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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...
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Mallia ♥ OC ♥ OTA
The way she saw Auradon was rather true to Auradon, actually. One might entirely miss that this wasn't the waking-world version of it. What was off about it was subtle: the decorations were a bit more ornate, but somehow also less detailed. There was more gold in places. It was a bit more vivid, almost... but for whatever reason, there seemed to be some sort of subtle magic at play, an effect that hinted to those present not to look too long at the blatant opulence, gaudy as it was.
For that's what it was -- gaudy. One's gaze would slide from detail to detail, searching for grace and polish... and find only lumpy, crudely-applied, if shiny, paint. Everything about the place itself seemed intended to be lovely... but it simply wasn't.
Mallia herself was at her usual table in the cafeteria, the banquet sprawled over the tables at the front as always. She seemed to be taking a break, back to doing something with cards, writing on them and in a notebook.
Across from her, someone else sat on the edge of the tabletop: blond chin-length hair, a loose green tunic and brown pants, and an easy smile and pose that said that one should absolutely not put it past him to simply swivel a little and lie back to cover her project and be a nuisance just because.
"...been so long since I've dealt with them, I'm afraid my patience has dwindled from a lack of challenge." Her voice was soft.
His smile faded a bit, and he swirled the dark wine around in the glass he was holding as he watched her write on another card. Quiet, "They're children." He sighed, shook his head, and took a sip of his drink while he thought.
"I know. ....And I find myself doubting that role I ought fill."
"Sounds as though our positions have reversed a bit," he said. "....I don't like it."
"Nor do I." She set the card down and looked up... would she catch sight of someone having entered the area?
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