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missrecalled_mods posting in the_spaces_between Oct. 10th, 2025 01:40 am)For those in Auradon or the Isle it might seem that this world seemed to have a thing for sleep spells, for another one fell upon the denizens of the Isle, Auradon, and even distant Gaia. For those in Auradon they would feel it coming with enough time to lay down comfortably. On the Isle they would just drop where they were. On Gaia, it depends on the person. Some will be able to get to sleep normally, however they do so, while others may or may not just drop down where they stand. Unless of course they were already asleep; as this happened at noon on the Isle, but at midnight in Auradon and late at night on Gaia as well. A given character's mileage may vary. And once again, yes this affects characters who normally neither sleep nor dreamed.
To sleep. To sleep. Perchance to dream. To dream together. Ay, there is the rub. For once again dreams are bleeding into each other. Dreaming they are the age they are in game generally, or any younger age, and it can change from thread to thread, moment to moment.
The sleeping Jordan had still, even asleep, been trying to fix things, but her power had struck someone who existed in multiple worlds at once and her power shattered. It drew in not just those in Auradon and those on the Isle, but those on Gaia as well, and beyond.
Dreamers may think that they are awake, or they may know they are asleep. Each sees themselves in the place they had been before, the way they saw the place more than how it actually was but also... a few other changes. For those who had been in Auradon they are likely to find random things - trees, buildings, furniture - are now made of candy that tastes like whatever they expect or even hope it will taste like. For those who fell asleep on the Isle the area seems even darker than usual, and the wind blows so that a haunted sounding moaning can be heard. That... is just the wind... right? For those On Gaia, it truly depends on the person. Some will have happy dreams, while others will have nightmares. And since most people dream more than one thing per sleep session, the same person may dream good things some of the time and bad things some of the time. And for those from further, they would see their own worlds with either tricks or treats overlayed in the ways of dreams.
The one thing they would all see however, are the portals. They could look like shining gems or metal rings filled with colour, or dark ovals with purple flames, or nearly anything that the dreamer would see as a portal. Those portals, when entered would take the person from their own dream into another. That dream would be the world of another dreamer, or a shared space, merging where they both thought they were. With practice, those who knew that they were dreaming would learn to manipulate whatever dream realm they are in to their tastes.
As dreams, aspects of the characters' normal dreams or nightmares might intrude. The area is malleable to more than just the conscious minds. Waking for those whose bodies are in Auradon or on the Isle is difficult and any victory over the dreams is short lived. The effect only gets stronger as time goes on. By the end of the event, all of the Missrecalled and Misery-called are trapped for the duration...
To sleep. To sleep. Perchance to dream. To dream together. Ay, there is the rub. For once again dreams are bleeding into each other. Dreaming they are the age they are in game generally, or any younger age, and it can change from thread to thread, moment to moment.
The sleeping Jordan had still, even asleep, been trying to fix things, but her power had struck someone who existed in multiple worlds at once and her power shattered. It drew in not just those in Auradon and those on the Isle, but those on Gaia as well, and beyond.
Dreamers may think that they are awake, or they may know they are asleep. Each sees themselves in the place they had been before, the way they saw the place more than how it actually was but also... a few other changes. For those who had been in Auradon they are likely to find random things - trees, buildings, furniture - are now made of candy that tastes like whatever they expect or even hope it will taste like. For those who fell asleep on the Isle the area seems even darker than usual, and the wind blows so that a haunted sounding moaning can be heard. That... is just the wind... right? For those On Gaia, it truly depends on the person. Some will have happy dreams, while others will have nightmares. And since most people dream more than one thing per sleep session, the same person may dream good things some of the time and bad things some of the time. And for those from further, they would see their own worlds with either tricks or treats overlayed in the ways of dreams.
The one thing they would all see however, are the portals. They could look like shining gems or metal rings filled with colour, or dark ovals with purple flames, or nearly anything that the dreamer would see as a portal. Those portals, when entered would take the person from their own dream into another. That dream would be the world of another dreamer, or a shared space, merging where they both thought they were. With practice, those who knew that they were dreaming would learn to manipulate whatever dream realm they are in to their tastes.
As dreams, aspects of the characters' normal dreams or nightmares might intrude. The area is malleable to more than just the conscious minds. Waking for those whose bodies are in Auradon or on the Isle is difficult and any victory over the dreams is short lived. The effect only gets stronger as time goes on. By the end of the event, all of the Missrecalled and Misery-called are trapped for the duration...
From:
NPC - Mal | OTA
Mal's dreamspace of Auradon was bright, very bright. As in there were places that took in and bounced back so much light they hurt to look directly at. The walls, the windows, the perfect lawn. All of it almost painfully bright clean and pristine. And everything seemed slightly off, slightly uncanny valley until one realized why it was so wrong. It was wrong because the doors and windows were all slightly off, as were the chairs in the out door seating area of the campus. The doors were too short and narrow, compared to usual. The windows higher than they ought to be. The chairs were all just too small, and the tables too tall.
Mal wandered the dreamscape, wondering at the change. It both was exactly how she saw Auradon generally and also wrong. The artist in her saw the schism. But unaware that she was dreaming, she did not know what the cause was, nor how to fix it. But at least there was a canvas on an easel - a large one - on the lawn outside the castle. And painting helped her to put aside her unease, especially since she was working in watercolours, which was not at all her usual medium.
Anyone finding her will see her working on a painting of a large purple dragon flying over a calm lake alongside a pavilion. Those who have been to Auradon before the incident that sent away the natives and drew in so many people from other realities might recognize the enchanted lake as the scene of her painting. But for everyone else, it is just a painting of the odd juxtaposition of calm tranquil space by a clear lake and a large vibrant dragon overhead; the dragon's reflection softening over the water.
From:
Xion | KH + CRAU | OTA
Nothing had much detail though. And the whole of her dream Auradon that existed was what looked like a desire path through grey grass between the school and the crenelated arch by the shore.
Xion was looking around desperately for someone or something that she couldn't seem to find. Even with her hood hiding her face, she was so frantic that it was obvious.
The portals around here were the only real colour in her Auradon, being a swirling of black and purple - The Dark Corridors. She seemed determined to search before going into any of them, but if spooked she might flee into one. Perhaps best to approach her when she was away from any of them
From:
Chara | Undertale | OTA
The room that Chara Foulques and Sun shared was very homey in the dream. The desks they had pushed together as makeshift beds were replaced by actual beds. The area where Chell hung out in another part of the school to make food smelled wonderful and looked more like an actual kitchen.
Even the thorny vines seemed like they would bloom with roses any time soon, making them look less threatening. The kid seemed... almost.. happy here. Almost.