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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on Aug 29, 2013 15:39:53 GMT -8
tagged: reit, sylph. time: May 12th 2012, 1:30. speech: hayden. notes: shit post "I- I don't know," Hayden managed to sputter out. "If you're going crazy, I'm probably going crazy here with you, he gulped, covering his mouth and nose with his hands. Where were they? What were they doing? Most of all, why-- why had there been such a large jump in time between now and when they'd first met? Hayden glanced up towards Bailey, eyes swimming with panic and fear. This sounded a lot like the game that Gabi had told him about, where the memories of the children had been erased and they were forced to kill each other. He didn't want to have to kill anyone, not at all-- that would have been bad. Did he know Bailey more than he did now? What was even going on? Hayden took in a deep breath. Breathe, Hayden, breathe, he thought to himself, removing his hands from his mouth.
"Bailey, we... We have to find some way to get Julie and her brother out of here," he muttered. The boy was saying something, but Hayden wasn't sure what it was. It all seemed fuzzy. "Crazy or not crazy, I- I don't think having anyone here in jail is a good idea, not at all. Isn't that right?" he asked, turning around to face the white-haired man. "Is there any way to break someone out of jail without breaking the law--" Hayden began, but that was when he noticed that the white-haired man seemed a little off, his eyes not meeting anyone's gaze.
"Are you okay?"
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Post by BAILEY WHELAN on Sept 2, 2013 17:11:15 GMT -8
tagged: fate, mikhail, hayden. time: may 12, 2012 - 1:30AM. speech: bailey. notes: please pm if there's issues. Bailey winced as he prodded at his head, not really understanding why it felt like someone was... tinkering in there. Or not even someone. Just this bizarre sensation of things being pushed around and poked at, as if there was something that was being wedged into there and -- what? Did Callum and Juliette seriously steal the last bag of candy in existence? Seriously? And this was why they were in jail? Something about candy suddenly being the scarcest thing in the world now? Even more so than whatever it was before? And somehow, this had been going on for months? At least, that was what his brain was trying to tell him. It... seemed reasonable. Sort of. Reasonable enough that it wasn't setting any alarm bells off in his head right now. Not that there weren't alarm bell going off already as it was.
Unaware that this was his own dream logic working against him, Bailey said to Callum, "Okay, Cal, I know you love me and all and thank you for thinking of me, but seriously, you could have just gotten me a box of popsicles or something. Did you know that this was going to land you in jail? Wait -- don't tell me you forgot that candy is so scarce now that stealing it is a life-sentence!" He would have gone on trying to dig out Callum's reasoning for stealing the illegal bag of candy, but seeing as how Callum and Juliette weren't the only friends of his around right now, he was also dividing his attention over to Hayden as well. And oh, poor Hayden -- he looked just as distressed right now, and all things considered... okay, Bailey Whelan, think. Think for just a moment. Backtrack and -- what? Brother? Juliette's brother -- oh. Oh. "... Hayden, I'd hate to break it to you, but they're not siblings."
But Hayden was right. They had to get Callum and Juliette out. Even if they did just steal a bag of candy for him. No, but seriously, how did they forget that this whole shitstorm with the candy was going on? Surely, they must have remembered how he'd reacted. Oh, he was sure that he had reacted in an uncharacteristically dramatic fashion, because good god, no more candy, what a terrible thought -- except he couldn't recall how he reacted to that news. Which was really strange. Because he was sure that he would remembered that major of a would-be breakdown. And wouldn't that mean that Herschel's would have gone out of business? Or at least Mr. and Mrs. Herschel would have had their shop confiscated or something along those lines? It was a candy store, after all. But then again, he couldn't remember anything like that happening either. He had no recollection.
"Unfortunately, there's no not illegal way of breaking someone out of jail," Bailey replied to Hayden, pinching at the bridge of his nose. If he couldn't remember anything about how this whole candy fiasco thing was affecting his life aside from a.) the fact that it had happened, and b.) Callum and Julie being in jail because of a bag of Pick-N-Mix, then maybe Hayden had an idea? It was worth a shot asking, because Bailey sure as hell wasn't able to fit together the puzzle pieces of the past few month's supposed horrors that most likely had resulted from the sudden disappearance of candy worldwide. Might as well ask the other man too, seeing as how he probably would have heard about it even if he wasn't a candy fanatic like Bailey was -- there were some rather large companies out there who had entire divisions dedicated to candy, and something like this would have been a big enough financial setback for them to have made prime-time news headlines.
Not to mention that Hayden was had apparently just asked the man if he was okay. Well, alright then. Fine. The only way to find out was to ask, after all. "Okay, so, both of you, once we know whether or not... the older gentleman is alright," Bailey began, addressing both Hayden and the pale stranger directly now. "Quick question -- does anyone else remember anything about there being something about candy becoming so rare that stealing it is punishable by serving life term in prison? Also, is there anything about a Herschel's Candy being affected by the aforementioned? Sorry, I know that my main priority should be getting those two idiots --" Bailey jabbed a thumb in Callum and Juliette's direction. " -- out of there, but I really would like to know if anyone else remembers the thing about the candy?" He would get to the bottom of this -- he needed to, for his sanity's sake.
