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thecapitol2015-07-26 11:50 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2015-07-26 11:50 pm
Entry tags:
- aang,
- albert heinrich,
- altair ibn la-ahad,
- bucky barnes (panem),
- chuck hansen (panem),
- clint barton,
- daryl dixon,
- derek souza (panem),
- ellis,
- james sunderland,
- jason compson iv,
- jet link,
- karkat vantas,
- kurloz makara (panem),
- leonidas cora,
- meulin leijon (panem),
- peggy carter (panem),
- phi,
- phillip gray,
- rick grimes,
- roland deschain,
- sam wilson,
- sigma klim,
- terezi pyrope,
- the psiioniic,
- the signless,
- ✘ arya stark,
- ✘ bucky barnes (mcu),
- ✘ feferi peixes,
- ✘ gary epps,
- ✘ joel,
- ✘ nick (twd),
- ✘ tony stark,
- ✘ vivi ornitier
Once Upon A Dream - 4th wall
The Tributes will not be warned for when their injections will occur. For those who are known to be compliant and willing to work with the capitol, they may be taken aside and told they are getting a shot or whatever else may convince them. Others may be injected within their sleep (and have been drugged earlier to keep them that way).
If you are not a tribute, your injection comes on your decision, having cashed in your ticket at Hypnogogia for a good rest and stay.
Everyone is ushered to bed at once and everyone will be quick to discover why.
The first effect is a sort of paralysis - not the terrifying inability to move, but a signal to the brain that says why move? Moving is so much effort. It's quickly followed by drowsiness, and then a chill that radiates from the needle into the body, and finally, unconsciousness.
This shared dreaming carries on whenever you sleep for seven total days, with the Expos running during their waking hours. Those with Vistors will meet them within the dream.
Day 1: It starts as a typical day in the tower. You may very well not realise it to be a dream. The only difference is that there are others here, ones who won't be around when you wake. They've been instructed to wait for you. You can show them the whole of the Capitol in this time, if you wish.
Day 2: On this day, the world is... yours. Some of the world will bleed into the mini worlds of others, so long as you have the wish in mind to visit them. Some details about the worlds may be off but it will initially seem as though you've finally returned home.
Day 3: A paradise. Any paradise. Whatever your characters would personally deem as a paradise. Like with day 2, the dream worlds will bleed into one another.
Day 4: On day four, it starts off somewhere inspired by a District. It's been tailored to suit the Capitol of course but
̨̙̟͒̒̔ͬ̄̌̓̓s̋͒ͩ̈́ͯ́̾ͭ͑͘҉̮͈̪̲̼̜̟͡ó͔͔͖̼̂̓̌̓m̰̹ͩ͑̽̆̽̚͟͞e͙̰̬̻̋ͣ͑ͭ̄̌̀ṭ̡͈͔̺̀͂̈́ͯ̎͛̓́́ḣ̍̉͌҉̮̖͔͉̜͉̘͓į̶̥̼͙͒̏́̈n̼̬̼͖͖̳͊͐̈g̷̱͈̦̀ͣ͒̒̅͛ͯ̐̿ ̵̡̻̳̯ͫ̓̃ͭͨg̵͚͚͖̏̒̏ͨ̐̏ͦ͞͡ȏ͚̳͓̱̩̞͚͙ͮ̊̄̐̂͊e͇͇̦̳̦ͥ̽͌̆͂̇͆ͤͅs͙͙̠̝͍̹͔͓͛̽̾͑͂͆ ̠͖̘̥̤̑ͧ͘w̛̰̰̗͕̻̯̰͕̃͌͘r͖̰͚̋o̵̭̺̺̘͈͕͆̐̇̌ͣ͆͗͟n̷̫ͦ̆ͯ̀g̛̥͖͎̺͙͈ͮ̓͐̄̇.
The dream world seems to distort. From the setting, to those in it, for five seconds everything is warped and wrong, caught in an echo chamber. Then it goes dark and silent. From the dark, the nightmares crawl out. The nightmares may have things taken from memory, but most of it is a new and horrible scene where making sense isn't mandatory.
Capitolites are quickly awoken and refunded. They are given a (poor-tasting) drink that will offer them totally dreamless sleep. But they don't have to drink it if they do not wish...
