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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.]

[identity profile] trenchcoatange1.livejournal.com 2010-02-08 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
A few feet behind her captor, standing just slightly off to one side, stands a man in a trench coat that Beckett has not yet met--at least, not formally. His expression is blank as he stares directly into the detective's eyes. He couldn't be an accomplice, could he?

"Stand up," the man ordered.

[identity profile] wearsagun.livejournal.com 2010-02-08 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Beckett narrowed her eyes as a second man stepped up. Where did he come from? She hadn't even noticed his approach. But there he was, and ordering her to stand up.

She complied, reluctantly, thinking that this did not look good. "Who are you?"

[identity profile] trenchcoatange1.livejournal.com 2010-02-09 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
The man in the trench coat approached her, taking deliberate steps, until he was standing next to her captor. If the captor noticed, he did nothing nor showed any sign.

"A friend," Castiel answered before lifting his hand and placing two fingers on Beckett's forehead. A burst of white light would flash before her eyes and, when it was gone, she would find herself back inside the fleshy ship with the same man in a trench coat standing in front of her.

[identity profile] wearsagun.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
That was... strange. Beckett was taken by surprise by the sudden change in scene; she blinked a few times, and then glanced around her warily, looking to see if the man who had threatened her was still there.

He was not, but the other man who had intervened was. "What was that? And how did you know how to get us out of there?" She crossed her arms, ignoring the fact that her hands were shaking slightly. The encounter had unsettled her quite a bit because of how realistic it had felt.

"I don't think we've met," Beckett added after about a minute. "I'm Kate Beckett."