"Because I do, but... nothing else," Bailey continued. "That's all I remember from the past several months. I can't remember how I reacted to the news, or even where I heard the news. Just that it happened -- the last thing I can remember before that is that I was watching television after a not-so-good day. But that was back in May." Why... was he zooming in on that particular day in May though? Aside from it having not been such a nice day, there wasn't anything else particularly... special about it? He didn't know if it bothered him more now that he had figured out the thing with the candy scarcity crisis or whatever it was called, but couldn't match it up to anything else that had happened. Yes, he was distressed about the candy, very much so, but good god, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't distressed about the massive gaps in his memories too. Several months was a very long time to forget about for absolutely no apparent reason whatsoever.
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Post by F A T E on Sept 5, 2013 3:52:50 GMT -8
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Confusion. That was it? Confusion.
Well, she probably shouldn't have expected anything else, after all, it was a lot to take in. And a little unbelievable, even, according to the logic of their world.
All she did in response to the (rather logical) posing of the question from the dreamer is to try and shift some of the memories around in his head (after all, they were all in his head) to try to convince the others about the huge candy disappearance.
Which, in all honesty, was really silly.
this is basically a skip, you can go on.
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Sept 5, 2013 7:44:48 GMT -8
tagged: hayden and bailey. time: late. notes: notes. If Mikhail had been paying attention, he probably would have thought that the candy disappearance was a real thing--or at the very least it was a part of the dream that he'd simply accept as being part of the dream. He wasn't paying attention though--he was lost in his own thoughts.
It was several moments later when he finally realized that something was wrong. Not that they were in a dream, no, but the fact that the two boys kept talking about the people around them. If the whole thing had been a computer game, he'd have called them autonomous. They weer acting more like people then they were dream figments, and while those in cages seemed more like parts of a dream--only reacting when focus was put on them, and otherwise seeming to fade into the background--everything seemed even more confusing when he realized that.
How could he realized that? It was like knowing what was going on outside your field of vision. It was impossible. He shouldn't have been able to notice it at all. Why were they still going on when he wasn't paying attention? How the hell was he missing parts of a conversation happening in his own head? It wasn't how dreams worked.
Most importantly of all, why hadn't he woken up? When you realized you were in a dream, you were supposed to wake up. Dreams couldn't sustain themselves once you knew. He'd known for what felt like several minutes and there had been no change at all. The only possible explanation was that he'd somehow managed to lucid dream--something he'd heard of before, but never actually experienced.
Well, that was fine with him. "I'm fine." He responded to the first boy, before being addressed by the second in what was an extremely confusing... question period? None of it mattered, and Mikhail didn't bother to explain himself, still entirely convinced it was hist dream--albeit a very, very strange one. "It doesn't really matter." Really he shouldn't have bothered to answer at all.
He cupped his hands together in front of him, staring down at them. In dreams, you had control--so he simply put his mind to making flame appear in his hands, twisting the dream to his liking.
Or not, because it wasn't even his dream.
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on Sept 6, 2013 9:51:54 GMT -8
tagged: reit, sylph. time: May 12th 2012, 1:30. speech: hayden. notes: shit's getting serious, son "But we are siblings!" Cal exclaimed from inside the cell. Wait. So who was telling the truth? Cal, or Bailey? Everyone told him that he needed to be more skeptical and to stop believing everything he heard, but they were definitely either siblings or not. One of them was lying: they couldn't both be lying, could they? Hayden gulped. Either way, this probably wasn't the most important matter at hand, though he had to admit that this was all highly confusing. Bailey's question was still unanswered.
"I... I don't remember either," he muttered. Come to think of it, he was totally right. Hayden didn't remember much beyond May either, himself. He gulped. What was going on? First jail, and now his memory was all messed up, and now candy was illegal? "I.. I think candy became a real rarity probably after that day in May. Because we can't have worked at a candy store in May if there was no candy after that. But I don't-- I don't remember much else. I really don't, sorry."
"Hey. Bailey. To answer your question."
Hayden whirled around to see that Cal was speaking once again, eyes sad as he addressed the other man.
"You know why we did that? You know why we stole the last bag of candy in the world for you?" Cal paused. "Because you're always so scared, Bailey. You're always so afraid that Julie and I are going to abandon you that we bend over backwards to make sure that you aren't feeling that way. Because we care about you," he added, taking in a deep breath, as though he was trying to stop himself from shaking. "We care about you and yet you keep thinking that we're going to run away, so we would do anything to keep you around. Don't you see, Bailey? Because we care," he said, eyes sad, glancing up at his friend as he pulled himself into a foetal position, eyes never leaving the other's gaze.
Hayden gulped. He could only assume that the worst part was that Cal didn't look like he was blaming Bailey for it. No, not at all-- in fact it seemed like the kind of thing he'd wanted to do. That Cal had felt like he should have done, that it was right, which made it all the more worse for everyone around. He knew that he'd have felt awful if someone had said that they'd done something like that for his sake. Wordlessly, his line of sight trailed towards the white-haired man, who had now cupped his hands together. Was this... Was he trying to summon something? Or was he just cold? This was all too confusing.
