imeeji_frontstage | (backdated) Dream Post of Chaos

[ Medusa has discovered the one thing he likes about being stuck as a BARiTONES.

The control over dreams.

So he's made himself a quaint little study room in a library with endless books and a couple of priceless artifacts on display behind unbreakable glass cases. Both drawn from Medusa's memory bank, if you really want to poke around and learn more about what he likes to study all the time. There are also animal crossing style Personal Assistants and sheep wandering around, NPC style. They're all friendly and polite.

Medusa himself will be found curled up in a nest of pillows and blankets, sipping tea through his mask somehow and reading up on gambling games from around the world. He seems so peaceful... ]

[ you find yourself in a forest.

and it feels normal too. quiet, even. perhaps too eerily quiet -- to the point where you don't hear anything but yourself.

but after a few moments, you'll hear the sound of crying from the distance. and at that very second, the entire forest starts to stain black; almost as if trying to drain the entire place of color.

for some reason, the way forward suddenly seems very dangerous. you can turn back, but you don't know where back leads.

but it's probably fine. . . right? ]

Edited 2020-03-22 21:35 (UTC)

[ you wake up in a small room that's slowly but surely filling with pink exhaust. you're disoriented and confused, maybe even a little scared. why, because you're chained to a pipe running along the back wall. the shackles securing your ankle in place are strong and, oof, it doesn't seem like your abilities work here. what's worse... it looks like the key is juuuuust out of reach. there's a saw though... bloody and rusted, sitting alongside you. ]

[ what do you do...?
time's ticking. ]

[Actual cw: Hospitals/IVs for now, possible gore/cannibalism, space/asphyxiation stuff later. Choose your adventure!!!]

[Eichi had it all under control. Sleeping in Tenn's room or with the glowing star Tenn had gifted him had made it easier to sleep, and as a member of BARiTONES, he had no trouble turning the nightmares off.

But right now, BARiTONES wasn't able to do that, and so his subconscious finally gets to claw at him.

He's in bed, in his old hospital room, wrists feeling heavy as they are chained, close enough to keep Eichi laying down, far enough to move just enough. His fingernails dig into the wood of his ax as he clutches it close to his chest, his breathing ragged and unsteady, and he feels like he can't get enough oxygen into his lungs despite the mask on his face specifically designed to do just that, but it's dark and he can hear that damn music in his head again.

Jazz music, sounding like it was being played through an old phonograph drifts through the air in the darkened hospital, and the only light filtering into his room comes from the moon out of his window. Wait a second...

That isn't the moon. You can't see it well at first, the large body too high in the sky even for the large window by Eichi's bed, but if you get closer you can see the Earth hanging in the sky.]

Who's there?

[His voice is only barely above a whisper, sounding weak. Or maybe that's just in his head. Maybe the music is only in his head too. Maybe you are only in his head.]

[OOC: DREAM WALKERS WELCOME.]

[ she's standing in a room—it's dark, and the spotlight on her is bright, but she knows that she's surrounded by people watching her. her hair is long, and loose; she's missing her customary scarf, and buttoned into a tight, stiff white dress.

she is nineteen years old and all she can do is repeat tongue-twisters in a british english accent: ]

Betty bought a bit of butter, but she found the butter bitter, so Betty bought a bit of better butter to make the bitter butter... bu—better—

((actual cws: sexual harassment (nothing physical), cannibalism, medical trauma, gender problems, loss of control, body horror))

[ You're in a maid cafe on the night of a beautiful full moon.

One beam of light shines through a window, the lighting in the room otherwise dim. The spot illuminated by the moon is a velvet-upholstered booth, where a younger looking Ruby sits in a maid uniform, next to a tall man in a business suit who's face is obscured by shadows. They're smiling, hands in their lap as they very pointedly keep as much distance as possible while still seeming friendly. ]

Ummm, of course I'm old enough to work here? Like, it'd be super illegal to have someone who couldn't even drink here, duh! I'm in college, you know?

You start in an eerily quiet and empty room with no one in sight. Three doors are facing you. There is no sign as to which one goes where. If you try to look around for any other way out, there are none. Only blank walls, a ceiling, and a floor.

You'll have to rely on your luck, won't you?

Edited 2020-03-22 21:33 (UTC)

[you're in a beautiful garden full of golden roses, with golden butterflies flitting through the air and giving the place a fantastical atmosphere.

you're seated at a table in a gazebo, with a cup of delicious-smelling tea steaming in front of you. across the table sits a woman in a silk dress, puffing on her pipe as she watches you with an amused expression.]

[this dream is just raven with a very large panther that's curled up along his side where he's sitting. it's purring very loudly. raven looks pleased.

THAT'S IT, THAT'S THE DREAM, COME PET KITTY]

[cw: warning for BARiTONES, cartoon villainy, g–– psych, this is actually a happy dream, betcha didn't see that coming]

[You wake up in your own personal quarters. It's pretty barren (personalized decorations are a tool of subversion used by the wicked rebel princesses and are strictly forbidden) -- just the greenish metal industrial look of the rest of the place, no windows, a standard-issue blanket and lumpy pillow, and the Horde symbol emblazoned over the door.

The fact that it's your own personal quarters you don't have to share with anyone else –– well, that's luxury. On a table next to the bed, your badge denoting your status as a Force Captain is waiting.]

[His dream is a fairly typical Japanese schoolroom. However, every desk is empty - except for Izanagi's and yours. At the teacher's pedestal is a woman with long silver hair and a cigarette in her mouth.

She looks angry as she "lectures," pointing at Izanagi.]

You will die - understand? You can't be allowed to live.

We can't allow another monster to continue the bloodshed.

[You find yourself a few feet deep in a green liquid. Though is it really a liquid. It doesn't feel wet and feels slightly warm to the touch. Truly is wafts between the forms between water and air swirling all around you.

A distance away there a man with white hair in a gray robe is sitting in the stream.]

Oh, and a few items flow past you in the stream. One even bumps into the back of your calf. Is that a brightly wrapped present? Why are there gifts floating in the lifestream?]

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cws: potential corruption (if you want that) and mentions of death for now

cw: self harm. more warnings to come probably.

cw: eichi cant control his dreams so now they're terrible, thank you