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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-01-16 10:54 pm

I can feel the madness slowly creeping in...

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!]
deep_sky_diving: (I feel so overdressed)

[personal profile] deep_sky_diving 2010-01-19 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Thankyuh, Miku," Tess says, her voice quiet and a little creaky. Her throat is dry, ugh. She stretches, wiggling her gloved fingers as she tries to get herself arranged more comfortably. "Who is it?" she calls quietly, not taking the time to actually glance over herself as she stretches again, trying to work an odd, uncomfortable kink out of her back.

[identity profile] novembersghost.livejournal.com 2010-01-19 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
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Nova stopped her banging, folding her arms and waiting until the door was opened. She'd caught that thought from the girl after all. Who gave a damn if she was rude? The only time she'd ever felt thoughts as muffled as Tess was from resocialized marines. The girl's seemed slightly different, but if someone was resocializing people on the ship, she was going to find out. And she was going to kill them.

Hearing the girl's voice, she called back through the door. "You don't know me. My name is Nova. I detected your mental distress and came running." A pause. Should she apologise? Probably. But goddamn she didn't have to like it. "I'm sorry for the ruckus. I was worried."

Though the exact reasons behind her distress would be kept only to herself for now.

[identity profile] ghost-bait.livejournal.com 2010-01-19 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Miku gave a damn if someone was rude and, from her understanding of the situation, without reason. In fact, it was the very first time she'd ever been so irritated with someone in a long, long while.

"Well, please come in, Nova-san, but Tess-chan is okay, now." Miku said politely, and stepped back from the door to allow the other woman entry. It had to be Tess she was talking about because Miku hadn't suffered from any 'mental distress'. Or maybe Nova-san was mental. Who knew on this ship?
deep_sky_diving: (I see you)

[personal profile] deep_sky_diving 2010-01-20 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
Tess stands, finally, though she's still stretching. That voice, it's—

Her eyes go wide. Near-instantly, in the span of only a few seconds, her mindset reconfigures into a defensive posture, snapping out of the haze of unhappy sleep with a sharp self-infliction of a cocktail of neurochemicals. Her blood pressure skyrockets. It takes long moments of silent conscious thought, watching Nova, to convince the Friendlies plugged into her that this isn't some multisequence malicious brainhack being performed through some unknown vector. The hackles raised in her mind slowly smooth again, but the savantic pattern-processing subsystems strewn through her nervous system, now wakened, stay at full alert.

"I'm fine," she says, the conscious parts of her mind trying to figure out the bizarre dream meeting while the unconscious parts of her mind-extended mind, with the way it stretches into a tangled web with the Friendlies throughout her—more intimately examine every detail of the situation, concocting strange patterns and then discarding them when they don't fit any of the methods of thought-injection or mind-twisting she's familiar with.

[identity profile] novembersghost.livejournal.com 2010-01-20 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
Nova stepped in, nodding to Miku. She knew the girl was irritated, she even knew that she wasn't the type to get irritated. A simple sweep of her mind revealed that much. But she didn't have the time, or the inclination to bother about someone's feelings. Not at the moment. The worrisome topic was the mind of the other girl. Tess.

When the girl's thoughts jumped into clarity like that, the Ghost whipped her head around, piercing green eyes scanning Tess' face through her armor. The girl's eyes were wide and she was clearly in some distress. The tiny voices in her head seemed to be keening in unison. She didn't speak, though a frown creased her brow as she 'watched' the girls thoughts smoothed over. Slowly she began to hear two distinct sets of 'voices.' One seemed to belong to Tess herself, while the others. Well, she wasn't sure what they were yet. They obviously weren't some form of resocialization. At least, not any she'd come across before. But then, what were they? And why were they in high alert?

A pause when the girl spoke. "Are you sure?" While she was loathe to reveal her abilities, is seemed necessary for the situation. At least, if she was going to find out what was going on. It may not have been the tactically correct move to make, but she had other surprises. So she tilted her head a moment before speaking again.

"I'm sorry for barging in. I'm sure some explanation is in order. To begin with, I'm a telepath. During that nightmare, I felt your mind. It seemed clouded, muffled almost." A pause. "Where I'm from, that's usually a sign that a person's mind has been tampered with. However, now that I listen closer, you seem to have two sets of thoughts. Is that...normal for you?"

[identity profile] ghost-bait.livejournal.com 2010-01-20 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
And in the middle of this, stands Miku, who managed to look entirely perplexed by the whole business. So this woman was listening to Tess-san's mind? How... odd. And that was coming from the same girl who had to listen to the dead's whispers over and over depending which part of Stacy she had to go through. It was getting easier to block them out, but...

Right. Back on subject. Miku stepped over and rejoined Tess, still perplexed-looking. Her friend came first before her own curiosity.
deep_sky_diving: (smile)

[personal profile] deep_sky_diving 2010-01-22 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Tess' eyes narrow slightly. Not quite upset, but close—she's taking what Nova's saying at face value, for the moment (though that buzzy, inhuman train of thought in the back of her mind is still trying to hyper-analyze everything. "It's my Friendlies. Plenty've people got 'em, it's what makes shipsuitin' possible." She glances down at the odd, snug pressure-suit-thing she's wearing. "I'm plenty fine. I was just havin' a bad dream, that was all 'bout it." An extremely bad dream, though it seems like her mood and mindset have already recovered from it. Odd, that—it's the kind of mental whiplash that would normally suggest some kind of disorder.