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Welcome to Edensphere--Oh it's YOU lot again.

Oct 25, 2009 11:22

Characters: OPEN TO: Hatchlings, greeters, guards.
Date/Time: After the fire.
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG-13 for nudity and swearing
Summary: A lot of people return! There are probably some people there to greet them.

( Like a phoenix rising in the sky // We will run into the morning light )

~d.gray-man: timothy (ghost), *birthday, power rangers: bridge (brooklyn), kuroshitsuji: grell (juliet), ~d.gray-man: tyki (jack)*, trigun: wolfwood (chapel), ~kh: roxas (sora), ~power rangers: syd (pinky), ~kh: sora (sky), ~d.gray-man: allen (cross), ~gundam 00: setsuna (gundam), ~gundam 00: sumeragi (cheers), ~ff8: selphie (lucy), ~firefly/serenity: inara (companion), ~marvel 616: logan (phoenix), original: fugue, ~digimon: tailmon (ari), d.gray-man: lavi (rabbit), ~young avengers: tommy (dash), ff5: krile (cara), ~npc: sol/luna, ~spirited away: haku (river), sailor moon: chibiusa (sailormoon), ~bleach: yachiru (blood), discworld: vimes (stoneface), power rangers: sky (spike), gundam 00: lockon lyle (gene-1), star wars kotor ii: brianna (handmaiden), ~power rangers: jack (ghost), npc: steve, ~fma: ed (alchemy)

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Morning, Wednesday October 28 reckless_rebel October 25 2009, 18:50:40 UTC

The dream was a lot less pleasant than the first one he'd had coming to Edensphere. Even taking into account the creepy scientists in the first one, the second one lacked pizza. And spandex. At least it had friends.

Then again seeing Cross burn to ash while cackling maniacally in his dreams, and facing Ran while Chase tried to eat his face off... Yeah. He'd stick to the creepy scientists. They were an old and familiar trauma. He liked them over the new nightmare.

Speaking of which, the last thing Dash remembered was... Code and Midget. And a hell of a lot of pain. He must have died, but he didn't remember dying. Or was that part of the dream too? He was disoriented. He didn't know what was what, but he had one urgent thing on his mind. He couldn't stay still. He had to move. Find Cross, Ghost, and Code. Gather his people. Couldn't... Or was that the dream ( ... )

Re: Morning, Wednesday October 28 metalandashes October 25 2009, 20:23:42 UTC

No gentle awakening this time: only a sudden jolt, like hitting the ground after a fall, and Wolverine opened his eyes on a world of greenish-white. Everything was muted. He could hear the beat of his own heart, and a discordant rushing sound. His body felt cramped and strange. His head was swimming, the warm atmosphere of his dream lingering in his thoughts, so he almost expected to taste ginger and smoke when he swallowed ( ... )

Re: Morning, Wednesday October 28 crownofsnow October 25 2009, 21:25:26 UTC

It wasn't Cross that opened his eyes at first. He glared at the inner walls of the cocoon and set his jaw. The dream for all of its tones, disturbed what was in control. Not that it could really move the body to get free of the current predicament. Musician, it decided to call it's self for now, managed to lean forward to peer at the wall.

Cross had to wonder how he'd somehow managed to press up again the cocoon wall like some sort of invalid. He glanced around the space and glared at the stump for an arm he had on one side. His hand touched the smooth wall and he drew it back in a fist. Death by fire wasn't a way he wanted to remember. His fist smashed into the wall before he tumbled tail over end onto the floor. He didn't bother to take a moment to relax, flipping to his feet.

He spotted the other two and looked around for a greeter. He knew the routine, a damn towel was needed stat.

reckless_rebel October 25 2009, 22:08:13 UTC

Wolverine got a dazed look from Dash. Man those claws were familiar and wasn't it kinda dangerous to be around a naked and angry looking man wielding those choppers? Dash was too discombobulated to react, really, just staring dumbly at the other man, lost in though.

Dash still couldn't remember dying. Was the normal? He was pretty sure he hadn't died to facemauling via Ran's dinosaur, so that had to be his dream. But had Cross dying been dream or reality? Or both?

He didn't have to wait long to get that answered, when Cross burst out of one of the nearby cocoons.

So the three of them died. Great. Oh fuck they'd died. What about Ghost?

"Midget." Dash croaked, scrambling to his feet and slipping on the goo, ending up back on his ass. He hadn't been this dazed when he'd hatched the first time, what was different now? "How long... Were we--what happened--" Neither of these two would know. And why wasn't there a greeter?

"Happy birthday to us." Dash muttered, getting to his feet more carefully this time.

