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(OPEN) dream a little dream of me
WHO: Howard Carter and YOU
WHERE: His head, one prompt in Apprassage
WHEN: Throughout July
WHAT: the strange dreams of a strange man, and one prompt in the real world
WARNINGS: Body horror, Howard dealing with being a big squid monster, violence, probably murder, specific warnings are above the specific prompts!
I. DREAMSCAPES
- A. (cw: drowning imagery, death, body horror)
[This...is not land.]
[This is the opposite of land. It's water. Deep blue permeates every inch of your vision, the sound of your heart far too loud against the deafened sound of the world around you. Surprisingly, you can breathe, even talk, but when you do you can see bubbles. They're bright against the gloomy darkness of the ocean.]
[In front of you is an immense forest of seaweed, pitch-black as can be. The fronds rise so far up above that it's hard to even see how tall they go. When they shift together, as if in a breeze, it seems there's the sound of whispering. A fish darts out from the leaves - you can see, momentarily, that it has too many eyes. This place is wrong. You shouldn't come here. And yet...]
[There's the sound of sobbing - a deep voice emanates from deep within the seaweed forest:]
It can't be me, it can't be me, it can't be...
[Should you enter? Perhaps your common sense should tell you otherwise.]
[The fronds of the seaweed brush against your arms, like welcoming an old friend.]
- B. (cw: violence, body horror)
[You wake up in the middle of a clearing in a forest, the rapid sound of gunfire filling your ears. It must be mid-day, judging by the amount of light streaming through the leaves. There's the sound of men yelling frantically in the background among the gunshots - but you can't see anything around you at the moment, except...]
[There's a person lying down on the ground, dressed completely in black. A cursory glance shows no sign of blood or any visible wounds, and yet he's not moving. Get close enough, and suddenly the man's chest will heave with a low, disgruntled sort of noise.]
[He's snoring.]
[The sounds of gunfire are getting closer...]
- C. (cw: discussion of death and drowning)
[You're on a beach that looks like it's had most of the color sucked away from it - the sky is almost completely covered by light grey clouds, the sand almost completely white. Even the ocean itself seems murky and lifeless, a dull turquoise color that mixes with the dirty foam it laps up on the shore.]
[There are two figures here - one is a small child dressed in a old-fashioned striped bathing suit running up and down the beach, wet strands of shoulder-length black hair sticking to their cheeks as they bend here and there, collecting shells or occasionally letting the ocean lap up against their feet. They completely ignore your presence - the child looks sickly thin and pale, but they're clearly having a good time judging by the bright smile on their face.]
[The other figure is sitting a little further away from the ocean on the sand, long legs drawn up against him as he just stares over at the child. Howard heaves a long sigh - if you get close enough, you can see his hands, crossed over his legs, are trembling. He looks up at his dream intruder, but his oddly purple eyes slide back to the ocean.]
These were simpler times. [He finally states.] If only it could have...stayed that way.
[If you listen carefully, you can hear the sounds of arguing in the far distance, intermixed with the sounds of waves. But there's no one else around.]
-D. (cw: talking cats)
[This is a quaint little town. There are green cottages with overhanging stories and neatly-kept farms with cobblestone pathways in the middle of bright patches of green grass. The sky is blue. The air is fresh. There are a lot of cats in this place. A lot of them. Black, calico, ginger, old, young, fat, thin - it's hardly like every inch of the place is covered by them, but this is probably more cats than you've ever seen in one place (save for like, a cat cafe).]
[A pretty brown cat makes its way up to the dream intruder, long tail brushing against their legs in a friendly manner. A woman's voice can suddenly be heard - it's coming from the cat.]
Hm? Are you here to see Carter?
II. A QUIET NIGHT IN APPRASSAGE
[Perhaps these dreams are keeping you from really enjoying sleep, or maybe nighttime is just your time of day. Either way, the streets are practically empty - it's getting quite late. However, there's a man sitting on a bench, just staring at nothing in particular. The circles under Howard's eyes seem darker than usual. When he sees someone pass, he speaks up, slender hand resting on the space of the bench next to him.]
Come...sit, if you want. [There's a grim smile on his face.] It's nice to just...take a break, for a little while, don't you think? Even from dreams...