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Post by BAILEY WHELAN on Sept 7, 2013 15:07:11 GMT -8
tagged: fate, mikhail, hayden. time: may 12, 2012 - 1:30AM. speech: bailey. notes: blame rogue for the massive post. It frustrated Bailey, to be honest, that the pale man seemed so duly unconcerned with the situation everyone was in right now. For the sake of all that was anything, did the fact that they had somehow landed themselves in prison for no reason and a law that had clearly passed but no one knew why or how the events surrounding it to come to pass had happened mean anything? Memory gaps, eople in jail, nonsensical laws that somehow still made sense despite making no sense. There really was no other way to put it, he was going crazy and just trying to set things straight and in an order that he could comprehend and this wasn't helping.
Okay, calm down, deep breaths, he had four people he could ask here -- even if only one seemed to be paying any attention to his questions. Thank you, a certain Mr. Hayden Green. Even if what Hayden was saying was something that he could have logically concluded himself. Hey, at least Hayden was trying to help, okay? "Well, yes, that would have to be the case," Bailey replied, his hand against his chin as he tried as hard as he could to see if he could remember anything that had happened between now and the twelfth of May aside from candy scarcity and the resulting law. But... candy scarcity? There hadn't even been any signs of candies becoming rare and hard to find, or any reason behind the cause of it being scarce. "I don't... know. Also, Hayden, don't believe -- huh?"
Callum was speaking again, and Bailey was quick to turn his attention to the blonde man and -- wait., what...? The more Callum spoke, the more Bailey felt like he as going to be sick. "But, I never e-even said that -- Cal, if it really was that bad, then you -- I mean -- Cal, w-wait, what are you saying?" Was that... really the whole reason why behind this? Had they really -- did they really break a law because of him? No, no, no, no, this wasn't what he wanted at all. Yes, he did wonder at times if Callum would someday find another group of friends or some special someone who would take him away. Yes, he did wonder sometimes if Juliette would just someday run off with her boyfriend. Yes, yes, and yes, Bailey did often find himself staring into space wondering if there would come a day where his closest friends would leave him behind, or if he would have to leave them behind.
He thought about that a lot, really. More often than he should, to be perfectly honest -- but he had no idea that it would go this far. That somehow, the little comments disguised as lighthearted jokes that he would slip in every here and there about how Callum and Juliette would leave him once they found someone better would stack up and lead to this. All he had meant to do was to remind them to remember him, to think about him -- that had been it. That had been all that he wanted. (No, that was a lie, he wanted them to keep a special space carved out for him in their hearts, a space that was just his own and nobody else's, a space that no one else but him would be allowed into -- and he hated it when he felt that space being intruded on. The people who dared to tread there, he often found himself wishing them gone, gone, gone, gone, gone forever and for good.)
But this -- this hadn't been how far he wished that they would go for him. Yes, he did often wish that there was some way that could prove to him, once and for all, that they cared for him, that he was special to them in a way that no one else was to them. But he hadn't wanted that proof to be that they would go to jail for him of all things. Because what was worse? Him never getting to speak to and hang out with them again because they were in prison for life, or to still be able to talk to them every now and again even if he was no longer an important person to them? "... I'm sorry," Bailey finally said, gripping onto the bars again. "I'm... I'm sorry, this... f-fuck, I don't even know, an apology's not going to cut this, I can't --" He couldn't even say that it was his fault, because Callum wasn't blaming him for it. He could tell, but he almost wished that he would blame him for it.
Because at least if Callum blamed him, then he could say that it was his fault. It was the truth that it was -- it was his own insecurity and jealousy that landed Callum and Juliette here in the first place, so it seemed. "I just... I-I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean for it to go this far, I just -- just..." Bailey didn't even realize that his legs had given out until his knees hit the ground. "... I'll try to get you out," Bailey finally said. "I... no promises, because I r-really don't know how I'm gonna pull this off, but I'm going to try to get you both out of here," Bailey said, clenching at the bars tighter. "You've both done more than enough... I'm sorry that you felt like you had to go this far. I know that all of these apologies are worth shit, that I'm shit for getting you two into this. Getting you two out... I understand if you want nothing to do with me after." But it didn't mean that it wouldn't hurt like hell.
He hadn't been paying attention to what Hayden or the pale man were up to at this point. It wasn't that Bailey meant to not take notice of them, it was just that in his mind, the situation with Callum and Juliette was suddenly more urgent. He didn't notice that the pale man was trying to do something odd, or that Hayden had noticed the pale man trying to something odd. And even if he did... this entire situation was odd. There was nothing not odd about this at all. And he knew that -- it was just that it wasn't on his mind right now how odd everything was, not when he was dealing with... well, this on top of it all.
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Post by F A T E on Sept 12, 2013 15:43:07 GMT -8
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There was one person at least trying to be resourceful. The dream eater couldn't really tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but at least it countered the stupidity of the other two, and didn't leave her rolling her eyes. Though his valiant efforts were not rewarded, for the fire he had tried to summon did not appear, and it didn't seem like the only person who was able to actually do something like that was realizing that he was even able to.
Although it would make things a little bit more interesting. For now she was just an entity observing. Perhaps in a little while she could... Properly introduce herself and completely annihilate them. Although she could do with an easy way of things.
