i think to myself

[handsomefoil]

WHO? henry & you
WHAT? dream stuff, ota
WHEN? when the hotspots spread
ANYTHING ELSE? mostly violence

[dream log 01]

You wake up in the middle of a tranquil field, muted and chilly but covered in delicate white flowers. The ground slopes gently where a small stream cuts through the grass. The sky is a greyish blue, like it might start snowing any second. Next to you, Henry is shivering, like he's sick and grumbling under his breath like he's experiencing a nightmare. A dream within a dream?

It's only when he awakes with a start that the dream seems to move forward.

"What the—?"

In the distance, there's a mechanical sound of...something. Maybe it's footsteps? Either way, it's getting closer, and she looks ready to rumble. Wait, she? Yes, she. This time, she's not alone, however. Behind her, like a nightmare train of anime and terrible boss fights (he's pretty sure he sees Pizza Batt Jr. in there somewhere), they bubble out from underground and follow her towards the both of you. It's not too bad, there's like ten of them.

"Oh bloody hell," he gets up, then looks down at you with resigned sort of sigh. "Come on, get up. They're not going to leave us alone until we kill them all."


If you want to go back to the other side, I have no choice... I've got to kill you.

[dream log 02]

You're in a house, it's about 10PM. Henry seems to be in a rush to get his things in order: gloves on, tie straight, skull pin fastened, and making sure his cross saber is fastened to his belt chain. He pats himself down, making sure he hasn't forgotten anything and then flicks his head in the direction of the door. If you make any noise above the sound of a whisper, he'll hiss at you with a finger in front of his lips.

Once the door opens though, a small, sleepy voice comes down from the top of the stairs. She's not entirely visible, as the hallway is dark and obscures her from the shoulders up. From her silhouette alone, she appears to be 6-7 years old.

"Papa?"

Henry freezes, then lets his shoulders sag a little in defeat. He gives you a brief flash of an apologetic look (or depending on how loud you were earlier, a bit of an accusatory one) and turns to her.

"Jeane, why aren't you in bed?"

She shifts a little, almost guiltily, going silent before taking a small breath to answer...

(ooc: feel free to npc her, any reply is a-ok. it's dreamverse, after all!)

[dream log 03]

A younger man, in his late teens, sits rigidly in a chair in the middle of a room. It is unmistakably Henry. His hairstyle is the same and he's dressed in a dress shirt with a tie, slacks, and dress shoes. The walls are a soft reddish pink color, easy on the eyes. You stand right across from him, a good twenty feet away.

From seemingly nowhere, a young girl wearing a white, slip-on dress possibly no older than 15 approaches Henry from the side with a small dagger in her hand. She seems very casual about it, a smile on her face, her heels clacking on the floor which is also the same color as the walls. She acknowledges your presence by glancing at you over her shoulder with a knowing look in her eyes.

She eases into his lap, straddling him while letting the blade drag up his neck. He doesn't react, his eyes only flickering down to meet her eyes and maybe catch yours if you're still watching. A thin, red line forms, and while you can't physically see it from there, dream logic dictates that you know exactly what's going on.

The longer you wait, the more lines she cuts into his skin.

[hotspot 01]

He fell asleep by the training area, sitting on a bench of sorts to take a quick break from his sets. Sweating profusely, it's a good thing he's wearing only what he needs for a work out. Unlike his sleeping dreamself, he doesn't make any noise or stir too much, though sometimes his eyebrows pinch together and he grimaces in his sleep.

Any slight noise wakes him though with a start, and his hand automatically goes down by his hip where his saber would normally be resting. Nothing. A wave of panic washes over him before immediately settling again as he realizes he's just sitting on the bench.

"Jesus..."

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[handsomefoil]

Henry tries to rotate midair but fails. Instead, he decides to just lower himself closer to the ground so that he can reach for Eames this way. He holds out a gloved hand, ready to hoist him into the air with him like that's how this actually works. Crazy. He knows.

"Ready?"

[withimagination]

Eames watches from below still, sort of impatient. It looked kind of awesome, and Eames is nothing if not completely childish. Let him up there!

He takes his hand tightly, smirking. "Ready!"

[handsomefoil]

Maybe Eames will chalk this up to being a dream, but Henry thinks what he does next as pretty standard fare stuff. Gripping tight, he musters up all the strength he can and still trying to keep up with the lack of physics in his dream he slings him towards the ceiling.

He can throw someone pretty hard especially if he's trying to use an insane meteror move on someone, so Eames will find him a good lengths away from Henry, just floating closer towards the whited-out ceiling.

"How's the view up there?"

[withimagination]

That's a pretty crazy way to get closer, and yet Eames finds it completely thrilling, whooping as he gets closer. He reaches out, wondering if he can touch a surface to it, or if it just goes on and on forever. Pausing, he looks over his shoulder at him with a grin.

"Not so bad."

[handsomefoil]

Well, at least somebody is enjoying themselves despite having a terrible wound in their shoulder. Floating up towards the ceiling alongside him, he returns the grin a little. Then back at the white out in front of them, a vast unknown of ...something. Nothing. He's not sure at all.

"Not nervous of where it might lead? I know I'm hoping it's out of this dream but... sometimes I find my dreams rather untrustworthy."

[withimagination]

"Nothing we can't find a way out of, I'm sure," he says with his grin still firmly in place, though now he's beginning to feel the affect of being thrown with an injured arm. Ow.

"Though I think I might be more adventurous than the average chap."

He tries to move forward like Henry, experimenting.

[handsomefoil]

A thoughtful hum. He squints at the blank space in front of him, then turns his head to see Eames floating on a head a little. At least he's in good company; one who isn't afraid to toe at some boundaries where realities and the subconscious are involved.

"Do you fear death, Eames?"