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WHO: cassian, helena + YOU (ota!!)
WHERE: dreamscapes and new amsterdam, maybe elsewhere
WHEN: throughout ic march & early april
WHAT: dreams! cooking! it's a catch all!
NOTES OR WARNINGS: several warnings - will note above each header for specifics but many dreams involve blood and death, please be aware of the individual warnings! starters in the comments.

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( helena ) dream: a tail

[sestra]

( cw: body modification, blood, amputation of appendage )

[ there's no easing into this dream. there's black, and suddenly - the bag flies off helena's head, allowing the scene to come into color and life. she's sitting on a table in a leather jacket, hands seemingly bound behind her back, and there's a man looking startled to see her there, holding a knife on her while he stares in an almost gross fascination. ]

I want to see your tail. [ she says it almost playfully, then she lunges forward, disarming the man in a matter of seconds. she steals his own knife, slamming him face down on the table. she puts the knife to his throat and hums. ] Now show me the tail. Slowly.

[ with his one free hand, the man reaches down and awkwardly, slowly, starts to pull down the top of his pants. popping out from under the shirt and above his boxers is... indeed what looks like a human tail, twitching and moving. helena slides the knife closer to it and it curls up at the end. ] How is this possible? [ she sounds disgusted and curious both at once, then brings the knife back up to his face. ] Did you lie with the beast?

[ "please," he pleads. "you're a miracle. let me help you." there's a sudden spike in the hostility in the air, making it very apparent that she hates this man. the light at the edge of the room darkens, like it's spotlighting what she's doing as a special, almost holy act. ]

I have a message for your master. [ she reaches for the tail with her free hand, still keeping the man trapped against the table with her body and her elbow. she slips the knife under it and grits her teeth, angry in tone now too. ] From Tomas.

[ then she slices it clean off, leaving a gaping hole where it was truly connected to his body. ]

[kill7]

( this dream-sharing thing is absolutely a nightmare, qi thinks to himself as he watches the scene from across the room. it's kind of weird, being up in people's business like this, and certainly, there's some stuff he much rather not know. this is one of those things.

he's watching from behind a door, and remained quiet and confused until the tail came off the body... to which he could not hold in his surprise.)

Wait, what the f--

(with the jump he had, he bumped into a shelf... which bumped into another shelf... all went down to the ground. so much for being discreet. )

[sestra]

[ she whirls around when the shelves fall, armed with tail and knife, one slightly more prepared to do damage than the other. she lowers her hand with the tail, putting aside that particular threat. poor creepy ex-tail man just cries in pain, slumped over and bleeding rather profusely where helena has left him. he's irrelevant to her now. ]

You are not supposed to be here.

[kill7]

Do you think I want to be here?!

(qi points to the tail, to the girl, to the man, and then over and over to remark his point of disbelief. he did not want to witness this.)

[sestra]

Don't know. Maybe you like to creep on dreams.

[ she wrinkles her nose, seemingly unconcerned about everything else except the intruder in her dream. ]

Go. You can leave now. Bye. [ she waves the tail at him. ]

[kill7]

I don't know how to control this shi-- wait, why the hell he has a tail?

(qi looks absolutely disgusted and he even jumps at the tail being in close proximity to him.)

... But how though???

[sestra]

Because he is gross abomination. I destroy tail.

[ and she got her lookalike's cool leather jacket out of it too! she looks down at the tail in her hand, making a disgusted face at it. ]

I never ask.

[kill7]

Fine, destroy the tail, but what about him? Who even is this dude?

(he is not so subtly trying to move towards the back of the room, which is a little complicated with all the stuff that fell on the floor... and the shelves...)

[sestra]

[ she looks back at him, still wailing in pain and probably bound to pass out from blood loss sooner or later. ]

Was told his name was Olivier. I get him before he get me or get my sister.

[ that she knew sarah was her twin, just that she felt Important. ]

Bad scientist. Tried to play God.

[kill7]

(qi tried to sneak a little glimpse of the man, but as soon as helena brought her attention back to him, he felt his heart skip a beat. definitely a stone-cold killer, she is.

terrified doesn't begin to describe what he feels now.)

Play God how...

(he already regrets asking.)

[sestra]

[ she holds up the tail again. ] Gave himself this gross limb. Tried to make himself unnatural.

[ she has come a long way from her feral sense of religion, but she can't erase an entire life of indoctrination so quickly. ]

And then he try to hurt my sister. She escape, I stay and get him.

[kill7]

(the part of him trying to make himself unnatural was not that big of a deal for qi, but the moment his mind started asking the question of whether this man was hurting anyone, helena answered it. almost like a mind reader.)

Ah, in this case. By all means. Can you show me the way out?

[sestra]

[ she hadn't even known sarah was her sister at the time, but she'd been compelled to help anyway - though not without using it as a means to get some of her own wanted information first too. ]

[ helena pauses, considering. ] How do you feel about dancing?

[ bear with her qi, it's relevant to the way out. ]

[kill7]

(this lady makes no sense and each time they meet, he confirms that well-grounded theory a bit more... so he frowns and sits on the floor, lost in thought almost like he forgot about the world around him.)

... I never thought about it? It should be fun? Wait. What does dancing have to do with anything? You don't want me to romance and slow dance the guy, do you?

(where did that come from? no one knows.)

[sestra]

You want to leave, we must dance.

[ the smile she gives him is definitely more trolling then genuine. she is well aware the question came out of nowhere, that was half the reason for it. ]

You know we are in club? Lots of loud music upstairs.

[kill7]

... You're fucking with me, right... (he tells her with squinted eyes and all.) I think you're just coveting my beauty at this point.

(the smile!! the it's a club upstairs... what else in the world could it be, right?)

[sestra]

[ she makes a face. ] I see no beauty.

[ using the tail like a pointer, she gestures upward. ] Exit is up. This is how I leave with no one seeing me. Lots of people, I blend.