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trans_92010-01-15 01:25 am
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One man's mosoleum is another man's home
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!]
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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"Many of the crew seems to have taken their own preparations in as a personal manner. The Magical Department is working around the clock to assist anyone who might be affected." He took another sip. "I've also begun to experience the nightmares, slow, non-threatening, but still disturbing."
He sipped once more. "I've opened my doors to my magic school in order to allow anyone who seeks solace and company during the trying times to room together. It's worked so far."
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And what is your view on this whole situation?
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He smiled. "And I believe in these people. I don't know why but those who I have met have inspired me, and I've done as much as I can to support them, not being a leading man."
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"I cannot speak for the rest of the crew, but I myself believe that in the end, we'll be able to fight and win. Call it... a hunch." he smiled at that, taking a sip of his drink.
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So, you would say that the overall mental state of the crew is positive, yes?
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He smirked. "Besides, I am not letting anyone march into the belly of the beast. Not without me at their side."
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He picks his glass up again, taking a sip, before leaning back slightly in his chair.
I have asked of what I wished to know. You are free to stay and chat, if you wish.
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"I'd like that," said Matt as he set his cup down. "I'm Matt Olsen, friend to many and boyfriend to Will Vandom."
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For the time being, I am known as the Seer, for I cannot yet speak my true name.
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It is more of a hassle being the dark, mysterious storm crow giving out cryptic warnings than one might imagine.
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He shook his head ruefully. "It's why people like myself exist; to get into the middle of things when the people who cannot need our aid. So far it's worked."
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At times, however, I have learned that a mere crumb of knowledge can be more enlightening than the greatest libraries.
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"I just wish there was more I could do," sighed Matt. "I don't want to leave anyone feeling left out. It's not in my nature. I'm friend to everyone, if they like it or not." And he grinned rakishly. "I've sent an open invite for anyone who wants to learn magic come to the Bus but other than that, I dunno what else I could do but be a open ear for everyone."
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And he grinned. "And you're welcome to visit and relax if you ever wish, Seer."
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I may take you up on that offer sometime, then.
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