Because if he did eventually realize what situation he was in, the whole place would fall apart, literally. But she was sick of waiting for the fear to set in, she wanted things to progress faster and she was simply impatient, which was a classic flaw if any. And though the dream eater could simply change things to fit her fancy, she couldn't do so without drawing their attention, because what would it be like if they just suddenly changed sceneries, left their friends?
Actually, now was a great time to reveal herself. She needed to get them out, didn't she? Reasonably, of course.
So she sort of just... Appeared. Blond hair, golden eyes, a smile on her face and her gaze almost wicked. "Aren't you guys a little cold?" Because there was nothing really odd about being in a prison and an odd woman appearing out of nowhere, not at all.
Of course, if everything went according to plan, she'd annihilate them and get enough energy to escape this dream world of her's.
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Sept 13, 2013 22:05:54 GMT -8
tagged: name. time: date & time. notes: notes. There was plenty going on, but none of it seemed to matter to Mikhail. Sure, there was a ton of banter, but the banter didn't matter. It didn't affect him. in fact, it really made no sense at all. Why would his own dream be filled with stuff that didn't matter to him, about people who he didn't know? Why was his own dream being filled with filler? It didn't make any damn sense.
When the fire didn't appear though, he finally realized something was wrong. He knew of dreams. He knew how they were supposed to work, what lucid dreaming was. Whatever it was, it wasn't lucid dreaming--but it wasn't a normal dream either. It was something else entirely. His stomach churned uncomfortably as he forced himself to think. Nothing came up though. There was no easy explanation for what had happened. He was dreaming, sure, but not his dream.
He was abruptly dragged from his stupor by a sudden voice from outside the cell. He jumped, head snapping up as his eyes narrowed. A woman? Where had she come from? Why was she outside? Was she someone else that they knew? The other two, the other focal points of the dream-that-wasn't-a-dream.
Even if he was a far cry from what he'd been like when he'd had actual control of a unit, some habits died hard. There was still a fundamental instinct to try and take over, to try and lead, and while he'd certainly fall to the wayside if he was with someone who had control of the situation, this was not one of those situations. Neither of the other people--the other focuses--were showing any sign of taking control of the situation. They weren't even showing signs of being aware there was a situation, beyond the fact that they were supposedly in jail.
"Hey you. Purple hair. Brown hair." Whatever their names were. He really had no idea, and for the moment he couldn't bring himself to care. He wasn't even sure if they were real. He turned back to the woman, eyes narrowing. Something was definitely going on--or was she just another figment? "No." It wasn't nearly as cold here as it was at home. "What's going on?"
Maybe she was just another figment.
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on Sept 14, 2013 11:43:31 GMT -8
tagged: reit, sylph. time: May 12th 2012, 1:30. speech: hayden. notes: shit's getting serious, son "Bailey, don't even try," Cal hissed from behind bars. "Seriously, just save yourself, you fucking moron. We're here because we did it for you, so at least make sure you're okay. Getting in trouble would defeat the entire point of us doing anything for you. You get that?"
Hayden gulped. That wasn't going to be easy to hear. But he didn't know whether it was up to him to speak, whether his input was wanted any more. So he turned his gaze, and then let out a loud, rather unmanly yelp.
"W- what?"
Of all the things that Hayden had thought might potentially happen to him, having random people materialize out of nowhere was pretty damn low on the list. Heck, it was even lower on the list than being jailed, considering the fact that hanging out with Gabi constantly had meant that his life would occasionally flash before his eyes. She'd put him in danger of being thrown into prison quite a few times, in fact-- she'd even tried to propose that they snuck into Disneyland, for heaven's sake, so yes, the possibility of him being thrown into jail was one that he had actually considered. However, having a random woman appear out of nowhere was the stuff of dreams. Hayden jumped backwards, eyes widening with surprise.
"Who are you?" Hayden exclaimed, covering his mouth with his hands. "How did you even get here. Did you break into the prison? Did you--" His voice was however cut off by the white-haired male, asking them whether they knew what was going on. Hayden gulped, shaking his head. "I really... I have absolutely no clue. But it all seems so unreal," he murmured. "How did all of you get here? How did we get to Korea? What are we even doing in a Korean prison? Nothing makes sense," he exclaimed, "Nothing seems to make sense and I don't think that I know what's going on any more."
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Post by BAILEY WHELAN on Sept 17, 2013 20:47:15 GMT -8
tagged: fate, mikhail, hayden. time: may 12, 2012 - 1:30AM. speech: bailey. notes: blame rogue for the massive post. Callum had a point, but it wasn't a very comfortable point -- Bailey wasn't sure if he could live with himself if he just left his two best friends behind to rot away in a prison cell. That was the thing -- he had left people behind before without saying goodbye. Not necessarily in a prison cell, per say, but the point was, the concept of leaving someone behind and trying to not look back was not new to him. He also knew that he wouldn't be able to not look back -- he always eventually would. Callum and Juliette were the first friends that he had been able to keep around even with circumstances as they were. And even now, he was being forced to leave them. It followed him everywhere, this inevitable separation. "Cal, please, you're the only friend I've managed to stay friends with, don't make me do this --"
Was he cold, someone had asked. Someone unfamiliar. Bailey whipped his head around in the direction of the voice and found a woman that he had never seen even once in his life just suddenly there. A smiling woman who would have been very, very pretty in any other scenario, but there was something off about her. Bailey couldn't quite decide exactly what was off, but something about this woman was very, very unsettling. He gripped onto the bars tighter, his lips set in a tight line. But was he cold? Not really. He was bundled up to deal with a snowy winter right now, somehow. So, no, he wasn't cold -- purple hair? It took Bailey all but a second to realize that suddenly out of the blue, the pale man was referring to him and Hayden (or at least, that was who Bailey assumed "brown hair" meant).
