Shadowkat’s description:
Hey, guys, I think I have a great idea for an RRR!!! Just maybe… Ok so the main plot would be however-many-MBers-participate (or just a few) characters, and no one would ever meet, except in Dreamland…I mean that literally. The characters would see each other in dreams, and dreams only. In their dreams (or this one big dream), each character would have ONE power…just one, and they would all use these powers to defeat Nightmares, or creatures therefrom. The point would be that kids are no longer only having their own nightmares, but the boundaries have been broken down, and kids are having nightmares that weren’t meant for them to have. The story could also include parts of the characters’ daily lives, and it wouldn’t be written in letters, or anything, but characters could only be controlled by the MBer who came up with them…make sense?
Newcomers may wish to begin reading at comment #79 to get the general idea then jump down to comment #205 for a compilation of the first story segments.
Dreamland is a pretty strange place. We’ll have to be careful.
This will be the best RRR yet! It will be so random!!!!!
Wait, is this an RRR or RPG or RPR?
(3) The request was specifically for an RRR. If something else develops, we can change the name.
Right! Danke, OEADS! Now, we’re not each going to have one person that only we can control, are we? I need to get that cleared up before we start. (Aren’t I bossy?
) And should we let Shadowkat start, since this was her idea?
yes! I will start creating a character. I think mine will have the power of an extreme bond with animals. She can somehow control them, not everything, but some things. I will make up a name a bit later I think. I am so glad this finally got up!!!
I mean, it will not be my charcater but it is good to have a starting pool of good powers and people we can draw from. that’s what I always do. Is this our world, or a world with magic?
My character has a sword that can exlplode things on contact at his will.
7- Our world, I think. And Dreamland has magic.
Right, I’ll come up with names, if I may. If you don’t like them, tell me. AdrienneWildwind’s character will be Tabby (short for Tabitha) and agagabagabag’s can be . . . oh, I don’t know. I’m bad at boy’s names.
My name is….Benaie. It’s kind of like Ben A because I thought I was Ben Afflick or Afflic or Afflik or whatever in a dream once.
My character has a wand that can attract/push away things as well as make things bigger/smaller. That’s all one power, cuz it’s just a wand. So there.
10- I like it! A character should be able to read people’s minds. Another one could conjure things. Another one could have superstrength. Another one could change people’s emotions. I can think of tons of things! So many!! this needs to be one where people can control all the characters. Or, I hope so. It might be more fun. Where’s Shadowkat? Considering they had this idea in the first place, their absence seems suspicious.
It’s not role-playing. These are just the characters that everyone can control. Maybe we should have one or two more and that’s all.
good. I’m glad. I just think someone said “my character” and I wasn’t sure. Should we wait to actually start until Shadowkat gets here?
She’s just not here right now. I’m waiting for her to start the story, since it was her idea. But . . . Okay, here’s a list (I love making lists):
Tabby – can control animals
? (I think maybe Daniel?) – has a sword that will make things explode
Benaie – has a wand that can attract/push and make things bigger or smaller
? – superstrength
? – fly
? – can change people’s emotions
We should have one more after that.
My character (who is, as yet, unamed) shall be… um… able to dematerialize and materialize elsewhere (within limits) at will.
:idea:TNÖ:idea:
My character can find clear away lies and find out the truth. (example: in The Wind in the Door by Madeleine L’Engle a character has to figure out which duplicate of another character is actually him. The evil powers are trying to trick her so they duplicate him and make her guess which one is really him. My character can eliminate the lies and false duplications in such situations. She/he has no name yet.
She has a name now. (just a first name so far, not a last name) She is named Alethea.
I probably won’t participate in this RRR much, but I will make up a character and give you guys the rights to him. His name is Marcus. He’s short, with blond hair and glasses. Doesn’t say much. In Dreamland, he can see and affect things that are far away in both space and time.
I have one observation: Stories where everybody plays themselves are confusing because the characters only appear when the MBer is on the thread. Many important characters can potentially miss a crucial part of the story (this happened to me on the Role-Playing Writing thread).
20- I agree. I think that this would work better if we were able to control more than one character.
Yeah, I know. See comment 13. New list:
Alethea – eliminates lies
Tabby – controls animals
Daniel (?) – has a sword that will make whatever it touches blow up
Marcus – sees and affects things far away in space and time
Benaie – has a wand that will push or attract, or shrink or grow things
I’m making one now. Kay (a girl) can fly, because we need someone who can.
