007 || Dream Three: Under the Sea ♪
Effects: A sense of "WTF IS HAPPENING." Yeah, that's pretty much it.
Warnings: None! Just Axel swimming around...with a tail.
[Well. This is something different. And he's not sure whether he likes it or not.
In this dream there's...quite a lot of color. Blues, mostly, but every color in the spectrum is around here, and for a moment he wonders if it's just too light and he's seeing things funny. But, no; no, for sure he's somewhere in the right light and everything, and when Axel looks around--right, left, up and down--he finally notices.
He's somehow wound up in Atlantica. That's right. The place full of mermaids and talking crabs and fish. You know, the place where they sing? And here he is, flailing about for a moment while he tries to figure out how to navigate himself properly, though the most he's doing is going in a circle, wildly flapping the now long red tail which, as he recalls, were once his legs.
Honestly, it's like flying in Neverland all over again. Only worse!
Quietly cursing to himself he tries to go in a straight line before a certain group of happy-go-lucky fish swarm him.]
Let's play, come on, Ariel, let's play!
...Excuse me?
You're sure that's Ariel? Of course it's Ariel; she's got red hair! Come on, Ariel, come on. Let's play!
[And with that the fish swim more frantically and start to tug at his fins.]
Hey, quit it...!
Whoa, whoa, whoa--!
[SPUTTERING NOW. Axel flails after having fallen out of bed and somehow into a nice little puddle of water. Only...it's not so much a puddle, but more like a pool. Soaking wet, he shakes his head to get water out of his hair and then struggles to get back on his bed...only to realize that, dammit, that thing's flooded, too.]
...I hate this weather.
Warnings: None! Just Axel swimming around...with a tail.
[Well. This is something different. And he's not sure whether he likes it or not.
In this dream there's...quite a lot of color. Blues, mostly, but every color in the spectrum is around here, and for a moment he wonders if it's just too light and he's seeing things funny. But, no; no, for sure he's somewhere in the right light and everything, and when Axel looks around--right, left, up and down--he finally notices.
He's somehow wound up in Atlantica. That's right. The place full of mermaids and talking crabs and fish. You know, the place where they sing? And here he is, flailing about for a moment while he tries to figure out how to navigate himself properly, though the most he's doing is going in a circle, wildly flapping the now long red tail which, as he recalls, were once his legs.
Honestly, it's like flying in Neverland all over again. Only worse!
Quietly cursing to himself he tries to go in a straight line before a certain group of happy-go-lucky fish swarm him.]
Let's play, come on, Ariel, let's play!
...Excuse me?
You're sure that's Ariel? Of course it's Ariel; she's got red hair! Come on, Ariel, come on. Let's play!
[And with that the fish swim more frantically and start to tug at his fins.]
Hey, quit it...!
Whoa, whoa, whoa--!
[SPUTTERING NOW. Axel flails after having fallen out of bed and somehow into a nice little puddle of water. Only...it's not so much a puddle, but more like a pool. Soaking wet, he shakes his head to get water out of his hair and then struggles to get back on his bed...only to realize that, dammit, that thing's flooded, too.]
...I hate this weather.