"Not particularly cold, no," Bailey said cautiously to answer the woman's question, and then the pale man asked the exact same question that he had been asking for the past who-knew-how-long. Part of him wanted to scream, because good god, now he was paying attention and realizing that no one knew what was going on? But no, calmly now. No one was going to reach an answer getting angry, and if there was anything Bailey needed right now, it was answers. So he did his best to quash down his frustration, took a deep breath, and said to the pale man, "As I have been saying, I don't have any idea how we got here. I don't even remember what has happened between May and now, which is December aside from some thing about a severe shortage on candy, although I have no idea how that happened either." Alright. now to just repeat everything from top to bottom again.
"Hayden is right, nothing makes sense right now," Bailey said, confirming his friend's statement. "All I know was that right before suddenly finding myself with you two and now Cal and Julie in jail, I was at a Christmas parade in Seoul. I don't even know why I am in Seoul in the first place, I can only assume that somehow, plans I don't ever remember being made were made." That was the strange part though -- Bailey was usually the one remembering things left and right for his friends when it came to plans. It was unlikely that he would be the one forgetting. "The last thing I remember before the Christmas parade we were just at was all the way back in May. I went to bed after marathoning a television show while eating popcorn. But going to bed that night is the last thing that I remember doing up until now. Between then and now, I do not remember a single thing -- nothing."
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Post by F A T E on Sept 20, 2013 22:03:55 GMT -8
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"Maybe you've got a bad memory." She was completely aware she was not being helpful at the least. She wasn't trying to be, and right now she was trying to figure out just what else this guy was scared of. What were some generic fears? Needles, dead people, clowns, being buried alive... What else was there? After all, he had to think of something that was scaring him. Sometime. Like now, if she played her cards right and kept trying to pick through his brain in the most literal fashion she could possibly manage.
"Nope! I am just here to tell you that you all are getting buried alive! That's it!" She tried to appear chipper and enthusiastic and excited for a brief moment before turning her expression to a more serious face. "Just kidding. I'm breaking you out of jail and telling you to take off your jacket, because you said it wasn't cold at all." Because, well, she didn't like the jacket quite that much either.
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Sept 21, 2013 13:53:47 GMT -8
tagged: name. time: date & time. notes: notes. Round and round they went. Endless circles that never went anywhere. The whole thing was alien to him, and Mikhail wasn't the focus of the dream eater. Forcing logic on him was more of an afterthought compared to the focus she was clearly giving the dreamer himself. Buried alive? He raised an eyebrow at the response before finally deciding what he should have realized several minutes ago (or however you wanted to track time in dreams).
He was dreaming. He'd realized that before, and once he'd understood it, it had rung true, casting the dream in a new light. However, it was't his dream. He'd never dreamed anything like that, and it wasn't even 'oh weird things are happening, must be a dream'. No, dreams were supposed to mean something, and this dream meant nothing to him. It was just a series of events that didn't effect him at all.
They seemed to be effecting the other two though. That was what concerned him more then anything. He was a sideshow in his own dream... and following down that logical path, the only possible option had become so obvious it was screaming at him.
It simply wasn't his dream. Whose dream it was seemed obvious enough--one of the boys, although he didn't particularly care who--and every other person in the dream was simply a figment, conjured up for who knew what reason. Why he was in someone elses dream he had no idea, but considering that he was routinely exposed to several dozen artifacts whose powers were both known and unknown, he didn't doubt for one second that one of them had pulled him into someone elses dream.
Well, it was time to wake up, one way or another.
"She's not real." He declared, turning away from the woman at the bars to face the other two, arms crossing over his chest. "You're dreaming. This isn't real. None of it is but the three of us. Your friends aren't in prison, there's no candy shortage. This is a dream, and it's time for you to wake up."
If only it was that easy.
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on Sept 22, 2013 21:52:26 GMT -8
tagged: reit, sylph. time: May 12th 2012, 1:30. speech: hayden. notes: shit's getting serious, son The more Bailey spoke, the more Hayden realised that he made sense. Or well, that this didn't make sense, because nothing seemed to be right any more. Nothing lined up, nothing added up, and most of all, the woman's new promises didn't add up. "How can you break us out of jail, though?" Hayden exclaimed, turning to her. "Or can you break these two out? I don't think they did anything wrong. Why is it that none of us knew about these new laws? Why is it that they were thrown in jail for candy? We worked in a candy store, and there's no candy any more. How in the world does this work?"
Wait, what had the man just said?
