Come Dreamwalk With Me 2 (Open Log)
Who: Polly (curious_copycat) and anyone who feels like it.
What: Nocturnal Telepathic Shenanigans, Random CR, Drama, Exposition, Crack, Surreal Shite, Whatever you want.
Where: In Your Head
When: Tonight, during Polly's break. (But latecomers are always welcome.)
Warnings: A few of Polly's memories might come with her, and there are monsters in that thar head. Beyond that, it depends on your dreams (or nightmares). Anything can happen.
Style: [Action Brackets], Prose, whatever you prefer.
Polly had been overdoing it. She had a habit of it, so this was nothing new. When her break came, on the night watch, she retreated to her room and flopped down on the couch, intending to rest for just a moment. It shouldn't have come as a surprise when her eyes drifted closed.
In her sleep, she walked in her memories, and this had started to be a more restful thing, of late. The monsters of her past had been claimed, and this allowed her a certain amount of control over them, though she was not yet always lucid enough to enact it.
While she could not truly dream, she had learned that her telepathy allowed her to walk in those of others. Without the inhibitions of the waking world to keep her in check, she found her mind reaching out to those worlds that sleeping Ephemerals kept in their heads, the microcosms of their minds, where anything could happen...
What: Nocturnal Telepathic Shenanigans, Random CR, Drama, Exposition, Crack, Surreal Shite, Whatever you want.
Where: In Your Head
When: Tonight, during Polly's break. (But latecomers are always welcome.)
Warnings: A few of Polly's memories might come with her, and there are monsters in that thar head. Beyond that, it depends on your dreams (or nightmares). Anything can happen.
Style: [Action Brackets], Prose, whatever you prefer.
Polly had been overdoing it. She had a habit of it, so this was nothing new. When her break came, on the night watch, she retreated to her room and flopped down on the couch, intending to rest for just a moment. It shouldn't have come as a surprise when her eyes drifted closed.
In her sleep, she walked in her memories, and this had started to be a more restful thing, of late. The monsters of her past had been claimed, and this allowed her a certain amount of control over them, though she was not yet always lucid enough to enact it.
While she could not truly dream, she had learned that her telepathy allowed her to walk in those of others. Without the inhibitions of the waking world to keep her in check, she found her mind reaching out to those worlds that sleeping Ephemerals kept in their heads, the microcosms of their minds, where anything could happen...