People people people, we need to know who’s playing who!!
Benaie-Beavo (wand)
Kay-Alice (fly)
Alethea-widdershins (lies)
Tabby-Adrienne (animals)
Marcus-PC (sees thru t&s)
Daniel-agagbagbag (sword)
I wanted to fly! I will be named gimothotis(named after the kingdom I live in), armed with basic weaponry from my home kingdom, gimarothia. And if I can’t fly…I’ll breath underwater.
23- Beavo, were you paying any attention at all? THIS IS NOT ROLE-PLAYING! Everyone controls all the characters! I thought that everyone was clear on that. We’re doing this like it was any other RRR, but with a pre-laid-out plot sketch.
I, for one, have enough role-playing projects to deal with, and only one of them retains any degree of organization. This is an RRR, and we’re just setting the scene, developing characters, and wasting time until Shadowkat can come along and start it.
so…one of us should post our “dreams” now?
25 – Good!
26 – we’re waiting for shadowkat.
26- This is an RRR, and we’re waiting for Shadowkat, since she had the idea.
This is not role-playing. (My new end-post slogan, at least until people get it.)
waaaaiiiiitinggggggg…
oh, oops that was a popo, sorry. What I meant to say was, I have been waitng for a while, now.
I’d like to shapeshift. My character’s name will be Cayleigh.
l don’t think l’ve been clear. My character, Daniel, does have an sword that blows things up, but only l can use it, and l can choose when it blows things up or just cuts them. I also have armor and a sheild to complete the warrior image, but they’re not powers.
25-Ohohohoh I get it. Kind of.
Right. We have eight characters now, one of which is from another world. Where is Shadowkat?
My character is named Parla and she can go into paintings and take out objects or people from them. She is the daughter of the curator at an art museum and an artist. She has no artistic ability herself, and has always felt that her mother (the artist) favors her brother Andreck.
33- Oh good. Who else gets it?
You know, I didn’t really pick daniel. Someone suggested it and everyone went along with it.
37- Yeah, you can pick whatever you like. I was just suggesting names.
You already have too many characters already. A set of main characters should probably be no more than five or six. Otherwise, it gets RPG-ish.
You can have supporting characters, but they must be defined and have smaller parts than main characters. As a person who’s fond of creating random characters, I know this can create a large amount of confusion.
I suggest you also build character backrounds before you start.
36- I think I get it. Do they all meet eachother in the Dreamland? If so I get it. I’m going to start just a bit if thats okay.
Perla sat glumly agianst the frosty car window, watching as the newly snowy landscape sped by. Agian she was spending her Saturday with her father, as he drove to all manner of places to inspect art for his prestigous museum the ,Cardmont. Today however she was eager to leave their spacious mansion, as her twin brother Andrick had created another bright, abstact painting for their mother to swoon over.
After they finished visting the home of a rich asian man (who’s woodblcok prints proved to be quite valuable), they drove home in the same dreary silence. As she slunk into her queen sized bed and pulled up the silken covers, sleep fell across her as thickly as the snow had fallen on their car. She dreamed of a desolate snowy landscape, where she walked through a tunnell filled with her brothers artwork. people srolled through it commenting on the paintings admiringly, yet she seemed to be invisible. A gruff deep voice from behind startled her as she attempted to wrench one of the paintings from the side of tunnel. “What’s a little girl like you doing in all this cold?”
Sorry, If I did it wrong, I sort of wrote it quickly and can always just cut it.
agh get rid of my character. I’m more involved in other ones.
39- I thought we had too many even when I created Kay. Trust me, I know. I can’t keep up with three main characters. I was hoping that with several people, we would be able to support more characters, but you’re right. We should pare them down. How many do we have?
Tabby
agagabagabag’s character
Alethea
Kay
Benaie
Gimi-whatsit
Cayleigh
Marcus
Who can we cut? I’ll take Kay out, but I don’t want to be the only one.
See the problem with me and RRRs is that I always have too much stuff going on to contribute, but Ireally really want to. I was part of the Ianand Kari saga, but then I had stuff to do and there were hundreds more posts so I gave up. Is it too late for me to join? My cousins are here so I can’t do much this week probably! GAH!! I really want to do this one! I would like to have this start after June, B/C of SF, but you know, too late. Do I need to invent a character?
