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[Open] Zombie apocalypse, AHOY
Who: Unnamed & YOU
Which: Open log
Where: Reverein & dreamscape
What: Unnamed has a dream about his home....a zombie apocalypse :')
Warnings: Pandemics, disease, undead, mild gore...bc they zombies
Dream - cw zombies, mild gore, pandemics, disease
[ The dream begins with a city of towering buildings. Skyscrapers as tall as any world of modern civilization, built so that they could touch the clouds if only the right weather permitted it. City stretches as far as they eye can see. It's a marvel and a feat of engineering, creating the impression of a cast society...until the details of the image become clearer.
The vast buildings are battered and broken. The city is not pristine, but ravaged by time and nature. Some of the skyscrapers have toppled, their inside burnt out by some long-gone calamity. Others lean precariously to one side, whole sections of its floors missing. This metropolis...is nothing more than ruins.
Roads are flooded; their signs overtaken by wild growth. There are cars, worn and rusted and broken. Dozens upon dozens litter the streets. Some have their windows smashed in. Others, it's as if something has broken its way out.
Potholes and debris are everywhere. Storefronts have been looted and lay ruined or boarded up. There are barriers over what could have once been strongholds, old stores; banks; park gates. Disrepair is everywhere.
Something has happened in the city. Something very, very wrong.
Little clues can be found here and there in the form of graffiti on the walls: NO WAY OUT some say; others read SHELTER AHEAD, long-since crossed out. Several of the houses have old Search & Rescue marks on them, the red of their paint long since faded and worn. The numbers, for those that understand them, are clear: 5DB, IF. Dead Bodies. Infection.
The dream starts there. An empty house, broken and cold; the scent of damp mildew lingering in the air. There are old photos on the walls, but their surfaces are caked with dirt and grime. Some are broken and the pictures inside are all but rotted away. The kitchen table is broken in two down the middle, as if from a large impact. The front door lies flat in the entrance. There are scratch marks in the rotted wood. Something tried to claw its way in--and succeeded.
There's a stifling, isolated feeling which permeates the dream...right up until a (perhaps familiar) sound comes from behind: ]
...Auh?
[ Unnamed blinks at your character: dishevelled and dirty, clothes in tatters...but most of all, confused. What are you doing in his world?? ]
[ ooc; WELCOME TO ZOMBOI'S HOME WORLD, Y'ALL. It sucks 8') And it's filled with zombies! (the slow-moving kind). Feel free to dreamhop as normal or as one of the infected! Wanna be a zombie? GO FOR IT. Zombies will ignore other Infected & leave them alone, but if you'd like them to respond to your character as food...that is also fine. You can also tag as if post-dream (aka your character saw the recording) and went to find him after.
FOLLOW YOUR HEART. hmu on![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
owlits if you have any questions/wanna plot/etc
EDIT: it is also 100% optional for dream!zombies to recognize your character as food!! they could ignore them, not notice them, be indifferent to them, etc. Horror threads are not a must c: ]
Which: Open log
Where: Reverein & dreamscape
What: Unnamed has a dream about his home....a zombie apocalypse :')
Warnings: Pandemics, disease, undead, mild gore...bc they zombies
Dream - cw zombies, mild gore, pandemics, disease
[ The dream begins with a city of towering buildings. Skyscrapers as tall as any world of modern civilization, built so that they could touch the clouds if only the right weather permitted it. City stretches as far as they eye can see. It's a marvel and a feat of engineering, creating the impression of a cast society...until the details of the image become clearer.
The vast buildings are battered and broken. The city is not pristine, but ravaged by time and nature. Some of the skyscrapers have toppled, their inside burnt out by some long-gone calamity. Others lean precariously to one side, whole sections of its floors missing. This metropolis...is nothing more than ruins.
Roads are flooded; their signs overtaken by wild growth. There are cars, worn and rusted and broken. Dozens upon dozens litter the streets. Some have their windows smashed in. Others, it's as if something has broken its way out.
Potholes and debris are everywhere. Storefronts have been looted and lay ruined or boarded up. There are barriers over what could have once been strongholds, old stores; banks; park gates. Disrepair is everywhere.
Something has happened in the city. Something very, very wrong.
Little clues can be found here and there in the form of graffiti on the walls: NO WAY OUT some say; others read SHELTER AHEAD, long-since crossed out. Several of the houses have old Search & Rescue marks on them, the red of their paint long since faded and worn. The numbers, for those that understand them, are clear: 5DB, IF. Dead Bodies. Infection.
