i don't need answers —

[evite]

WHO: daisy johnson, caroline forbes, & various.
WHERE: throughout the city.
WHEN: ic late december - january
WHAT: dreamscapes & misc closed prompts
NOTES OR WARNINGS: none yet, but possible cw for blood / violence / injury in either prompt
 
› daisy johnson — the big city, 2010s

[ under your feet is the familiar (or perhaps not-so-familiar) expanse of concrete, cracked and faded; in your ears, the sound of traffic and chatter and police sirens in the distance blend together. this is a city that sees heavy traffic, though it's not immediately obvious what city. north america, yes, but whether it's new york or los angeles or miami isn't quite so sure. perhaps it's a mix of all three. anything is possible in a dream.

as you walk — and you will have to walk, because standing still means getting run over and nobody particularly wants to be roadkill in a dream — the sounds of sirens grow louder. trouble, clearly, has come to town. it's trouble in the form of a woman clad in black, vibrations rumbling at her feet and through the air.

quake, someone shouts, though it's hard to tell: is it a shout of recognition? of comraderie? or of fear?

choose your adventure! ]

› caroline forbes — mystic falls, late 2000s

[ this destination is a little more obvious. it's a carnival, the kind found in small towns all across america, filled with questionably safe fairground rides and plentiful opportunities for both fried foods and skill (or luck-) based games. it's a carnival straight out of a movie, boisterous and loud like the senior fair in grease, romantic and nostalgic as the ferris wheel scene in the notebook. it should come as no surprise that this is caroline's dreamscape.

it won't take much effort to find her. in the daytime, caroline is everywhere at once — simultaneously playing clipboard commander to keep everyone in line and the role of the beatific party queen — and all too eager to ensure everyone has a good time. friendly faces might be ushered onto private carriages or stools in front of water pistol games, while strangers find themselves suddenly loaded down with tokens or tickets or vouchers, all valid for their choice of entertainment.

of course, there's always the dark of night to consider, too. when the sun in the sky swaps for the milky shine of the moon, caroline becomes a little more difficult to find. you'll have to track the blood on the ground (was that always there?) or the echoed screams for help in the surrounding woods (were those always there) to find her — and you may not like what you find.

such is the question, then: is this a dream come true, or a nightmare all too real? ]

› notes & wildcard

[ for daisy, you have the option of a few different canon points, depending on your preference. there's circa-s3 leader of the secret warriors, there's early s4 heavy eyeliner & goth phase quake on the run, or there's good old-fashioned get me the fuck out of the framework daisy for extra trauma. come chat with me if you're not sure which you want!

also: have an idea for something you'd like to do but aren't sure where to put it? pm me, hit me up on plurk @ semicolons, or disco me at quake#2740 any time! ]