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- !plot: at the mountains of madness,
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- malcolm reynolds,
- matt olsen,
- muraki,
- nura nal-dox,
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Beyond the Walls of Sleep
Slowly but surely, the nightmares have been chipping away at the mental defenses of the crew.
Even those who attempt to stay awake to avoid the nightmares find themselves too on-edge to completely concentrate their defenses.
And the Nightmare King has not been idle during all this, no. He has been slowly feeding off the crew, gathering his strength so that he may yet break free from his prison.
And he now uses that new found power, reaching out to affect the minds of the crew even in the waking world. Even those avoiding sleep will find themselves drifting in and out of their nightmares, bringing everyone a taste of despair.
After all, no one can escape the grasp of the King of Nightmares.
No one.
[ooc: OH NOEZ. As you can guess, the Nightmare King is getting stronger. As such, the crew will start experiencing waking dreams. These are much more subtle than the normal nightmares, however, and are more so depressing and surreal than actually brain-breaking. Mostly they would be miserable versions of the character's normal life, or perhaps even their life on the ship.]
Even those who attempt to stay awake to avoid the nightmares find themselves too on-edge to completely concentrate their defenses.
And the Nightmare King has not been idle during all this, no. He has been slowly feeding off the crew, gathering his strength so that he may yet break free from his prison.
And he now uses that new found power, reaching out to affect the minds of the crew even in the waking world. Even those avoiding sleep will find themselves drifting in and out of their nightmares, bringing everyone a taste of despair.
After all, no one can escape the grasp of the King of Nightmares.
No one.
[ooc: OH NOEZ. As you can guess, the Nightmare King is getting stronger. As such, the crew will start experiencing waking dreams. These are much more subtle than the normal nightmares, however, and are more so depressing and surreal than actually brain-breaking. Mostly they would be miserable versions of the character's normal life, or perhaps even their life on the ship.]
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"This time will be different," her voice still echoed in his head. After everyone else who had hurt him, betrayed him, abandoned him, that she would be the one to stay with him. She would love him, forever.
He believed her. He loved her. He tried so hard to be a better man for her, too. He gave her everything she wanted. He gave her the world...
But it wasn't enough. Eyes that used to look upon him with love and affection now stared coldly and blankly out the window, watching the scenery scroll by with utter disinterest. This wasn't a marriage anymore, this was just a show. A sham.
They barely spoke anymore. He couldn't even remember the last time they kissed. Funny how everything else he had seemed so hollow now.
Where had he gone wrong? Had he gone wrong? Or were all his relationships destined to fall apart?
Lex was jolted out of his thoughts as the limo they were in slowed and came to a stop. Moments later, the door was opened. "Mr. President, Madam First Lady," the two were greeted.
Lex looked out at the throng of photographers that lined the red carpet. Both he and his wife took a breath, and did their best to look like they were actually happy to be there, to be with each other.
The show must go on, after all.
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But someone in the crowd wasn't shouting, or moving, or flashing lights or calling his name. Her face wasn't blurring in that way dreams have of marking things as unimportant, of fading the details so that they mean nothing. In the noisy silence, dressed wholly wrong for a red carpet gala, was Motoko Kusanagi, staring at him with those inhuman, arresting red eyes, as if to comment on his hubris.
Because even when there were no words exchanged, even in your dreams, somebody'll sneak up and write "Fuck you" right under your nose.
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There was something about her. Something familiar, though he couldn't place it.
"Uh, Mr. President," his bodyguard spoke to him. He was out in the open enough as it was, standing still wasn't a good idea. He was ushered along, to the inside for another in a seemingly endless series of black tie events.
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Motoko paced through the shadowy crowd as if at will, against the clawing pressure of the mob as if it had been water rather than whatever dreams conjured in place of real flesh. Just a simulation, a very poorly conceived hack-in to inform a mind unused to seeing them. Besides, if she got more than a certain distance from Luthor, she'd probably be booted into something a good deal nastier than just sneaking into a party. Some warning pinged in her cyberbrain, far away. Dammit. Damn, there wasn't time for this!
Screw it. The Major drew her gun and in one fluid motion stepped into the lee of the doorway and began firing. Secret Service, my ass. Could they hold up against someone who could fire faster than they could aim?
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Shots were fired, blood was splattered, and bodies fell to the ground. And through all of it, Lex felt nothing.
When it was all said and done, Lex looked at the carnage, his eyes lingering on the fallen body of his wife, the First Lady. And still, even then, he felt nothing. No pain, no anger, no regret.
Hadn't he loved her? He had since he met her at...
at... um....
Lex looked at her with more curiosity now, than anything else. Her face was a lost memory now, as was her name, and everything else about her. Had he ever loved her? Had he ever known her?
Finally, he looked back at the gunwoman, the cameras and the crowds forgotten about for the moment. As more and more of the dream faded away, reality started to intrude on his consciousness.
"Major," he said, in that calm tone of his. "You certainly have a way of getting my attention."
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She needed him."I'll be right there."
As for how, Lex bit the inside of his cheek, and that little burst of pain was enough to wake him up fully. Now out of the dreamscape, and currently in the lounge, he made his to neuropathy.
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She needed him.He looked at the console next to her, than back at her. So many secrets, ripe for the taking. It would be so easy...
Lex started on the console, and managed to bring up the port that connected the Major to Stacy. He hesitated for a brief moment, as if asking himself if he really wanted to do this. But that was the decision he made. So with a simple press of a button...
...he closed off that connection, then unplugged the Major from Stacy.
Nothing that was easy was worth having anyway.
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She blinked, finding herself just as she'd been left and after a moment, turned her head to look at him. Well, what do you know, he's not completely worthless. She might just...
"Luthor," almost demure, that calm greeting, as if Lex hadn't taken the Nightmare King's conduit into Stacy's own mind away. Leave alone the Major's vulnerability, we don't talk about that, "Thank you."
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"Are you all right?"
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It's all in the implications. Maybe she'd break his nose, just for the hell of it.
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Then she turned and calmly spooled the wire, pocketed it and left without another glance. Repression was par for the course.