Dreamspace - RP Topic

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Miles forced his eyes shut, not daring to look down at what was almost certainly his horribly mutilated body. The pain was unbearable, and the sounds he kept hearing from his torturers were absolutely sickening, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t use his recently gained powers to free himself. He would have vomited if his stomach were still in his body. Finally, after Miles had gone almost completely numb from the agony he’d experienced, he heard the raspy voice of one of his tormentors.
“I hope this experience taught you who really deserved punishment in that courtroom.”

Miles bolted upright, breathing heavily and grasping his now thankfully fully intact chest.
“Augh, what was in that drink?”
He said putting a palm to his forehead and slowly standing up. Once he opened his eyes, Miles was almost compelled to sit back down when he saw where he was. A damp, disgusting grey room with a bat, a robot, an eyeball, a fish, and two almost normal people.
“Oh, I can’t still be tripping…”
Miles backed himself against the wall to put some distance between himself and his unfamiliar companions.

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She slowly, deliberately, closed her eye. Yes, eye; she was certain now, she had only one, and it felt weird. It felt almost too big.

Well, she couldn’t just sit here with her eyes – eye – closed. This was an unknown situation, and it needed to be identified, and that meant getting as much information as possible.

But wait; surely, if I was blind before, I must know how to figure things out by my other senses alone. I can still hear the voices of the other people in the room. I can still feel, though right now all I feel is dampness – what was that loud noise?

No, she decided. Just because she could didn’t mean she should. Firstly, she’d gone through this to see, she might as well take advantage of it. Secondly, this was clearly an abnormal situation. It wouldn’t do to put herself at an intentional disadvantage in figuring it out. If she could see, she should, even if it felt weird.

She opened her eye again, this time trying to ignore how it felt and focus on the people around her.

She was in the corner of this place, wherever it was. There were a few other beings in the room… people? She realized she didn’t know what people looked like, though she had a vague idea of what they were shaped like. In the opposite corner, she saw a blanket with something concealed in it – a child, perhaps? She saw eyes through the blanket for a second, though they quickly turned away. And up at the ceiling light, there was… a bug? bird? fish? Wait no, that was silly, fish didn’t fly.

“Who are you?” she said, not really sure who she was speaking to in particular. That’s when she realized she didn’t feel her mouth move, though she still heard words, in what she knew to be her voice.

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The sudden voices of other souls trapped in this place caught Jung’s attention. He looked around with the limited mobility he had, seeing what looked like a small child, a grown man, a woman, a floating eyeball…

A floating eyeball? How peculiar. Surely there’s not anything…

Maybe not. Having looked at the denizens of the dank building, Jung looked at the filthy wall he was propped up on. The wet mold surely hadn’t been cleaned for years, and was doing no favors for his jacket and hair.

Having nothing else to do, Jung’s mind wandered back to the other people. Were they victims of MENDAX as well? What horrid mutations or injuries could they have done to them? Why is there a floating fish?

In the midst of this wandering, Jung decided that theorizing was going to get him nowhere. As such, he decided to ask the group:

“So…how did you all get here?”

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Basil’s eyes fluttered from person to person, spending as little time on the eyeball head lady as possible as he took in all they spoke. The people here were at the very least responsive, if not shockingly casual given the situation. Perhaps they simply didn’t realize what had occurred to them?

Then it struck Basil that perhaps he retained what aspects had been in his nightmare. One hand stole up through the blanket and felt the long, pointed ear which jutted upwards alongside its duplicate. So he wasn’t awake, then; this was just a byproduct of the nightmare. He hadn’t escaped.

An involuntarily whimper escaped his lips as his arms stole around his knees and drew them impossibly close to his chest, his eyes sinking towards the floor. He couldn’t escape.

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Rip, tear, crack.

The echo tickles Eve’s ears and she feels herself stiffen more. Her body feels far, far colder than it should. What is…

She takes another grate-hiss breath and experimentally moves her hands. The sound of metal scraping against concrete echoes out again but it’s not quite as jarring now.
She tries to get up again, barely feeling her hands pushing against the concrete floor. Everything feels cold and heavy and dull.
But Eve grits her teeth in frustration and pushes on.

In the flickering light, a tall figure slowly stands up. They slip a few times and eventually leverage themselves against the mold-ridden wall to help rise. The flashing light doesn’t really help to illuminate them, the only flashes revealing their body is reflective like metal…and very sharp looking.

Eve taps the wall experimentally, trying to see if the bit in front of her is either hollow or weaker, or something besides concrete. The darkness of the room around her is unsettling, but the more “awake” she feels the more that fear is slowly being replaced by irritation.

In the flickering light she finally sees one of her hands, resting against the wall. Dark metal instead of flesh. Clawed edges instead of nails, scraping against the concrete. So that’s what was making the sound, she thinks vaguely.

