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Breach!

Day twenty of the month of Domino starts as a perfectly normal day on the Voidtrecker express. Passengers work on chores, or play games, bicker and read. The usual ways of relieving the slight tedium that come with being stuck on a train. Even a train that is hurtling through the void.

It is about mid morning when the whole train tilts, suddenly as if it has been hit. It is enough to knock passengers over if they don’t catch themselves quick enough. For those in the games car there is a loud bang as something hits the window. A small black object is stuck in the window for a moment before it dislodges and disappears as quickly as it appears.

The window doesn’t smash but cracks appear around the impact site. Almost immediately sirens begin going off. "Breach. Breach. Warning. Breach."

Hopefully passengers will remember what they are to do in the event of such an incident. For anyone in the kitchen they will see that the oven, water and other appliances switch off. Doors begin closing around the train, in an attempt to seal carriages.

Those in the games carriage won’t see much of that, they will barely have time to register what has happened before they feel dizzy and sleepy, falling to the ground where they are. This spreads throughout the train, the further away a passenger is from the games car the longer they will have before they succumb but within fifteen minutes everyone on the train will be sleeping. Even including those who usually do not sleep or even those who cannot sleep.

Because this is no ordinary sleep.

For some passengers they will sleep the whole day and night, solidly and dreamlessly. But for others, for most, their sleep is anything but peaceful.

They will dream, strange, wonderful or terrible dreams and walk those dreams with their fellow passengers. Tumbling from one to another with no sense of where one ends and the other begins they will dream the whole day and night, though it will likely feel much longer and perhaps much shorter.

Their dreams may come from themselves, they may come from their fellow passengers and there are a few dreams that all may find themselves dreaming.

Infestation

The train is filled with dralite. They are everywhere, in every carriage. Flying through doors, in your bed. This dream takes the form of a stress dream, every time you think you have emptied a space of dralite there are more.

They aren’t aggressive creatures, just annoying and the ever shifting dream means that every time you remove one from hugging your head another appears. The train shifts and warps, carriages muddling as you move through it trying to contain all of the creatures.

A Distant Light

It is a dark night, though there are stars in the sky. In the distance there is a bonfire lighting up the area. Around it there are figures, they are too far away to make out any features but in the flickering light you can see they wear hoodies in the colours you know well by now.

There is the sound of singing and laughter and you want to approach. But no matter how long you walk the fire is always in the distance, never getting closer. You feel a great longing to be at the fire, but it is out of reach.

Flying

Flying is such a universal dream and so it is not surprising many of your dreams will incorporate this. You fly, over mountain, across rivers and seas, through forests and through the debths of space itself.

But most often you fly through the void, the ever shifting void around you, diving through colours that swirl and dance around you.

Dream well Void warriors!

(OOC: The plotting and information post is here. Characters will wake up on day 21 and there will be an ooc mod post detailing that on the 10th February.)

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In the Zone
The Ghost Zone was never quiet. It was an endlessly shifting green void, filled with islands and realms and doors to other times and places. And so many ghosts, many of whom never hesitated at a chance to pick a fight. And even when any of his acquaintances weren't around, there was always the chance of being trampled by a migrating herd of ghost unicorn.

It was quiet for now.

But right now Danny didn't care about any of that. He was lost in the thrill of exploring the zone, flying and dodging around floating obstacles.

The Great Fenton Family Vacation
Danny stares at the decrepit building with resignation. He wasn't exactly surprised. Any family outing his parents planned tended to have a certain theme.

"Ghosts!" he hears his Dad exclaim. "I'm telling you this place has to be full of them! And after this its off to the haunted amusement park and the haunted abandoned hospital." His Dad turns to face him with a grin."Its going to be the perfect opportunity for you kids to get some experience hunting real ghosts!"

A flash of white will catch his eyes, a hang-glider slicing through the zone, riding the wind below him.

Now that was new. Everyone who lived here could fly, so who would need a hang-glider? Danny dives down to investigate.

The glider is moving aimlessly, probably lost? And as Danny dives down, the pilot seems to decide that he isn't getting anywhere, the rigid wings collapsing to a white cape, revealing a white tuxedo and top-hat wearing guy.

He looks up, face concealed with a monocle and that top-hat, and waves.

"Yo. Now I've seen everything, are you actually flying?"

"This is the Ghost Zone," Danny points out. "Its the best way to get around. Better question, why are you here? Walker always throws a fit when humans or their stuff gets in here."

"Ghost zone?" An eyebrow lifts.

"My, I might be a Phantom Thief, but I'm not actually dead, so I suspect I am terribly lost, Ghost-san. I suppose that last bullet might have done a bit more damage than I thought?"

"Well, you're not green or glowing yet,so odds are you're not a ghost yet. People sometimes find their way in here through random portals. You know, like the Bermuda Triangle. Did you happen to see where you came in? If you're lucky it will still be open."

He grins wryly. "Well I was in Japan when it happened. I didn't notice any portal? But I was rather trying to get away from guys with guns, at the time..."

Danny stares at him.

"Wait, are we talking actual guns or ectoguns?"

"Actual guns. And Mysterious Evil Organisations in Black. What are ectoguns?"

"Ectoplasm based weapons. Mostly harmless to humans, developed to hurt ghosts." Danny makes a face. "Most of the ghosthunters back home carry them."

"Huh! No ghosts where I'm from. I'm a phantom only in name."

"Really? Weird." Danny shrugs."But if you don't get out of here soon you're going to be meeting ghosts everywhere."

He looks around curiously. "Don't see anyone else at the moment. Are they like. Hiding? "

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"They're always like this, aren't they?" Nita whispers, somehow beside Danny, once she's sure the parents aren't looking.

"Are they expecting you to join in or something?"

"Wait a few minutes," Danny says with resignation. "They haven't gotten out the anti-ghost bazookas yet. And yeah, Jazz told them that we needed more family bonding time. This is what they came up with."

He turns and looks at her.

"Have we met?"

"They're not good at actually crowded places, are they?"

Nita frowns, concentrating; his face is familiar, but she can't place why.

"Maybe? I'm Nita. And you?"

"Crowded places aren't usually good at them."

He frowns at Nita, trying to place her face or name.

"Danny Fenton."

That, she could imagine. She winces.

"Guess we are new, then."

She looks back at the building, at Danny's family.

"Should we go in, or go flying?"

"What do you mean flying?"

Nita shrugs.

"I've got a way to air-step that even these people couldn't mistake for the supernatural. People filter out wizardries like it automatically."

Cognitive dissonance is a hell of a trip.

"Dad mistakes everything for the supernatural. He thinks ghosts are responsible for his missing socks."

"I've gotten this one past people in Manhattan, before, and there's way more people there then, well... this place."

As long as Jack's not looking when they start it up, they'll be fine.

"And just between you and me, it's more likely to be mice than it is rambunctious spirits from this or any other world."

Nita winks.

"....I'm thinking you haven't spent much time in Amity Park."

Danny was very skeptical that this was going to work.

"Fair warning, if Dad does spot this he'll probably shoot both of us with the ecto-foamer. It's harmless, but the it takes forever to get it all off."

"And that is what shields are for."

Yes, Nita was that confident in her shields. She'd spent a lot of time workshopping them, okay?

Casually speaking the shape of the first step, she moved up on it and gestured ahead of them.

"Ready? We'll start low, work around the building as we go up."

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