I can feel the madness slowly creeping in...

[cityship]

It is that time again, meatship.

Once again, the King of Nightmares has deigned to spread his touch to all of your dreams.

This time, however, he has decided to give them a much more personal touch, sending his very own children to visit each and every one of you, slowly sowing the seeds of madness within all of you.

Such a kind and loving king he is, isn't he?

[ooc: Alright folks, Nightmare King is ramping things up a bit. These nightmares are a good bit more dangerous now, and he's sending in his minions to make things a little more real. The nightmares will be of a much more serious nature this time, designed to start driving the crew slowly insane. Characters are more likely to run into nightmare minions in the guise of someone or something that will tug at the edges of their sanity. Also, this time, the characters can have joint dreams, as these nightmares are of a more mystical nature this time. Once again, tagging in isn't mandatory, but if you want to, go crazy (literally)!]

[Additional Note: Any injuries won't be carrying over to real life at this point in the plot but don't worry, we'll get there eventually!]

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[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

There is a smile. Then it's as if a switch is flicked. There is lucidity.

It had taken me years to truly understand that.

And the voice she hears is older now, not a child's high voice. He is aware it's a dream now.

But it's easy to fall back into the past while dreaming, and forget how it's changed.

Had it ever changed.

My species was stagnant.

Of course, he is responsible for that, at least partly, with his time travel hijinks, but they had always stagnated. They were paralyzed by fear of the very unknown that they had devoted themselves as a species to exploring.

They feared change. I was change.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

'People always fear change. That's not something specific to one group. However, it is those that adapt to new circumstances that ultimately benefit most from them. A self-destructive state.'

Lazy philosophy, she knows, but Motoko is hardly more than idle now that she's achieved her goal. Her voice is calm and smooth, like examining light tinted through a glass of wine.

'Dreams have their uses, but dreams are meaningful when you work toward them in the real world. If you merely live within the dreams of other people it's no different from being dead.'

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

It's a living death.

Something he hasn't ever admitted once to the Legion, but he is here, dreaming, buried deep in his true thoughts. He's honest here.

It was a nightmare.

He struggles to get free, but the grasp of his people is unflinching.

Perhaps it's still a nightmare."

They won't let him go.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

'Calm down. 'Twelfth-level' or not, you're still not very accomplished at thinking on your feet, are you?'

As with a fly trapped in a spider web, thrashing randomly would only get him more caught. How many fish had died the same, blind death? They couldn't free themselves, and it was only when another hand disentangled them or cut the lines, one by one, that they could be loosed.

'Here, let me.'