Hayden froze in his tracks as he allowed the white-haired male's words to sink in. This was... A dream? So everything around him was a fabrication, a construction from someone's mind? "W- what?" Hayden managed to gasp, eyes widening with shock as he felt a cold frost spreading through his chest, encasing his insides in frozen panic. It didn't strike him for a single moment that this man could have been lying, or that he could have been making anything up. No, because everything suddenly made sense. The skipped days, the gaps in their memory, the fact that they'd suddenly found themselves in a jail from a parade. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed that he was indeed trapped.
"So... All we have to do is wake up, right?" Hayden found himself asking. He glanced at Bailey, then at the other man. The fingers of his right hand darted towards his left forearm, his thumb and forefinger grabbing hold of tanned skin. "All it's going to take is a little pinch." Hayden gave his flesh a little twist.
"Ow!"
A jolt of pain rain through his arm, the patch of skin smarting bright red as he let go. But he was still in jail. The woman was still there. Juliette and Cal were stuck in jail. There was still this strange man who looked like a ghost. Hayden felt a chill run up his spine, and the thumping of his heartbeat hastened.
"Wait, if this is a dream, aren't we supposed to wake up when it hurts? How do we make it go away?" he asked, taking a step backwards, hands covering his mouth in fear. There had to be a way to get out. They couldn't be trapped here forever, could they? "It doesn't seem like a good dream for any of us. I don't like being trapped in this prison. I don't think you'd like it either. Most of all, it seems terrible for Bailey." He then turned to the woman. "Please, can't you see that this is making him miserable-- if you can get us out, I'd be really grateful. I don't know him very well at all, but he's my friend."
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Post by BAILEY WHELAN on Sept 23, 2013 18:26:02 GMT -8
tagged: fate, mikhail, hayden. time: may 12, 2012 - 1:30AM. speech: bailey. notes: blame rogue for the massive post. "That isn't funny!" Bailey exclaimed almost angrily at the woman as he took a step back from the the cell. Being buried alive was no joke, and the thing was, so many things didn't make sense anymore that Bailey wasn't sure who or what to trust anymore. The woman could be lying, or she could be telling them the truth. Or she could be a part of this entire fiasco and therefore was another part of everything that wasn't making any sense right now. Fiasco or not though, the point was that he still had to get callum and juliette out. he took in a breath, and lifted his leg so that he could start kicking at the lock. Repeatedly. "I don't see what taking off my jacket has to do with getting everyone out of jail, can you seriously do that?" Dammit, was there was no way he would be able to kick the lock in -- wait, dreaming?
This was... a dream? Wait, what, seriously? "How do you know that?" Bailey asked the pale man, pausing in his kicking to give both his foot and leg a break. "How can you be so sure that it's a dream? I know that this is all ridiculous and makes no sense, but do you have any proof of that?" But was it a dream? Perhaps it was, perhaps it wasn't. Bailey couldn't be sure. But if it was a dream, then who was to say that the others here weren't dreams as well? A dream that believed itself to not be a dream? Was that even possible? The fact that Hayden had yelped and still stuck around even after he had pinched himself wasn't really helping Bailey believe that this all was a dream, and he found himself asking in frustration, "If it's a dream, then why can't I do anything about any of this?!"
Hayden was right, he was absolutely miserable here. It was like watching the worst possible things happen in quick succession and being able to do nothing about it. Jail, he knew, had always been a real possibility if he and his friends ever got caught exploring abandoned buildings. His friends being in jail in a place where he couldn't talk to them ever again was just as bad. And candy disappearing, well, as silly as it was, it was certainly one of his more silly concerns. But being buried alive, that was bad too, why would the woman even suggest it? He really did wish this was a dream. He really did. Because if he was dreaming now, then it would mean that he was aware that he was dreaming by now, right? So what couldn't he do anything? Weren't dreams supposed to be where you could make the impossible happen once you realized you were dreaming? "Dammit!"
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Post by F A T E on Sept 26, 2013 23:05:59 GMT -8
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Oh, was she found out so soon? She looked at the pale man with mild dismay, although she couldn't say she was surprised. He was observant and, well, it wasn't his dream, so it didn't really seem all that real to him. On the other hand, the two confused dipshits over here still had to get their act together, and the dream eater had found herself getting bored.
"Are you stupid?" Did he really just pinch himself? Green eyes over there had to be stupid to do something like that. Then again, he didn't know that it wasn't even his own dream. "I think the term you're looking for is nightmare." Purple hair wasn't excused either. It was his own dream and apparently, he didn't know enough to snap out of it, even though he was now aware of it. But now that they were aware that it was a dream, it would be considerably harder for her to gather enough energy to break out from the dream world. And much as she did want to enter reality, this was not worth it. And she may have exhibited impatience a couple of times tonight, but she could spare another day or two looking for really vulnerable people.
Nah, maybe she'll tease the dreamer for just a little longer. The prison somewhat rumbled a bit, and she only offered them a smile. "I think it's gonna collapse on you. I guess you really will be buried alive. Good luck."
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Sept 27, 2013 8:31:16 GMT -8
tagged: name. time: date & time. notes: notes. Yes, all they had to do was wake up. Only that was seeming less and less plausible as the seconds (or minutes, who could tell?) ticked by. Waking up was not a simple matter. If it was, things would be far simpler then they actually were. They'd already be gone, and he'd wake in his bed and be forced to make a report about the confusing incident. They'd have to check through artifacts he'd dealt with the day before that had unknown effects, and then (and only then) would he be able to sleep normally. That was assuming he was even able to sleep, because such a thing was no longer a given. It was possible he was the center of the strange incident, and that every night from then on, he'd end up in someone elses dream.
