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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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A castle loomed in the background, in classic and magnificent Gothic style, save for being rather absurdly tall. Though the area around was relatively dark, with clouds smothering the sky and casting everything into shadow, the castle itself stood out brightly thanks to the glow of lava deep in the moat around it. This was a Netherworld; the land of demons, of darkness, and evil.

Striding up the hill came a demon. One with long hair that looked more like fire, and with such power around him that his every step made it splash outwards with purple radiance. The sneer, though... that was familiar.

"So! Come to invade my Netherworld, huh?"

"Not on purpose."

Nita was scowling, wondering where on Earth she'd gotten her dress from - it wasn't as bad as the Shamaska-Eilitt incident, but it was lacey and blue and so not her style.

"Be even better if I got the feeling I wasn't supposed to be some damsel in distress, here."

She had no Manual, no spells, but the expression on her face was still formidable.

"Huh. Yeah, I mean, I kind of feel like I should lock you in a high tower when you're wearing that dress." But he hadn't set out for a kidnapping today and it wasn't fun when they just came to you... "You should change."

"That's what I was thinking."

But when she reaches for a re-clothing routine, all she ends up with are the clothes she had when she arrived on the platform.

"... I never thought I could get sick of cargo shorts, but these are wearing on me."

Any punnage is not intentional on her part.

"You ever had problems like this?"

"You mean aside from being a book?"

Zetta frowned thoughtfully, folding his arms as she just went and whisked herself up some clothing. "Look, not that you don't look good in shorts, but that's not exactly appropriate for a Netherworld either."

Nita snorted. "Oh, definitely."

The peridexis is not here to laugh at Zetta, but it would if it were.

Nita spun herself around, trying one more time-

And this time ended up with a cloak, pants, and blazer.

But they were all orange.

"Oh, for the love of-"

"Okay, the cloak works, but... you've gotta have something in there that shows a little more skin." Zetta had priorities. Terrible ones, of course. But this was HIS Netherworld!

"I think I'm still underage, not counting Nautilus years," Nita pointed out.

"Isn't that at least a little important?"

Wait, hold on. One eyebrow went up, one went down. "...How are you not counting years?"

"When I got back home, I didn't actually age despite being alive for that extra period of time."

Nita shrugged again, the cloak flowing majestically.

"In Nautilus, aging was only a matter of willing yourself to - or in some cases, remembering to. I Woke, then eventually went back to my Unwakened self, then when the Train picked me up I had those memories again,"

Mostly.

"But my body's still 17."

"That's crap," Zetta pointed out with a wave of one finger, "and besides, age of consent hasn't got a damn thing to do with physiological age anyway. It's about reaching the mental capacity to make an informed decision!"

And don't even get started on how complicated the Netherworld was on this sort of thing. It was the home of succubi and so forth, after all.

Nita huffed a longer sigh.

"Well, then my informed decision is that I'm not going to show you any more skin than I am already if I don't have to!"

She'd stomp her feet, really, but that's probably overkill.

"...Damn." Apparently not about to press the issue, Zetta was instead going to grumble about missing out. "Just my luck when I finally have a body again!"

Nita was actually relieved at the focus change, but that didn't mean she was going to be any less stubborn.

"Considering you could have become a frog or something, I'd say you have luck enough already."

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"Shorts are comfy and easy to wear!"

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Nita, why are you invoking this hole?

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