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meadowlarklogs2020-07-10 08:34 pm
sparklequeen) wrote in meadowlarklogs2020-07-10 08:34 pm
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What we all dread most is a maze with no centre [ open ]
WHO: Glimmer, open
WHERE: In the dreamscape
WHEN: The last couple of evenings, mostly.
WHAT: Glimmer dreams of home. And of horrors she thought she had left behind.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Emotional and mental trauma, kidnapping
1. Sweet dreams
Some of Glimmer's dreams are pleasant. Or at the least, they're bittersweet on some level. You find yourself in softly lit corridors lined with ornate doors and finely crafted murals. One might even call it a palace. If you follow them, eventually those visiting Glimmer's dreamscape find themselves in some sort of council chamber or meeting room. A great round table dominates the space and around it, evenly spaced, are ornately wrought chairs. Only of them if occupied.
Glimmer sits there, stooped over a map of Etheria, communicator laid out next to her as she frets and murmurs to herself. She mumbles about plans, about routes of attack and defense. When she hears a footstep, she looks up and blinks, seeming surprised by the presence of another in this space.
"Hey..." She says. "Maybe you can help me out with this." She gestures for whoever it is to come sit next to her.
"I'm trying to figure out the best angle of attack on the Horde and Adora and Bow aren't here. Not that they're going to listen to me anyway..."
2. The only way out is through
At other times, the dreams are darker. Much darker. In these dreams, Glimmer is easy to come across. She's running and running through endless identical corridors that all seem to be the same, each intersection and curve and doorway the same as the last. During these times, Glimmer is wide-eyed and scared. Cold sweat beads on her brow and her breath hamemrs in her chest. She is frantic, desperate to find someplace to hide or someplace to run.
"We can't say here," she hisses to whoever she meets. "Horde Prime can see us." Horde Prime sees all. At times it had been easy to believe that, with the way his clones constantly hovered at her shoulder, with her only space being a small, single bedroom cut off from the rest of the ship. She grabs at whoever has joined her and tugs them up against one wall, eyes wide as she listens for approaching footsteps.
"I can't get out," she half-whispers. "I've been going around and around for hours and I can't find the way out. I don't even know if there is a way out! He's going to find us!"
WHERE: In the dreamscape
WHEN: The last couple of evenings, mostly.
WHAT: Glimmer dreams of home. And of horrors she thought she had left behind.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Emotional and mental trauma, kidnapping
1. Sweet dreams
Some of Glimmer's dreams are pleasant. Or at the least, they're bittersweet on some level. You find yourself in softly lit corridors lined with ornate doors and finely crafted murals. One might even call it a palace. If you follow them, eventually those visiting Glimmer's dreamscape find themselves in some sort of council chamber or meeting room. A great round table dominates the space and around it, evenly spaced, are ornately wrought chairs. Only of them if occupied.
Glimmer sits there, stooped over a map of Etheria, communicator laid out next to her as she frets and murmurs to herself. She mumbles about plans, about routes of attack and defense. When she hears a footstep, she looks up and blinks, seeming surprised by the presence of another in this space.
"Hey..." She says. "Maybe you can help me out with this." She gestures for whoever it is to come sit next to her.
"I'm trying to figure out the best angle of attack on the Horde and Adora and Bow aren't here. Not that they're going to listen to me anyway..."
2. The only way out is through
At other times, the dreams are darker. Much darker. In these dreams, Glimmer is easy to come across. She's running and running through endless identical corridors that all seem to be the same, each intersection and curve and doorway the same as the last. During these times, Glimmer is wide-eyed and scared. Cold sweat beads on her brow and her breath hamemrs in her chest. She is frantic, desperate to find someplace to hide or someplace to run.
"We can't say here," she hisses to whoever she meets. "Horde Prime can see us." Horde Prime sees all. At times it had been easy to believe that, with the way his clones constantly hovered at her shoulder, with her only space being a small, single bedroom cut off from the rest of the ship. She grabs at whoever has joined her and tugs them up against one wall, eyes wide as she listens for approaching footsteps.
"I can't get out," she half-whispers. "I've been going around and around for hours and I can't find the way out. I don't even know if there is a way out! He's going to find us!"