He sure hoped not.
The purple haired man asked a particularly interesting question, and Mikhail opted to explain himself rather then leave it in confusion. "Because none of this makes sense to me. I am imagining a place I have never been and never seen a picture of. Then suddenly we were in jail, a place I hold no fear of. Dreams are supposed to make sense in their own twisted way, and this one doesn't. To me it's simply a series of unconnected and unrelated scenes. We are dreaming, and when we wake up you probably won't remember a thing." Or hopefully wouldn't remember, because if not, things were going to get messy.
The woman was talking again, and his eyes narrowed at her. Something was wrong with her. She was out of place. He'd have assumed she was another person drawn into the dream by whatever had happened if not for the way she spoke. She spoke as if she was in control, and he was left confused by it. Was she some kind of... angry spirit he'd annoyed with an artifact? It wouldn't be until he woke later and had access to his archives that he'd find out what she really was, but for the moment he was confused, and he spoke clearly, trying to sound confident.
"We're not going to be buried. It's a dream. You simply have to wake up."
He was guessing the purple haired man was the one whose dream they were in--the one whom the dream made the most sense to.
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on Sept 30, 2013 11:16:52 GMT -8
tagged: reit, sylph. time: May 12th 2012, 1:30. speech: hayden. notes: WHALE DONE, BAILEY Hayden narrowed his eyes at the woman as she called him stupid. "H- hey!" he exclaimed, frowning. He might have been silly and naive, and there were a lot of things that he had to learn, but that had been totally uncalled for. "That wasn't very nice of you." And neither was it very nice to be trapped in there, for the record. But he let her continue talking. She seemed to know what she was talking about. She seemed to have some sort of an idea. He tilted his head to the side as she mentioned where they were trapped in.
"So if this is a nightmare, how come we aren't-- why can't we wake up? People get up from nightmares all the time." He would know. Three nights ago, he had been in a dream where he'd received an e-mail saying that his Neopets had all died due to neglect. While he hadn't fed them since he was sixteen, Gabi had told him that Neopets didn't die, and that there was no point feeding them every day. The message had made him feel guilty and lied to, and Hayden had been really relieved when he woke up. "Tell us what we have to do--"
But that was when the prison rumbled, and Hayden let out a sharp cry.
"Did- did we just-- did the place just shake? Earthquake!" Hayden exclaimed, glancing around with panicked eyes. Crud, darn, shit. Hayden rarely swore, even internally, but what were they supposed to do? Stop, drop, and roll? No, wait, that was for fires. They were supposed to go to under a table or something and crouch down and curl up, right? Immediately, Hayden's eyes fell on a table in the jail cell. Cal and Julie were not moving, for some reason, and he gulped. Yes, despite the fact that the building had only shaken once, and wasn't shaking any more. "Hide, Julie! Hide!"
Oh. Wait. Never mind.
The white-haired male was speaking. He sounded certain, confident that this was a dream, and that all they had to do was wake up. "I'm trying," Hayden muttered, "But I don't know how to get out. How are we supposed to do this? Do you know what to do? Can you show us?" He turned to Bailey. "Ha- have you tried?"
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Post by BAILEY WHELAN on Oct 6, 2013 17:44:26 GMT -8
tagged: fate, mikhail, hayden. time: may 12, 2012 - 1:30AM. speech: bailey. notes: blame rogue for the massive post. Bailey paused when the pale man offered his explanation as to why this was all a dream -- his own dream, in fact. It made... a little bit of sense, what he was saying. Yes, a bit. Because the revelation that the stranger was having a hard time piecing any of this together beyond everything being event one and event two and so forth with nothing actually connecting any of them was something that Bailey had not considered. This entire time, he had been assuming that everything made just as much sense to everyone else as it did himself. Which wasn't much, but at least it felt like it had some sort of logical progression in his mind. Or he felt like there should have been. But the more he looked at it, the more it... well, didn't.
A nightmare, the woman had said. Well, it would certainly be nice if this was a nightmare. That was what the pale man had been saying that it was though. Was it? Bailey wasn't sure if he was willing to gamble everyone's lives on that idea, especially not when he felt the tower rumble and shake under his feet. His first instinct was to start looking around for something to duck under in a panic, but no one else seemed to be doing that. Bailey paused. What was this, dream logic too? Callum and Julie seemed to just stay where they were, the pale man was telling him that the quaking prison tower was all in his imagination, and Hayden seemed to be convinced that this was a dream too. Was it? That was the question that was on repeat in his mind. Was this all just a bad dream, and was he willing to put lives at risk to test that? The answer would be no, he wasn't willing to risk that.
There were so many questions. When had he planned to come to Korea? When had he been in Seoul? What did he do to end up in jail? Why were Callum and Julie in jail in Korea, of all places? Why was the candy shortage so sudden, if there was one? How did the chain of businesses failing that surely would have followed not have been publicized all over the news? Was he or was he not fired from his job at Herschel's because of this? What had happened in the past seven or so months? How did he do in his classes? What had his grade been for his summer writing course? Where in the world were his parents now? And most of all, why was the last thing he could remember going to sleep back on a night in May?
