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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
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.

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: ]
best big brother ever<33
[ Well, he was going to welcome Aether once he recognized him, but that's all cut off in favour of the impromptu hug he suddenly finds himself in. He doesn't hesitate to throw his arms back around the Traveller though. Aether is here. In his home...! He has no idea how it's happened, but he's ecstatic and relieved all at once.
He's home--but he's not alone. ]
--Ouh! Ah, ih!
[ He gives Aether another squeeze and then leans back, wanting to get his hands free to sign even as the other boy holds him.
"Aether, you're here!" Luckily for him, however, the dream carries with it impressions. Unnamed doesn't have to speak for the meaning behind it to come across, the same kind of intrinsic knowing that keeps him from realizing that it really is bizarre that Aether would be here in his world. ]
♥♥
"I'm here" he mouths and wonders, if the other can understand it even without signing. Perhaps he can even hear Aether's voice in a strange way, that dreams sometimes carry.
The traveler grabs the boy's hand and gives it a small squeeze.
"You're not alone".]
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"How did you find me??" he 'asks', because it's not really spoken words despite how his question is conveyed through the dream. And speaking of--he looks around them again briefly, almost expecting to see the inside of a tree house for some reason. Huh. ]
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"I went to sleep... then the next thing I knew I was here." he explains, before also taking a look around. "This is your dream."
He's not sure if the boy understands what exactly this meand or if it's even a good idea to tell him that, but... Aether still does it anyway. In the worst case scenario Nanashi will just wake up, right?]
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"I fell asleep??" He's fallen asleep a few times since arriving, but he's never had a dream other people had entered before. ]
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"You know what I'm trying to say without a need to sign, right?" He gives the boy a reassuring squeeze of a hand. "And this is the place that I saw first." It's still inside the house, still broken and still decayed, but Aether doesn't ask questions. He doesn't think Nanashi can answer them either.
Yet, this is still the boy's home, even if not real.]
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"Whoa..." is all he says as he's led back to the very start. Does this mean he can tell Aether anything right now? And he'll know??
"You know what I'm saying too right? You understand me?" he asks, hopeful and keen. ]
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"Yes. I know what you're saying, I can understand you."
His smile softens and he squeezes the boy's hand in his own.
"It looks like we can finally talk freely."
And he's happy for that, even if it's allowed only in this moment.]
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He's always wanted to have the chance to really express himself with someone and have them be able to listen, and while it's a blessing and more that he has people like Shigeru and Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus who are fluent in Sign and teach him regularly, there's always been a limit to what he could convey with other people.
Talking in dreams is the only time he can truly say everything inside him. ]
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"Sure, let's talk. I will talk about anything you would want."
It's a rare occasion, so it's best to use it well, right? Aether squeezes the boy's hands.]
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He squeezes Aether's hands back with a happy sound.
"What should we talk abouty? We can talk forever! This is my first dream since I came to Reverein, I don't sleep lots so I don't dream lots. But I went to other dreams! I saw a dragon and flew in the sky, then I fell and Trahearne saved me and he saved me from the fire ball on the beach too in summer!"
Hope Aether is ready. this boi has a lot to say ]