SLEEPING BEAUTIES: DREAM LOG

[yourkeepers]

Bewitched by the thorn's touch, you have been ensnared in the deepest of sleep. Fortunately for you, the world of Faerie doesn't end with the waking.

The world of your dreams is brighter now, more clear than you've ever witnessed it. You've been it before, you think, there fragments of yourself become reality. But now you are somehow more lucid in its presence, and it's more real - something you can reach out and touch.

You find yourself in this world, and you are not alone. Your dreams and those of other join at the edges, pulling into each other along similar threads.

And you are watched by something even greater.

Comments

[seerchlight]

"Some kind of psychic blast, I think," he says, a little more subdued in mentioning it. "I just...was so loud in my head, like all these people screaming. I was bleeding out of my face and all over. Just as I was about to get out it all got worse and I died."

[nosentimentalist]

"Sounds painful." He doesn't know what to say to that. Sorry you died in some lifetime which we can barely remember? He feels stupid just thinking of it.

"Well, at least you can feel better about the fact that you won't be repeating it anytime soon, being what you are. I hardly think killing a being made of light is any easy task.

[seerchlight]

"Pretty sure I'm not literally made of light, dude," he says, raising a nearly invisible eyebrow. "See, look? Touch me."

Say hello to a very glowing hand in your face.

[nosentimentalist]

Way for invading personal space, Light Guy! The typewriter frowns uncomfortably, backing away slightly just so he can get that hand out of his face. But curiosity, as it always does, wins him over, and he raises his own metal hand to meet the elemental's.

"Huh. What do you know. You're solid."

[seerchlight]

"I know, right," he drawls, pulling back his hand. "It amazes me every single day."

[nosentimentalist]

"So...where is the light coming from, then? Your internal organs?" He says, peering closer, though it kind of hurts to look directly at the man. "What are you, usually? A lamp? A light bulb?"

[seerchlight]

"I've always been like this," he says, "but I was the searchlight, outside. You know, doing sentry stuff. Keeping the bad shit out. All in a night's work." He shrugs, smirking. "Maybe it's my skin."

[nosentimentalist]

"Searchlight?" He nods. "Understandable. Though, I guess you're not doing as much guarding as you should, with you walking around..."

A pause. "What sort of bad things were you keeping away, I wonder?"

[seerchlight]

"Not my fault, not my problem," he says, though his eyes narrow. "And it's not really that much of a mystery. There's all kinds of deadly beasts out there."

[nosentimentalist]

"Well, I don't go out into the garden that often, so I'm just curious." A pause. Beasts, huh...? The mental image of them lurking outside is vaguely familiar, though he has no idea why.

"What sort of beasts are there? Are they like us, or are they...well, wild?"

[seerchlight]

"I dunno," he says, shrugging. "Just enemy's of the Keeper, probably. It depends what you mean by 'wild', dude, just because something is malicious doesn't mean it isn't smarter than us."