Cut Marcus. I’m probably never going to visit this thread again.
What about Perla???!!! Please add her to the list!
43- We’ve barely started, Green Qween! Sure you can join!
40- I think we were waiting for Shadowkat to start it, since it was her idea. But I don’t know. It sounds alright, except way too fast.
45- Oh right. Sorry.
Tabby – controls animals
agagabagabag’s character – magic sword
Alethea – nullifies lies
Benaie – magic wand
Gimithotis – flies (since we eliminated Kay)
Perla – goes into paintings
Is that still too many, do you think? Can agagabagabag please tell me what his character’s name is? I still think it’s too much like role-playing, though I couldn’t quite say why it feels like that. We still have too many characters. We should have like three, but we all created these and are so attached. Sigh.
And what about my character (post 16, no name)?
Oh, yeah- I’m no good with making up names. Alice, feel free to help.
Sorry for the double post.
Sorry, nothing’s coming to me. I’ll probably think of something soon.
40- Sorry. I didn’t think any slower would do, and was just trying to give a glimpse of perla’s life. I will revisit and describe her father a bit more. We can just ignore it I guess.
Do you mind if I still write, even though I don’t have a character?
Perla spun around, shocked. A man was standing behind her. About the only visible part of his face was a massive mustache, the other features hidden behind a fur muffler and strange blue goggles. He was attired in a robe that looked like something that fifteenth-century barons would wear in midwinter, which contrasted sharply with his 20th-century snow-boots.
He jumped, as though even more shocked than Perla, then hurriedly adjusted a dial on the side of his goggles. “Great Lords of Somnolence,” he gasped. “An Elucidate?”
“A what?” asked Perla, completely baffled. The man did not reply, but seized her arm. Perla started to scream loudly, and the world shuddered around her. The man tried to shush her, but she screamed only the louder. Once, twice more the setting of her dream shivered, and the man said, “No!” Perla woke up.
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Because these are dreams, I want to make them seem strange, at least until the characters are more used to this.
50- Mm-hmm. Hope so- I’m really kinda brain dead.
52- “‘Great Lords of Somnolence! An Elucidate?'” LOL. I can just imagine that. 8D
Now all we need to do is determine what that means.
:idea:TNÖ:idea:
Now I’m going to write some more, but with a different character.
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Tabby reached over and switched on her bedside lamp for the third time that night. Her old-fashioned alarm clock informed her that it was 1:17, which mean that lights-out had been three hours and forty-three minutes ago. And she still hadn’t slept a wink.
Hey T.N.O, could we use the name Kay for your character?
” An Eluci- what?” Perla cried in an astonished tone that mirrored her feelings toward his attire, (which reminded her of a painting in the Cardmont.) “It’s a person who lives in the real- never mind. Now I’d like you to follow me,” he said shortly, fiddling with a button on his robes. And with that, he dove into a painting with a cheery hillside landscape. ” What are you waiting for,” said the be-goggled head that stuck out suddenly.
Will we go with Biblio’s or mine?
let the dreams commence!*booming voice*
oh wait a minute, my character is normally called Calvin, he’s just gimothitis in his dreams.
Calvin stood, staring of into the distance. He was still trying to recall how he got where he was, but it was so hard to think. All his mind could see and understand was green pastures surrounding him with a towering stone building looming behind him. Suddenly calvin was aware of a tall man behind him, at least one head taller then him.
“Gimothitis” the large man said softly.
“who?”
“why, who else but yurglesmubble…”said the man, babbling incoherently.
“what?”shouted Calvin, a loud buzzing envoloped him, making it hard to think. Calvin shouted-the world around him seemed to dissolve…
Never mind. I can bridge them.
” An Eluci- what?” Perla cried in an astonished tone that mirrored her feelings toward his attire, (which reminded her of a painting in the Cardmont.) “It’s a person who lives in the real- never mind. Now I’d like you to follow me,” he said shortly, fiddling with a button on his robes. And with that, he dove into a painting with a cheery hillside landscape. ” What are you waiting for,” said the be-goggled head that stuck out suddenly. Perla just stared at him. “How did you do that?” she asked, knowing this was just a dream but nonetheless completely baffled. The man did not reply, but seized her arm. Perla started to scream loudly, and the world shuddered around her. The man tried to shush her, but she screamed only the louder. Once, twice more the setting of her dream shivered, and the man said, “No!”