The dream starts there. An empty house, broken and cold; the scent of damp mildew lingering in the air. There are old photos on the walls, but their surfaces are caked with dirt and grime. Some are broken and the pictures inside are all but rotted away. The kitchen table is broken in two down the middle, as if from a large impact. The front door lies flat in the entrance. There are scratch marks in the rotted wood. Something tried to claw its way in--and succeeded.
There's a stifling, isolated feeling which permeates the dream...right up until a (perhaps familiar) sound comes from behind: ]
...Auh?
[ Unnamed blinks at your character: dishevelled and dirty, clothes in tatters...but most of all, confused. What are you doing in his world?? ]
[ ooc; WELCOME TO ZOMBOI'S HOME WORLD, Y'ALL. It sucks 8') And it's filled with zombies! (the slow-moving kind). Feel free to dreamhop as normal or as one of the infected! Wanna be a zombie? GO FOR IT. Zombies will ignore other Infected & leave them alone, but if you'd like them to respond to your character as food...that is also fine. You can also tag as if post-dream (aka your character saw the recording) and went to find him after.
FOLLOW YOUR HEART. hmu on
EDIT: it is also 100% optional for dream!zombies to recognize your character as food!! they could ignore them, not notice them, be indifferent to them, etc. Horror threads are not a must c: ]
[ dream! ]
The imagery before her almost overlapped with images before the battles she had encountered in her past. She had to blink a few times to stop the imagery from overlapping. Since it was a dreamscape, there was no telling what might happen if she lets her mind wander. She doesn't like what she sees and grasps her rapier tightly at the handle. She's prepared to strike if anything attempts to catch her off guard.
The most vivid imagery is the desolate buildings and massive damage. Everything was charred with damage and destruction. It looked like the end of the world had reared its ugly head in the dream. She can't help but feel even more perplexed as his strides became longer.
The buildings and it's surrounding all didn't look familiar, or even remotely what she was used to seeing. Something about its technology was lost in time. Mayhap, the far future or an advanced civilization that she's never seen before. She doesn't get time to process that imagery before the sound behind her cautiously draws her attention.
The sound is enough that she quickly turns on her steps and makes her way toward the sound. Her eyes widened when she saw who came from the broken debris. ]
..You--!?
[ She almost runs to him as she reaches for his arm and form. Was he hurt? Is he okay? What was happening? It takes her a quick moment to understand whose dream she had stumbled into. ]
Alisaieeeeee
[ "Alisaie!" Her name radiates out from him in the form of a wordless greeting. It's his dreamworld, his dream. He thinks in Signs and pictures, but none of that matters here. Communicating is as simple as wanting to express something and the meaning will come across. Thus it's not really her name he says, so much as the impression of it written out with the understanding that it's what she's called that comes across.
His surprise as seeing her and his delight when she begins to fuss don't need to be conveyed in the same way; she might fret, but he's all smiles as she checks him over. He doesn't even try to stop her, more interested in--
"I'm okay, I'm okay! Hi--you're here!"
Again, not words. Not exactly. But she'll understand it all the same. ]
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She nods in understanding. Though, she's speaking to him, it appears he may also be understanding her words as well. Not in the sense that he heard her, but rather the same as how he interprets her name, her expression of seeing him is what comes off from her.
Dreamscapes are indeed different. After a moment or two of proper inspection and "Vercure," waiting to be used, Alisiae releases him. Though, his tattered state of dress is concerning to her. ]
Aye, I can see that you haven't a single injury. However, you must be careful.
[ There she goes with her words again. Hopefully that can be relayed to him. It's worth a shot. ]
I seem to a knack for constantly dreamwalking, it seems.
[ She sounds almost sarcastic when she says those words to him. ]
This is your dream?
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Huh.
"I fell asleep? Wow!" Not at all dismayed by the fact that this is not reality he turns back to her, grinning. "I never sleep--and you came to visit me!" It's always been him visiting other dreams the few times it's happened before. He's never had a visitor before--oh. Manners, where are his manners. Shigeru told him what to do when someone comes to see where you live;
"Welcome to my home!" he 'says', proud. ]
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You didn't notice that you fell asleep? I pray that you are sleeping in the safety of your room or an inn.
[ Who knows what might be lurking out there while he's unaware? This world is very strange, though-- ]
What do you mean that you never-- sleep?