Too many questions, and too few answers. His memory being shitty was not an answer -- if so, then why would he remember things he did in May perfectly clearly, right down to what he had written for the last answer on his last final exam for sophomore year of university, if it was now truly December? And if he truly was going to be buried alive -- then how was he still standing? Why wasn't anyone else panicking? Why was May where his memories cut off until now, and why was the last thing he remembered going to sleep? Bailey took a deep breath, and gave a bit of a shaky laugh. He wasn't even sure why he was laughing, it just... felt appropriate. There really was only two explanations. Either he was going crazy, or this really was a dream. Oh, good god, this was just absolutely absurd. All of this.
Turning to the woman, Bailey said, "You say that we're going to be buried alive. And you seem to know why all of this is happening." How else would she so readily just offer explanations to him? Why else would she be so calm? And how else could the tower have started shaking after she joked around about them burying them alive, only to have it entirely become a possibility not even a couple minutes later? Turning to the man whose name he still did not know, Bailey continued, "You, on the other hand, say that this is a dream. Hayden seems to believe you. I feel like I'm the only one who still finds that to be the absolutely most harebrained explanation ever." He was always the sensible one. Always the one who was advising his friends against poor decisions. Always trying to get them to see reason, trying to get them to be practical and not do stupid shit.
However, they never listened. Hell, he often found himself roped into things because of them. They were always telling him that it would be alright, to trust them, to have a little faith in them -- to believe that he could trust them. To believe that the would as a matter of fact, be alright. He glanced around from Hayden to Callum and to Julie. This was ridiculous. So. Fucking. Ridiculous. Turning back to the pale man, Bailey said, "But everything about this situation makes just as little sense --" Once again, to they woman who seemed to know everything, somehow. "-- and I don't think that I would trust someone who can make sense out of senselessness." That was it then. He was going to deal with this nonsense with his own nonsense. Looking back to the man who was claiming it was a dream, Bailey said, "You said all I have to do is wake up. I'm asking you how."
Because that was the other problem. He had chosen to gamble everyone's lives on the pretense that he could simply wake up and find this all just a dream. It was as stupid of an idea as it was crazy. He knew what the most sensible thing would be to do -- try to escape or die trying. (And in retrospect, that sounded extremely stupid as well.) There were so many ways that this could go wrong -- and one of them was that he didn't know how to forcibly wake himself up from a dream, if this was one.
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Post by F A T E on Oct 21, 2013 20:28:56 GMT -8
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She found purple-hair man a little bit amusing. But if he thought she was going to give him anything, he was definitely stupid. Didn't he know that he was supposed to be fighting her, not asking her for assistance? Well, it was more him demanding it, but either way he was stupid. "You're all stupid." These were just a bunch of idiots, the only exception being the pale guy, but he literally had nothing to offer in this situation - the dreamer held all the cards. And in this situation, it seemed like they weren't really escaping. If they died, well, they died then. After all, being buried alive surely wasn't pleasant.
Although then, just then, she seemed to have realized something. Something she probably should have noticed before. Who could blame her, she was so preoccupied with the dreamer that she hadn't noticed. Plus, bright green eyes was stupid, and she hadn't thought of him as more than some idiot she had accidentally dragged in. His aura... was green. She should have been more careful, it wasn't a good idea to collapse the jail when someone from the earth kingdom had been dragged into her dream. And just being in her presence, a creature of fate, had triggered it.
Well, no turning back now. It was time for her to disappear and for the rest of the people to figure out how to deal with the situation. She liked to watch better, anyways.
Hayden is now claimed in the Earth Kingdom, keep an eye out on his profile
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Oct 22, 2013 13:25:25 GMT -8
tagged: name. time: date & time. notes: notes. The most 'hairbrained explanation'? Good god, was the kid an idiot? Mikhail rarely got angry, and showed it even less, but at this point his frustration was boiling up. He'd treated every single artifact with exactly the right amount of concern. He'd followed every safety procedure, used the nulling artifacts to keep himself safe, and yet it had still happened. He hadn't chosen to get involved, and yet he was anyway. There was no telling if it would be over when they woke up either. It was possible that it would happen every night, and while the society was better off then the average person, they still weren't gods. He'd dealt with dozens of artifacts, none of them had any known connection to dreams, and they'd have to dig through all of them again, trying to locate what had done it. It was going to be a boatload of work, and even if they did find the artifact, there was no guarantee they'd b able to stop it. Maybe there was no way to stop it. Maybe he'd be doing this every night for the rest of his life.
It went without saying that when Mikhail spoke in the rumbling prison, he did so sounding terse and irritable. "If I knew a way to force you to wake up, I'd have done it already. I'm not some dream sage here to guide you." If he knew, he'd have done it. Even so, he still volunteered a few options. "The jail is about to come down. It's possible we'll wake when it does, moments before dying. Otherwise, focus on waking up. Think about it hard. That's all I can recommend." Because being awake in a dream wasn't the sort of thing that was actually supposed to happen.
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