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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-02-06 12:58 am

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.]
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[personal profile] crusades 2010-02-07 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Alfred sneers, his grasp slipping, "Do you see, master Bruce? Do you see where your idle fantasies will get you? I am going to die because you couldn't be happy with having everything. I gave you a chance to be free of this wretched curse of yours, to have them live again. And yet you still wish to be someone exciting?!"

It's not 'Master Bruce' that steps out of the car and strikes 'Alfred' across the jaw, "I never did."

He hears the sound of gunfire. Two shots in the night, and then he wakes up.

[identity profile] standaloneshell.livejournal.com 2010-02-07 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Damn, the silent curse as the dream lifted away like wind-blown smoke with Bruce's waking, and another reformed around her, drifting from mind-to-mind, unable to wake in the sense-deadened state of brain-diving. She hadn't had time to tell him the danger.

Nevermind. On to the next, you wiley bastard.