[ Sleeping is essential for most people, but this was also someone from a world she might not know of; it might have its own rules and functions. ]
Hmm-- is it... always like this?
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"I don't sleep a lot... I close my eyes, but I can still hear everything. Once in a while I think I sleep though! Just not lots. This is my first dream! I think I went to sleep outside." It was probably outside. He has a tree house just like everyone else, but he doesn't usually stay there. Zombies don't need a whole lot of...sleep....
As for the dream itself though? He gives a big nod, smiling. "This is my world. It looks the same as when I fell asleep to go to Reverein. I didn't sleep in this house though... I think it was the forest. Do you want to see the forest? I can show you!" ]
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[ Alisaie's trying to get used to the oddities of the world, and because of Reverein, she's always worried about the people she's become acquainted with.
She's sure he's got a lot of friends to protect him as well, but it doesn't stop her from worrying any less. Alisaie looks thoughtful for a moment as she listens to his words. He doesn't sleep a lot and only closes his eyes. He doesn't dream normally. Something she rarely hears from people.
Alisaie is thoughtful for a moment, thinking before she speaks. ]
I suppose, as long as you are safe. [ There's a pause ]
Sleeping in the forest isn't safe, you know? You should sleep inside where you're safe.
[ Alisaie can't say much beyond that. She's been sleeping everywhere at this point. A nice bed in an inn room is a rarity when you're trying to save the world and fulfill your job. Even now, she still thinks fondly of the things she was doing with Alphinaud before she ended up here. ]
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Add to that the fact that most wildlife will avoid zombies rather than try to fight them, and there aren't a lot of reasons for him to worry about being outside overnight.
"Why is the forest not safe?" ]
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It's always a bit more pleasant to be able to sleep in a bed with a warm blanket. Something she probably took for granted before stepping foot into the world with her brother.
"Inside is safer. Outside is usually-- unsafe."
She doesn't know how his world works, but she can't imagine having to sleep outside all the time.
"Where I come from-- there's monsters in the forests." ]
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"What monster? Bear?" Because he knows bears are animals now, not monsters! But they still sometimes attack people. Not Infected like him--but others. ]
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"big, scary, things, or small, with claws, doesn't look human."
She gestures up and down as if she's trying to give him a size to the description.
Well, she's trying. ]
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Ouh...
[ "Not understand." ]
I had to do this on paint because I needed to express how bad she is at drawing /laughs
Alisaie does not have that talent, but it gets the point across right?
"Something, like this."
She points to the drawing. ]
omg I'm dying LMAO
Stares harder.
Get a real good look at the monster Alisaie has drawn.............and then looks back at her.
"It...rock?" ]
as am I lol. I love his response. I can't I'm dying.
"not, rock. Monster."
She points again to the eyes and the lopsided mouth.
"still, no?"
This is a time where having artistic skills might be useful-- or Alphinaud for the matter. She could have just forced him to do the drawing. Alas, he's not here and she's stuck trying to figure out the best way to show him what a monster is. ]
...
alisaie how are you SO BAD at drawing dkfd
pointing doesn't really help....... He puzzles over the drawing as best he can, but it still just looks like. Well. Like a rock. With a face...?
"Rock...monster?" he tries. slowly. ]
Lmao you saw the video! XD
She just sighs, partially defeated.
"Not rock monster!"
She ends up just shaking her head. Another drawing attempt might just be as bad. ]
i am in awe
"What...kind of monster?" he tries instead, hoping to somehow salvage the moment. ]
lolol me too. that a tag like this happened XD
She takes another long breath and just writes on the card next to the monster.
"It's a sludge monster! slimy, dangerous, and scary!"
She doesn't know what the hell she's writing anymore, quite frankly. This whole situation is just a reminder that she can't draw. ]
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"Sludge monster is scary. I understand!"
He pauses.
"What is sludge?" ]
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"There are-- more types of monsters."
"waste...trash?"
How to describe that too? Unnamed sure knows how to ask questions. ]
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"Garbage?" he supplies, perking up. "Garbage monster? Melt garbage monster?"
He's seen melting before--he watched Emet-Selch turn into a bunch if water and disappear once, and he thought he'd melted him with his mind. It was only mildly horrifying at the time. ]
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"Sure. Something like that."
"Just-- anything that looks hostile, you should be careful."
This conversation reminds her that she's going to have to work on finding a better way to communicate with Unnamed. That's something that Alisaie probably isn't surprised to see, given it's Emet-Selch of all people. ]