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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-02-18 05:11 pm

From Beyond

The crew will see them slinking off, disappearing around hallways--shifting shadow shapes and the backs of heads ducking around corners. They're always people they think they know. Dead loved ones, perhaps, or loved ones they're not sure are dead or alive. They lead crew members into dangerous places, sudden drops, parts of Stacy where things can go wrong.

And they do go wrong. Floors drop out. Ducts become damaged somehow, invisibly, and suddenly spew hot steam. Around the children, items slam into walls--poltergeist activity.

Whether these are really those lost souls, or just illusions, is hard to tell. Either way, those that are part-ghost or have supernatural powers will have a helluva workout. The upside is the presence of the ghosts might disrupt the Waking Dreams to allow people to escape them more easily.

Which is good because the dreams will start to cause injuries now. Real ones.

And refusing to go to sleep doesn't save you when the dreams can happen while you're awake.

[ooc: Waking dreams will continue--and start causing injuries. Furthermore, ghostly apparitions will start to cause poltergeist activity and lead the crew into danger. Start to raise the alarm, meatship. It's starting.]

[identity profile] just-like-daddy.livejournal.com 2010-02-19 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
Russel checked his pace, and headed toward her. "Elisa, this place is more dangerous than it looks, we can't play games right now..." he told her. He walked toward her calmly.

But he had no idea there was a hole in the roof halfway between them. All he knew was that he was suddenly off-balance, something that didn't happen very often. It was something he prided himself on. Air rushed past his ears. Looking up, he didn't see the jagged cutout of the roof that the dream had hidden. He landed on some kind of debris awkwardly. A sickening crunch accompanied the snapping of his arm as the rest of his weight crushed it between his body and the debris. He cried out in pain briefly, and rolled onto his back. He glanced at the wound. He was pretty sure bones were supposed to stay inside his body. He cringed at the sight, but now he had another concern.

"Fletcher! Stop!" he screamed as loud as he could. "Go back the exact way we just came! It's just a dream! She's not really there!" Curse his stupidity for falling for it in the first place.
greennotgold: (sksdjnjkcnksdfl)

[personal profile] greennotgold 2010-02-19 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
Fletcher followed after Russel as he approached their friend, but stopped short when the older boy vanished from sight. He heard a crash and a scream, and flinched when he heard Russel's voice. He looked around for its source, but it was nowhere to be found. But those words... He looked back over to Elisa again, but she was no longer anywhere to be seen. Trying his best not to panic, he turned tail and headed back toward the door to the stairway. Russel wouldn't lead him astray. He knew that much.

"Brother!" he called out as he descended the stairs. What was all of this? A dream, Russel had said... but where had Russel gone? He was too scared all of a sudden that he couldn't piece it together. Not until he reached the bottom of the stairs and saw Russel lying on his back. "Brother!" He ran to his side and crouched beside him.

[identity profile] just-like-daddy.livejournal.com 2010-02-19 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
Good, he made it down safely. The pain was obvious on his face, but he pushed his mind past it. "This is all just a dream," he replied. Which meant his arm wasn't really broken, either. It sure hurt like it. "This is just Stacy, this isn't real," he insisted. Now was when the building was supposed to reveal its true state and this pain was supposed go away, right?
greennotgold: (Quit picking on me!)

[personal profile] greennotgold 2010-02-19 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
A dream... that made sense. There's no way they'd have missed seeing Elisa if she'd really been podpopped. Fletcher nodded, fighting back the tears.

He looked up, and now he could see the hole in the ceiling. It wasn't the only one, either; it was littered with holes, a veritable minefield. It was sheer luck that Fletcher had made it down safely. "I... I think I'm awake now, Brother." But when he looked down at Russel, the wound remained.

[identity profile] just-like-daddy.livejournal.com 2010-02-19 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
Up was really the only direction he could look in, he was still working on getting his breath back. He, too, saw the reappearance of the holes in the decrepit old building. He glanced at his arm. It was only that, because he immediately flinched and looked away again. Why was it still there? His knuckles had stopped bleeding when he'd run into that other kid earlier. It didn't make any sense.

He pushed himself up with his other arm. "Help me up, Fletcher," he told him, holding his good hand out. He had to find the answer to this.
greennotgold: (Uh-oh)

[personal profile] greennotgold 2010-02-19 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
He took Russel's good hand in both of his own and stood, to help him get to his feet. As much as he didn't want it to, it made sense. "You... you really fell," he stammered. He couldn't get out any more words than that, but he hoped his meaning was clear enough. He flinched when his eyes landed on that arm again; just looking at the bone sticking out was painful.

[identity profile] just-like-daddy.livejournal.com 2010-02-19 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah..." he said. He had to address that as soon as possible. He wasn't looking forward to it, but it had to be done. "Uh... don't look." He reached over to it, and clamped his eyes shut. He took a moment to brace himself. He grit his teeth and gave the bone a push back to where it was supposed to be. He tried to bear it, but he soon let out a cry that was uncharacteristically high-pitched. Tears came from the corners of his eyes from the intensity of the pain. After a moment, finally that sweet numbness came back, and he released the breath that he'd been holding. And the bleeding had gotten worse.

"Take the strap off the bag," he said to Fletcher, breathlessly. "Tie it around as tight as you can." Sadly, he knew the boy was pretty capable of this from mishaps in Mugear's lab.
greennotgold: (Alone)

[personal profile] greennotgold 2010-02-19 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Fletcher obediently closed his eyes when Russel instructed him to, but he could still hear the sound of Russel setting his own bone, and the shout that he made when he did. He could see it as clear as day in his mind's eye, and he let out a small cry of his own.