[OOC: This is the day that D13 players will finally be able to participate and on every day following. You are allowed to post for this early.]
Day 5: The Capitol tries again to take back control of the dream, starting out with a fun and cute arena with super-soakers, glitter bombs, and weapons made from foam. It's happy and colorful. But it doesn't last long.
Soon enough, the dream warps again into a nightmare. The arena loses its harmlessness, becoming one that's very much a threat. This may be an arena from memory or something totally new.
Day 6: The Capitol hasn't given up fighting District thirteen's interference but they've taken to a new tactic. In attempt to drive them out, or at least pin some of the blame on thirteen, the sixth round of sleep is set in a bad memory. It can be any memory at all; something in the arena, something offworld, even things around the capitol or area around so long as it could've been caught on camera. Essentially, unless it's a blind spot, it's fair game.
Individuals who are free of or manage to fight through this torment are free to help the dreaming characters as they will-- or make things worse.
Day 7: War. Terrible war. This is what will be heard on the final day. It will echo out over the dream world. And that dream world will reflect the very terrible war spoken of. Is that your friend over there, looking shell-shocked? Is that your family laying there motionless? Who is that in the fray crying out? Could it be the one you love most?
This dream will leave very few survivors and will not last long. Those that do, will hear this: "Know the cost of selfish acts. Consider what you stand for."
[OOC: With this you may consider the fourth wall live! All tributes and any guests, Capitolites, and D13ers who are signed up may tag in here. Alternately, you may make your own logs! If you are tagging in here, you MUST warn with headers for any relevant topics that may upset players.]
If you are not a tribute, your injection comes on your decision, having cashed in your ticket at Hypnogogia for a good rest and stay.
Everyone is ushered to bed at once and everyone will be quick to discover why.
The first effect is a sort of paralysis - not the terrifying inability to move, but a signal to the brain that says why move? Moving is so much effort. It's quickly followed by drowsiness, and then a chill that radiates from the needle into the body, and finally, unconsciousness.
This shared dreaming carries on whenever you sleep for seven total days, with the Expos running during their waking hours. Those with Vistors will meet them within the dream.
Day 1: It starts as a typical day in the tower. You may very well not realise it to be a dream. The only difference is that there are others here, ones who won't be around when you wake. They've been instructed to wait for you. You can show them the whole of the Capitol in this time, if you wish.
Day 2: On this day, the world is... yours. Some of the world will bleed into the mini worlds of others, so long as you have the wish in mind to visit them. Some details about the worlds may be off but it will initially seem as though you've finally returned home.
Day 3: A paradise. Any paradise. Whatever your characters would personally deem as a paradise. Like with day 2, the dream worlds will bleed into one another.
Day 4: On day four, it starts off somewhere inspired by a District. It's been tailored to suit the Capitol of course but
̨̙̟͒̒̔ͬ̄̌̓̓s̋͒ͩ̈́ͯ́̾ͭ͑͘҉̮͈̪̲̼̜̟͡ó͔͔͖̼̂̓̌̓m̰̹ͩ͑̽̆̽̚͟͞e͙̰̬̻̋ͣ͑ͭ̄̌̀ṭ̡͈͔̺̀͂̈́ͯ̎͛̓́́ḣ̍̉͌҉̮̖͔͉̜͉̘͓į̶̥̼͙͒̏́̈n̼̬̼͖͖̳͊͐̈g̷̱͈̦̀ͣ͒̒̅͛ͯ̐̿ ̵̡̻̳̯ͫ̓̃ͭͨg̵͚͚͖̏̒̏ͨ̐̏ͦ͞͡ȏ͚̳͓̱̩̞͚͙ͮ̊̄̐̂͊e͇͇̦̳̦ͥ̽͌̆͂̇͆ͤͅs͙͙̠̝͍̹͔͓͛̽̾͑͂͆ ̠͖̘̥̤̑ͧ͘w̛̰̰̗͕̻̯̰͕̃͌͘r͖̰͚̋o̵̭̺̺̘͈͕͆̐̇̌ͣ͆͗͟n̷̫ͦ̆ͯ̀g̛̥͖͎̺͙͈ͮ̓͐̄̇.