She starts to think, half-lost in thought and only barely aware when she mutters an answer to the strange voice. “I fell…and then I woke up here. Maybe…”

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Alexis felt nothing, which was strange, most places she’d been had at least some form of technology. The lack of it here only made her anxiety worse, but she’d have to deal with that later, she turned her attention back to the room’s occupants. Let’s see, there’s a flying fish, something tightly wrapped in a blanket, a Man sprawled out on the floor, a robot with hair- holy hell! Why is their head an Eyeball?

A voice interrupted her thoughts, the man was speaking.

“Don’t know.” Alexis said as she stood up, “I need to get moving, it’s nearby.” She sighed under her breath as she began digging through her pockets for something to poke the mold covered walls with. “ I think the real question is who moved us here because I sure as hell don’t remember falling asleep in this mold infested room.”

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Though she heard and registered what the others were saying, she was momentarily sidetracked by her own situation, as she was slowly figuring out that it wasn’t just that she had one big eye – her whole head was an eye. She might not remember much about how people looked – though she had a good idea now, assuming any of these people were normal that is – but she was pretty sure this wasn’t normal.

So, I took a pill that allowed me to see, and it also messed with my memory and gave me a giant eye head. Good to know. Maybe I’m still dreaming?

The thought caught her by surprise. There it was again, a thought of dreaming. Why was that significant?

As she turns her focus back to the rest of the room, the woman’s words register to her. “Well, at least you remember where you fell asleep,” she mutters, getting to her feet.

She noticed the man next to her, the one with the sunglasses, still hadn’t moved, though he seemed to be awake. The words “What’s with him?” came from her mouth before she could stop them.

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Jung furrowed his brow at that phrase. “Huh. I guess I can still make faces. Good to know”
“What do you mean by ‘it’? Is that what brought us here?”

The next words cut off his train of thought. He attempted to turn himself to better face the woman, but failed. Jung sighed, then turned his face to her and replied:

“My spine decided to bluescreen on my for some reason. Whether or not it was caused by someone else remains to be seen. Though I wouldn’t doubt the sick attitude existing in someone to break someone’s neck and leave them to die of fungal poisoning.”

Jung considered adding a jab of his own at the sight of the woman before him, but declined against it considering his fragile state. He then considered it hadn’t been the weirdest thing he’d seen, eyes briefly glancing at the levitating fish.

Jung squinted again at the small shape under the blanket, suddenly concerned

“Wait is that a kid?”

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Basil stirred slightly from his depressed reverie to look around for the kid that fellow had mentioned. There didn’t seem to be anybody else in the-

Oh.

His eyes traveled back to make contact with Jung’s, at least somewhat confident he was not capable of suddenly inciting violence due to his inability to move. Basil didn’t visibly appear abnormal, save his eyes were almost glowing a solid yellow out of the otherwise indiscernible void where his face was hiding.

Oh, and the giant triangle-like points sticking up under the blanket on either side of his head.

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Jung met the gaze of…whatever was looking at him. Observing…

“ok that’s certainly different, but not as odd as the eye or the fish”, he thought to himself. Then, he saw

Jung was confused more than anything. That had to be a child under there, the sound was uncanny. But why did it have such strange features? Could MENDAX have really stooped that low?..

“Hey, uh you ok?” Jung asked the figure. He wasn’t expecting an answer, but if he, an adult, was panicked in this horrifying situation, then surely a child would be far more shaken than him. Besides, a little bit of concern for someone could possibly coax the remainder of the group into opening up.

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“I-”

Basil thought for a moment. Should he really be any amount of trusting with these people, who clearly didn’t even know each other, and who might also cause him harm? Who might not even actually exist?

None of them seemed like a reasonable person to talk to. They were quickly losing the quality of being in a worse position than him, and one of them was a no no no don’t do it don’t even look in the direction of the eyeball head lady don’t even consider doing it.

“…No.” Basil turned slightly away, trying to ignore the water in his eyes. And also the eyeball lady.

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Okay, so there’s a little kid who seems to be scared but is also possibly some kind of monster. But then again, I have a giant eye head, so who am I to talk? There’s also the person who is… paralyzed, I guess? Should I help either of them? Well, the kid… I have no idea what I should say to him, maybe I should let one of the others. As for the paralytic…

And then, she glanced down at the paralyzed figure, and a sudden compulsion came upon her. She reached out one foot and nudged his leg slightly with her bare foot once, twice, three times. Not hard, just enough to be annoying, assuming he could still feel.

