the rocky landscape for Jamie, and he doesn't mind the wandering at all. The fortress is rather more intimidating - but even if he hadn't felt compelled to enter, he probably would have anyway just to take a look around.

He doesn't look too happy, however, as the door vanishes. He takes a step forward, about to demand to be told what is going on, when he is greeted by a familiar voice. Jamie looks surprised, and plunks down in the offered seat rather gracelessly.

"Och, so that's what ye look like."

He never did ask the Seer to show himself last time.

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

The Seer chuckles slightly.

I suppose my appearence isn't entirely all that suprising, is it?

Hooded robes were typically a staple of mysterious creepy guys.

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

Jamie experiences a moment of panic as the darkness envelops him, wondering if his sleeping mind has wandered back someplace he thought he'd escaped long ago. The feeling only abates a little as he catches sight of the shrouded form on the far side of the table, and he takes his time approaching the open seat and perching on its edge, studying the figure warily.

Finally he drums his fingers against one knee, agitated. "Um. Who're you? And why am I here?"

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

I am known as the Seer, and I merely wish to chat, if you are so inclined.

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

Roxie's entry is rather more deliberate than that of most of the others.

She sits, her red cloak settling around her. She's wearing her ivory-and-silver circlet, and a brass ring on one finger... but there's something new. A golf-ball-size iron orb covered in tiny runes is slowly orbiting around her head. And there's the faint impression of something almost moving under her cloak, as if there's another living thing under there...

"How long?"

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

Not very.

I am aware you have attempted to try and capture one of the King's servants. Have you been successful?

[found-myway.livejournal.com]

"You."

Zuko is not the best of guests on a good day, and he has not been having a good time lately.

"I've been looking for you. You have something to do with the A- Aang."

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

Then he's lucky the Seer's such a gracious host.

Indeed. He is an ally of mine.

[on_errantry]

Rhiow's dreams had been fairly neutral of late, but she had been careful not to become complacent. The Nightmare King was still out there, and she was not deluded into thinking that he would be through after his first round of horrid dreams.

But this one was different - she didn't recognize anything around her, and as she trotted through the door, the ehhif-shaped figure at the table seemed less human and more spirit to her.

She leapt up on the table rather than settling in the chair - rude by human standards, perhaps, but there really was no other way for her to comfortably converse with the man. "Dai Stihó, and well met on errantry. I'm Rhiow."

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

Good evening, my dear. I am known as the Seer.

Can I interest you in anything while we chat? Tea?

...Cream, perhaps?

You'll have to excuse him. He's never had to entertain a cat before.

[am-alwaysfree.livejournal.com]

The setting of this dream was different than the previous one, and part of Mal was glad that it was. He was glad to see that this was not a battlefield, and that no one was hurling insults at him.

Even so, he had no idea who the person was that was addressing him, but he admitted that dreams didn't always make sense. Mal eyed the robed person suspiciously, but he didn't seem to be that dangerous (although he could be hiding weapons under his robes), so he slowly took the empty seat.

"What's this all about?"

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

Greetings, Captain.

I am the one known as the Seer.

[twin-fans.livejournal.com]

He'd been trying to stave off the bad dreams by, well. Not sleeping. It hadn't helped much, every night made him revisit some horror he could wish he'd forgotten.

Kazami Shiro's life was built on horror. These nightmares, so far, were just uncomfortable reminders of a world now dead.

Actually, that's exactly what this landscape makes him think of. A dead world. The air is heavy, difficult to breathe, and the area around him seems desolate. As if all life had been scoured from the area. Still, he wanders, wary of any traps. He stops at the tower, staring at the entrance. The symbol that alarms him the most is the double-headed eagle. It strongly (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tiElVR7sbyE/SvFdD1wRLTI/AAAAAAAAC2g/DRmogcTIqPI/s400/Shocker+Rider+Logo.JPG) resembled (http://www.henshinhalloffame.com/riders/shocker8.jpg) other (http://www.henshinhalloffame.com/riders/gelshocker2.jpg) organizations he'd heard of or fought against. Clenching his jaw, prepared for anything, he stalks into the tower, wandering through the halls.

Of course, 'prepared for anything' really means 'prepared for an attack of some kind'. Not 'Prepare for tea'. He blinks in shock at the scene, clearing his throat. "...I'm sorry?"

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

Then he isn't prepared for anything, is he?

Go on. Feel free to sit.

I'm not your enemy.

[governmentninja]

Well... this was less worse than zombie tofu, at least.

"And who are you?"

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

I am known to this crew as the Seer.

Would you like anything while we chat? You strike me more as the type to prefer coffee more than tea, looking at you now.