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uhh... Evening, Wenesday October 28 sounds like a busy day. ittybityprodigy October 26 2009, 00:12:40 UTC

He was curled up in the cocoon. His skin tingled the way new skin tended to do; the nerves were newly connected, but his mind refused to allow the extra day that might be required for a fully peaceful birth. His mind clicked on as he saw himself running across the burning field.

Alchemy rubbed where his shoulder was a joint for a metal limb; he could feel the pieces. There were flames in his memories, vague, heat. He recalled pain but it was blurry. Then his dream had caught fire. He put a hand out, flesh brushing the edge of the container.

He wasn't sure where he was, or what had happened. But information flooded his mind: I'm the Fullmetal Alchemist. He breathed in, but it caught in his throat and he thrashed around, spilling out onto the cold floor. Edward Elric. He was certain that was his name ( ... )

Re: uhh... Evening, Wenesday October 28 sounds like a busy day. lemonshine October 26 2009, 01:46:29 UTC

Lucy woke quickly from the dream as a surge of panic overtook her mind. Once again, she was trapped inside a cocoon, dead from her own crazy notions. This time, Lucy swore she'd act differently as she kicked at the bottom of the egg that encased her ( ... )

npc_kun October 26 2009, 20:57:51 UTC

Steve was on duty this evening. The whole Sphere still stank of fire, and he had just finished helping other people shift beams around, trying to clear out the housing section, and making a tally of any dead they found. He massaged his shoulder, frowning. He must have wrenched it at some point during the day ( ... )

ittybityprodigy October 26 2009, 21:05:57 UTC

There was a splurch as Lucy's form fell from the cocoon. Alchemy looked over to see who it was. And she was female. Very female. So female, in fact, that Alchemy managed to flail enough that he fell into his cocoon again, breaking the egg-shell and wanting nothing more than to crawl back inside and forget he had ever seen that much of Lucy.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" He practically screamed this while holding a broken bit in front of his fact with his one hand. "Hell if I know where my arm is, it's not like it just falls off all the time!" He was still rather annoyed and startled by the addition of a female to the birthing party. He hadn't even been born with a sibling last time!

Last time... "Shit..." He remembered, vaguely, the fire in the house. He smacked the bit on his forehead. It crumbled and he quickly grabbed another piece to hide the girl from his vision. I... died? This was unfair, completely. He hadn't even done anything to- "Ugh, what is that smell!?" He hadn't noticed it until now. Although, that might have ( ... )

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Evening, Monday October 26 codename_potato October 27 2009, 04:44:30 UTC

It was the same dream as before. Gundam woke from the sensation of falling, and opened his eyes to murky goo, breathed it in. Less confused than the first time--though that hadn't been the first time, they'd told him he'd done it before--he pushed forward, sliding out as the wall broke and catching himself on the cold floor.

He could smell smoke still, and when he wiped goop from his eyes and cleared it from his lungs he could see it around him, fire-scorched walls and a thin layer of ash over everything.

The look and smell of... War. He was almost sure this was similar to what war must be like, the lingering damage and smell.

Raise, Bastet. They had both been alive... But what about now? And the others, Aurora, Range, Cara?

notpaid2dodge October 27 2009, 05:42:12 UTC

By contrast, his birth dream had only been partially the same, with certain things coming into clearer focus the second time around; he knew that one of the voices in the oasis with the iron trees was the same as the one in the memory of the flute, and this time, he'd watched himself operate the suit from the inside rather than on the outside looking in. The panels hadn't made any sense to him--most of them unmarked, suggesting a level of necessary familiarity--but it was another vague thing to go on ( ... )

codename_potato October 27 2009, 07:33:28 UTC

Gundam stepped towards the table when a cocoon nearby released... The man from the mistletoe? He stared at Nobody silently for a moment, watching the man take stock of himself, not quite wary but... Not really relaxed either. Hopefully there would be no repeat of their last encounter, but...He glanced upward, on reflex, but was relieved to find the eaves above them free of any suspicious plants. But they were black with more smoke ( ... )

notpaid2dodge October 27 2009, 08:10:52 UTC

Being stared at was already something he found mildly unnerving. Being stared at while lacking in cover and by someone who didn't seem to blink very much only made it worse. Nobody was, therefore, somewhat grateful for the clothing that got tossed his way--although, given the fact that there was nothing to dry off with, he didn't see that the clothing would be much good for very long. It would stain, and then dry badly, and possibly stink; who knew if washing it would get rid of that? The faint recollection of wanting to purchase a new outfit tugged at the back of his mind and he decided that, yes, it was indeed time to get one ( ... )

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Tuesday || Afternoon || Bridge, Rabbit, Sol, & Luna npc_kun October 27 2009, 04:54:26 UTC

Sol lifted a neat stack of clothing and set it down a few feet over. He twisted at the waist, taking another, and repeating the process. His lips were tight, brows furrowed in concentration, as if this needless task was of high priority.