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“I need to get out of here, I need to get out of here, I need to get out of here.” Alexis mumbled as she pulled a screw from her pocket and began scraping the mold off the walls. “There’s concrete underneath this goop here, but I can’t interface with concrete. How am I supposed to get out of here?* She thought as she flung the mold covered screw into a far-flung corner of the room, plunged her hands back into her pockets and began pacing back and forth, all the while still mumbling the same phrase, “I need to get out. It’s getting closer.”

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“Same, kid, same. Haven’t been for a long time. Anything I can do to help?”

Jung turned his attention away slightly from the small being in the blanket. He thought to himself: “Surely I must still be in a dream, right? People don’t wake up to find themselves trapped in a building with health hazards surrounded by strange abberations and a fish right?”

“Right??”

Perhaps this wasn’t some dream. What if MENDAX had…

Jung’s internal monologue was interrupted by the panicking woman. He observed her pacing for a moment, then asked her, “Um what’s getting closer? The dawn? Passing out due to this rank we’re subjected to? Eventual death via fungi?”

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Miles ignored the other strange people in the room, believing them to be nothing more than part of whatever drug trip he was on. He was more focused on finding a way out of the room.
“If this really is still a dream…”
Concentrating on his right hand, Miles tries and, to his relief, succeeds in phasing through his other hand.
“I don’t know if I’ll want to see any of you again, because in all likelihood I won’t.”
Miles then presses his hands against one of the damp walls and tries to phase his entire torso through to the other side of it.

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The mold is extremely salty and, sickeningly, slightly sweet. Unlike your past breakfast, you have to pull - hard - to break down the sucking bite of the food.

Though the man ignores you, you swear … you swear something quivers in his leg when you touch it.

For ellswaffle only

Something pricks your leg. Multiple somethings, really. At least two dozen of them.

Oddly, instead of a dulled thunk of moldy screw hitting moldy wall, there’s a higher pitched, louder pung.

It takes a surprising amount of willpower and physical to push yourself through the wall. Through the wall, into-

Into utter blackness. Oddly, it seems your senses a dulled when you aren’t tangible, but the scent is far too overpowering - dirt and worms. You’re underground.

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Jung turned just in time to see the man in the suit clip through the wall out of existence, as if he was absorbed by it. Was the wall alive somehow? Did the man have intangibility of some form?

“Did anyone else just see the businessman disappear through that wall or am I starting to see things more than ever?” Jung interjected, but before he could continue

Jung suddenly felt pins and needles on his leg, suddenly appearing in about two dozen spots. He turned to the woman with a floating eyeball for a head nudging him and said:

" Can I help-", Jung realized he could suddenly feel in his leg again, could it be…“Wait how are you doing that?? I have sensation in my leg again, are you able to heal??”

If it was healing, it was an awfully specific type, but then again, anything was a win in this situation. Perhaps the dream caused it to be that way. Though why only on one part of one leg? If a spinal injury was being healed then surely everywhere else was supposed to heal. He tried moving his arms, hands, and legs to see if anything moved.

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Basil’s ears seemed to point even further upwards, his head immediately traveling to the noise in astonishment at just how well he was hearing it. He almost felt compelled to go investigate the source if, well… He wasn’t surrounded by a group of total strangers and did one of them just ghost through the wall?

Well, it would be something to do besides sitting in a ball and quivering… But sitting in a ball and quivering feels like the best option right now.

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Wait, that’s weird… did his leg just move? Is he faking, or–

The funny thing about having a giant eye for a head: even with eyelids (eyelid?) you have more peripheral vision, yet your sight is still just as focused as if you had normal eyes. Maybe more focused, since you only have one eye; though the eye-headed girl couldn’t say for sure, having never seen through “normal eyes”.

All that to say, even though she was looking down at the man on the floor whom she was attempting to annoy, she did actually see the suited man phase through the wall. It didn’t register since she wasn’t paying attention to that direction. But as soon as ground man pointed it out, she realized that she had seen something like that out of the corner of her eyes – er, eye. And now suit man was gone.

Had she had normal eyes, they probably would’ve blinked in surprise, but this eye didn’t seem to blink as easily. Ground man said something, but she didn’t register it – she assumed it was probably something to the effect of “could you please stop kicking me?”

“Ooh! Trick wall?” she said, excited. Stepping over floor man’s legs, she approached the wall approximately where suit man had entered, reaching toward it – wait, did she really want to touch this moldy wall? Then again, if she could pass through it, it would be worth it, right? She pressed her hand against it…

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Miles pulled himself back out of the wall and turned back to face the rest of the room.
“Trying what I just did won’t get you anywhere. Also, I’m a lawyer. Businessmen are what got me into this mess in the first place.”
He crossed his arms and looked more closely at the rest of the trapped misfits, having forgotten about his nightmares for the moment.
“Sorry about what I said earlier, I wasn’t expecting us to be deep undergound. If anyone has any good ideas on how to get out of here, now would be the time.”

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