He was shaking, but he knew he had to help. He acted on autopilot, opening his eyes and removing the strap from Russel's messenger bag, and wrapping it around the wounded area of his arm. He wasn't even really thinking about his own actions; he was watching them from somewhere far away. All the better. He was less likely to mess it up this way.

[identity profile] just-like-daddy.livejournal.com 2010-02-19 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Once Fletcher was done, he curled his good arm around his shoulder. His hands were cold and shaking from the shock of the injury, and not to mention bloody, but he was steady on his feet. "I'll be alright," he told him. He was oblivious occasionally, but that much he could read.

"Let's head back. There should be someone at the Medbay," he said, starting to pick his way through the building, his hand clamped to his arm.
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[personal profile] greennotgold 2010-02-19 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Fletcher stuck close to Russel, nodded in answer, and wrapped an arm around his waist to help support him as they walked. Russel might be okay now, but this was bad. This meant... "It's... it's tricking us while we're awake," he reasoned, voice shaking.

[identity profile] just-like-daddy.livejournal.com 2010-02-19 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, it is," he confirmed. "I ran into another guy earlier and we were both having the same problem. But the wounds disappeared before..." He was kind of glad it was just Fletcher here. It was a pretty embarrassing blunder to make.
greennotgold: (It's dangerous to go alone.)

[personal profile] greennotgold 2010-02-19 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Fletcher sniffled a little, but he had to stay strong. He had to get Russel to the medical area. "We're-- we're gonna figure it out, right? It's going to stop soon, right?" Maybe then Russel's arm would heal itself...

[identity profile] just-like-daddy.livejournal.com 2010-02-20 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Everyone's working on it. There's too many people here to just let this get us like this." His voice was shakey, but he was pushing himself past it. This wasn't the worst wound he'd ever suffered.
greennotgold: (r // Desperation)

[personal profile] greennotgold 2010-02-20 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Mm..." Fletcher nodded. He supposed that was true. But his other hand went to grip Russel's shirt as they made their way to the tubes that would take them to MedBay.
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[personal profile] deep_sky_diving 2010-02-21 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
They're not the only ones traveling the ship, though. Tess happens to be around, in fact, moving cautiously in her form-fitting, space-age suit. The slight heels the suit currently has click lightly against the floor, and the helmet is closed—Fletcher will likely recognize the suit, but to Russel there might be anything under the female but inhuman form.

[identity profile] just-like-daddy.livejournal.com 2010-02-22 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Russel noticed there was someone around, but not who it was. He was more focused on keeping steady. But there was someone walking along ahead of them. He wasn't sure if they were real or not, but it was a chance he was willing to take. "Hey!" he called out, sounding exhausted.
Edited 2010-02-22 04:55 (UTC)
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[personal profile] greennotgold 2010-02-22 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Fletcher's eyes widened when he caught sight of the woman. He did know that suit, though he'd only seen it once before. Could it really be...? "Ms. Tess?" he called.
deep_sky_diving: (seeing all the stars)

[personal profile] deep_sky_diving 2010-02-22 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
"—Fletcher!" Tess says, her voice amplifying through the suit perfectly despite the helmet still being closed. "Russel—are you two okay?" She hurries forward. The slightly exaggerated motion of her head looking between Fletcher and Russel makes up at least a little for the lack of eye contact.

[identity profile] just-like-daddy.livejournal.com 2010-02-22 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
He looked a bit relieved that it was her, not a stranger. "Yeah. If it's normal to have your arm in two pieces..." he said, smirking a bit, but he was tired, clearly.
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[personal profile] greennotgold 2010-02-22 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Brother's hurt..." Fletcher didn't mean to whimper it out, it just sort of happened. "We got stuck in a nightmare and-- and he fell."
deep_sky_diving: (seeing all the stars)

[personal profile] deep_sky_diving 2010-02-22 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Which one's the good... here, let me help," she says, sliding in to nudge Fletcher out of the way so she can wrap her arm around Russel's waist, preempting Fletcher's role as his physical support. She is, at least, very stable—she could probably even pick him up and carry him, in fact, if he could manage to suffer the indignity.

[identity profile] just-like-daddy.livejournal.com 2010-02-22 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Even in this situation, that indignity would not be tolerated. "...Thanks..." he said, sincerely. His skin was cold to the touch, and he was pale from the shock of the injury, so it was clear he was putting a braver face on.
greennotgold: (Worrying)

[personal profile] greennotgold 2010-02-22 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Fletcher backed away to let Tess move in, and he wrung his hands nervously. If it came right down to it, he could probably scold Russel into allowing Tess to carry him. His health came first.
Edited 2010-02-22 06:39 (UTC)
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[personal profile] deep_sky_diving 2010-02-22 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
The skin of Tess' suit is actually warm to the touch—not overly so, but the pleasant body-temperature warm of actual skin, a side effect of the cleverly-engineered cooling system. But that doesn't leave it any less sensitive. "You're in circulatory shock," she observes. There's something a little weird in her voice... "Looks like we're all heading to the med bay." Her tone stays cheerful and energetic, but—huh? And why has she left the helmet sealed?

[identity profile] just-like-daddy.livejournal.com 2010-02-22 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
Questions like that are far from his mind right now. And even normally, he doesn't know enough about the girl to raise questions like that. "Yeah, I know," he replied. "Looks like at least anatomy is universal," he commented, as though he was trying to prove that he wasn't too bad off. It was easier to lean on her than on Fletcher, though, so he took advantage of it. Her body was nice and warm, though...

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