Behind him, Luna who would've normally been skipping, sat today. She stayed propped up with her palms against the floor behind her. Her head tilted back, just as dark as her brother's, lightly swaying from side to side as she sang so very quietly, "It's flaming~ It's burning~ The old man is turning~ He bumped his head, now they're all dead--"

"Luna!" Sol slammed the clothing pile down harder than necessary, looking back at his sister with a scowl. She silenced, bowing her head, and he forced a cough, turning away from her and curling his shoulders inward.

"Oh, look, Sol!"

His attention turned to the cocoons, where not one, but two wriggled.

Luna sharply pointed at them, a grin taking over her face. "Who do you think it is this time?"

Re: Tuesday || Afternoon || Bridge, Rabbit, Sol, & Luna handy_psychic October 27 2009, 05:03:28 UTC

"We're waiting for you!"

Bridge was puzzled as to why he'd had such a dream- seeing his friends rescuing him, then saying they were waiting for him. Why would they be...?

He then opened his eyes.

Oh.

Rather unconcerned about the whole "cocoon-and-nakedness" thing, more concerned about the fact that he was in one of them again in the first place, Bridge stretched and breathed easily; as he did, his foot broke through the wall of the cocoon, and he slid out onto the floor. Perhaps whoever was out there could tell him more.

redhead_rabbit October 27 2009, 05:08:24 UTC

The pain in his stomach from that pole. That pain in his heart that he just couldn't get to. It hurt as he suddenly came to in a familiar sticky mess. But if he was in an egg, why did he remember everything? The fire. Bridge....

Rabbit reached forward, pushing against the cocoon until it broke. The redhead spilled out and onto the floor, face forward, just like he did the first time. However this time, he remembered everything since he'd first arrived.

And then his face hit the floor. He knew he was alive, just as Eyepatch had said. "Ow......"

npc_kun October 27 2009, 05:44:57 UTC

Picking out two sets of clothing (one pink and a blue one with clouds, both horribly over-sized), Sol turned to face the not-so-new arrivals. Regardless, his gaze stayed on the floor, and he didn't speak a word.

Meanwhile, Luna scampered to her feet, holding her hands together behind her back. She glanced at the two of them briefly, suppressed the urge to giggle (though nothing could hide the grin), then lifted her attention as some form of giving them privacy.

"Welcome back~" she sang. "We're all out of towels."

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October 28th || Evening || Blood, Ghost & Stoneface stonyfaced October 29 2009, 01:44:59 UTC

Even the most determined tired out eventually, and Stoneface was no exception. Weary from running about all day, he decided that he could afford to take a shift at the Hatchery, if only for a chance to sit down. And pulling up a chair, that was exactly what he did.

He didn't linger in hopes that those dear to him would rehatch, although saying that the thought didn't cross his mind would be lying. He hoped, but didn't wait. There wouldn't be much use in that, would there be?

He rested his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands, only vaguely aware that said hands probably weren't very clean. It wouldn't do any harm to rest his eyes, just for a moment, would it? No, it probably wouldn't. Only for a moment...

Before he knew it, Stoneface was snoring softly, and although he'd deny it later, yes, drooling a bit. The one thing that he had forgotten when he decided to rest his eyes proved to be a key one: A watchman can sleep anywhere.

cocoon phasing ok'd by Ten redrobinhood October 29 2009, 02:45:17 UTC

Gradually the hillside Ghost had been standing on faded away, the feeling of standing in a light rain shifting into sensation of floating in warm liquid. He blinked and took a deep breath of goo ( ... )

pinkhairedchild October 29 2009, 03:35:57 UTC

Waking up from her amazing dream, Blood instantly felt confused. First, there was the lack of awesome animal noises. Second, this was not her stuffed animal bed. Third, she didn't feel snug as a bug in a rug at all.

In fact, she felt like she was floating in some nasty goo!

Wait... did she...?

Panic set in, her little body flailing as she fought to get out. She needed to find Big G, Stony, Blondie... everyone. She pushed as hard as she could, feeling the cocoon start to give way before she tumbled out onto the floor.

Naked.

On the cold floor.

Swiping at her eyes, she looked around. "That was gross! Where's my towel!"

stonyfaced October 29 2009, 04:09:48 UTC

When a thump sounded without the accustomed sound of the cocoon, Stoneface bolted upright with a snort. When did he fall asleep? And why was Ghost lying on the ground, very naked, without a coccoon having broken ( ... )

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