The dream world seems to distort. From the setting, to those in it, for five seconds everything is warped and wrong, caught in an echo chamber. Then it goes dark and silent. From the dark, the nightmares crawl out. The nightmares may have things taken from memory, but most of it is a new and horrible scene where making sense isn't mandatory.
Capitolites are quickly awoken and refunded. They are given a (poor-tasting) drink that will offer them totally dreamless sleep. But they don't have to drink it if they do not wish...
[OOC: This is the day that D13 players will finally be able to participate and on every day following. You are allowed to post for this early.]
Day 5: The Capitol tries again to take back control of the dream, starting out with a fun and cute arena with super-soakers, glitter bombs, and weapons made from foam. It's happy and colorful. But it doesn't last long.
Soon enough, the dream warps again into a nightmare. The arena loses its harmlessness, becoming one that's very much a threat. This may be an arena from memory or something totally new.
Day 6: The Capitol hasn't given up fighting District thirteen's interference but they've taken to a new tactic. In attempt to drive them out, or at least pin some of the blame on thirteen, the sixth round of sleep is set in a bad memory. It can be any memory at all; something in the arena, something offworld, even things around the capitol or area around so long as it could've been caught on camera. Essentially, unless it's a blind spot, it's fair game.
Individuals who are free of or manage to fight through this torment are free to help the dreaming characters as they will-- or make things worse.
Day 7: War. Terrible war. This is what will be heard on the final day. It will echo out over the dream world. And that dream world will reflect the very terrible war spoken of. Is that your friend over there, looking shell-shocked? Is that your family laying there motionless? Who is that in the fray crying out? Could it be the one you love most?
This dream will leave very few survivors and will not last long. Those that do, will hear this: "Know the cost of selfish acts. Consider what you stand for."
[OOC: With this you may consider the fourth wall live! All tributes and any guests, Capitolites, and D13ers who are signed up may tag in here. Alternately, you may make your own logs! If you are tagging in here, you MUST warn with headers for any relevant topics that may upset players.]
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"I've been told. I didn't think about it, I just reacted, I'm not sorry."
He wasn't, yeah it was really stupid, but he wasn't sorry in the slightest. He thought hard on what to do, his grip a little tighter at the thought they were definitely going to crash at this rate. He didn't want Sam to get hurt, even in a dream, but he couldn't tell him it was a dream either. The thought of Hannah's dream and how she had changed pieces of it came to him and gave him the idea.
"I'm not gonna let you crash, Sam. Trust me."
He moved one hand and put it over the broken stump, knowing it would likely hurt a lot, but hoping the end result would be worth it. He pictured it in his head and what looked like ghostly tendrils of smoke came from Sam's back and formed the outline of a new wing. Lines and patterns in the smoke fanned out through the outline and in an instant the imagined wing was solid and attached to where Sam's other wing had been, this one black in contrast to Sam's silver.
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As touched as he is that Bucky jumped off after him, most of him is just really damn pissed off. They are going to have to have a serious talk about not jumping off of shit like this, and goddamn, why does Sam keep having to have that conversation with people he cares about? Maybe there's something about him that likes to attract a certain kind of people, the kind who chuck themselves off high places like they're the ones with wings.
But his anger dims a little when Bucky says that. Sam does trust him, maybe more than he should, and maybe Bucky's got something up his sleeve-
Or maybe he's going to grab onto the broken stump of Sam's wing. Sam buries his face into Bucky's shoulder, muffling his scream of pain by biting into the fabric of Bucky's shirt - they're still in hostile territory, and Sam doesn't need to draw attention to them anymore than he already has. What the fuck who does something like that, and Bucky is real damn lucky that Sam trusts him enough to believe he's going somewhere with that.
And fortunately, it's not misplaced, because the next thing that Sam knows, he's balanced again. His wings spread automatically, the new one easily keeping pace with the old, beating labored as he fights to counter the speed they'd built up.
It's not until they're hovering steadily that Sam looks back at Bucky, confusion written all over his face.
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This was too close to straight up saying it was a dream with Bucky taking over like that, but he couldn't think of anything else and it wasn't like strange things weren't normal for dreams, they could still play this off. Ultimately, it didn't matter, Sam was safe again.
"Are you okay?" He cast a quick look around them for the first time and realized he had no idea where they even were other than'up.' "Where is this?"