WHERE: His head, one prompt in Apprassage
WHEN: Throughout July
WHAT: the strange dreams of a strange man, and one prompt in the real world
WARNINGS: Body horror, Howard dealing with being a big squid monster, violence, probably murder, specific warnings are above the specific prompts!
I. DREAMSCAPES
- A. (cw: drowning imagery, death, body horror)
[This...is not land.]
[This is the opposite of land. It's water. Deep blue permeates every inch of your vision, the sound of your heart far too loud against the deafened sound of the world around you. Surprisingly, you can breathe, even talk, but when you do you can see bubbles. They're bright against the gloomy darkness of the ocean.]
[In front of you is an immense forest of seaweed, pitch-black as can be. The fronds rise so far up above that it's hard to even see how tall they go. When they shift together, as if in a breeze, it seems there's the sound of whispering. A fish darts out from the leaves - you can see, momentarily, that it has too many eyes. This place is wrong. You shouldn't come here. And yet...]
[There's the sound of sobbing - a deep voice emanates from deep within the seaweed forest:]
It can't be me, it can't be me, it can't be...
[Should you enter? Perhaps your common sense should tell you otherwise.]
[The fronds of the seaweed brush against your arms, like welcoming an old friend.]
- B. (cw: violence, body horror)
[You wake up in the middle of a clearing in a forest, the rapid sound of gunfire filling your ears. It must be mid-day, judging by the amount of light streaming through the leaves. There's the sound of men yelling frantically in the background among the gunshots - but you can't see anything around you at the moment, except...]
[There's a person lying down on the ground, dressed completely in black. A cursory glance shows no sign of blood or any visible wounds, and yet he's not moving. Get close enough, and suddenly the man's chest will heave with a low, disgruntled sort of noise.]
[He's snoring.]
[The sounds of gunfire are getting closer...]
- C. (cw: discussion of death and drowning)
[You're on a beach that looks like it's had most of the color sucked away from it - the sky is almost completely covered by light grey clouds, the sand almost completely white. Even the ocean itself seems murky and lifeless, a dull turquoise color that mixes with the dirty foam it laps up on the shore.]
[There are two figures here - one is a small child dressed in a old-fashioned striped bathing suit running up and down the beach, wet strands of shoulder-length black hair sticking to their cheeks as they bend here and there, collecting shells or occasionally letting the ocean lap up against their feet. They completely ignore your presence - the child looks sickly thin and pale, but they're clearly having a good time judging by the bright smile on their face.]
[The other figure is sitting a little further away from the ocean on the sand, long legs drawn up against him as he just stares over at the child. Howard heaves a long sigh - if you get close enough, you can see his hands, crossed over his legs, are trembling. He looks up at his dream intruder, but his oddly purple eyes slide back to the ocean.]
These were simpler times. [He finally states.] If only it could have...stayed that way.
[If you listen carefully, you can hear the sounds of arguing in the far distance, intermixed with the sounds of waves. But there's no one else around.]
-D. (cw: talking cats)
[This is a quaint little town. There are green cottages with overhanging stories and neatly-kept farms with cobblestone pathways in the middle of bright patches of green grass. The sky is blue. The air is fresh. There are a lot of cats in this place. A lot of them. Black, calico, ginger, old, young, fat, thin - it's hardly like every inch of the place is covered by them, but this is probably more cats than you've ever seen in one place (save for like, a cat cafe).]
[A pretty brown cat makes its way up to the dream intruder, long tail brushing against their legs in a friendly manner. A woman's voice can suddenly be heard - it's coming from the cat.]
Hm? Are you here to see Carter?
II. A QUIET NIGHT IN APPRASSAGE
[Perhaps these dreams are keeping you from really enjoying sleep, or maybe nighttime is just your time of day. Either way, the streets are practically empty - it's getting quite late. However, there's a man sitting on a bench, just staring at nothing in particular. The circles under Howard's eyes seem darker than usual. When he sees someone pass, he speaks up, slender hand resting on the space of the bench next to him.]
Come...sit, if you want. [There's a grim smile on his face.] It's nice to just...take a break, for a little while, don't you think? Even from dreams...