Perla woke up.
This could get confusing. We should visit all of the Elucidates before we go any further. We’ve met Calvin and Perla, now we should get Tabby to have a weird dream, and go on with everyone else.
perhaps should we make one of the characters Calvin or Perla’s schoolmate? They could explain all about the other character and then we meet them in Dreamland.
Tabby reached over and switched on her bedside lamp for the third time that night. Her old-fashioned alarm clock informed her that it was 1:17, which mean that lights-out had been three hours and forty-three minutes ago. And she still hadn’t slept a wink. It was difficult to sleep after what had happened that day. She shuddered at the mere thought, pulled her thin sheets closer and gave sleep another go. Still it eluded her and she lie awake all night her eyes, like plump
olives wide open.
The next day at school, a splitting headache disturbed her as Tabby attempted to sleep during lunch. It was bad enough that she had to sit alone because the other kids teased her for being named after a cat and having “cat eyes.” Now she had bits of oatmeal in her hair. Tabby trudged off to the nurses office, the picture of ill-humor, and was told to rest for a moment. It was then on the stiff cot, that she realized she had fallen asleep.
It wasn’t until she was wandering through a large barn full of apple pies and black and white chickens that she realized she was dreaming. As usual, when she became aware that she was asleep, her dream shifted. Now she was standing in a high place, her hair whipping about her face, and below her the lunchroom was spread out like a map of the world. She crouched above and watched the scene of yesterday played out beneath her, helpless to do anything.
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I don’t know what it is, so someone else will have to do it.
Okay… I don’t think I will be able to join this… So… If some one could sum up the story… It will be too hard to follow this… Would it be legal to have more then one story, without the characters from the two stories meeting?
63- I don’t understand. No, you can’t have two stories on one RRR, if that’s what you meant. And you kind of have to read the thread to understand, all the characters and such.
Can I join? THis sounds neat. I read a book sorta like this in a way once. It was called the Kingdom Keepers by Ridley Pearson. You guys might like to read it.
We have:
Tabby – can control animals
Calvin – can fly
Perla – can take things from paintings
Kay (?) – can materialize and dematerialize
Alethea – can strip away falsehoods
Benaie – has a magic wand
Daniel (look, until agagabagabag says what he wants it to be, we can call him that. It’s easier to type than other things.) – has a magic sword
We have too many characters. The first three are the already-written ones, from the rest, we need to snip at least one character, preferably two. Votes, people?
65- I read that. It was okay. Not the best, but okay.
I’m going to say that Calvin is in the same school as tabby, so as to avoid confusion.
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Suddenly, tabby remebered-at that time in the school day, Calvin had been staying to late in the halls, after the bells rang, and had gotten in trouble. In the dream, he didn’t show up at all. Neither did she. “Bizzare”she murmured under her breath.
“Exuse me”said a voice. Tabby whirled around, to recognize Calvin in his same old ratty outfit. “Could you explain to me what the heck is going on? At one point I’m walking throught the halls, the next I’m here with you over this school chess-board thing. Say, this reminds me of the castle hill in my other dream…”
“W-what?”Tabby managed to stutter.
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How’s that?
55- Kay it is.
As far as snipping goes, I vote eiter Benaie or Daniel (or both), since, well… Honestly, I don’t care for the whole “magic object” thing. Sorry, guys.
:idea:TNÖ:idea:
It’s good!
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“I had a dream,” said Calvin slowly.
“So did I. So did Martin Luther King Jr. What does that have to do with this? And why are you in my dream?”
“It’s not your dream,” said Calvin. “It’s mine.”
They might have started squabbling about it then and there – they were not exactly friends – but at that moment, someone whispered in Tabby’s ear, “Tabitha Green, wake up,” and Tabby awoke.
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Now we had better go on to someone else, maybe Alethea.
69- Me either, but I don’t want to seem rude or anything.
Can I join? I haven’t been on all day, but I’ve read it through. I second TNO’s suggestiong to clip Benaie and/or Daniel. The other characters seem to fit with the story a little better.
Alethea plopped unceremoniously onto the garden bench. Unable to find her house key, she was locked outside for at least three hours. It was already 9 pm, and she’d been awake since early that morning. Submitting to her desire for sleep, she laid down on the bench and let her heavy eyelids shut. She found herself in one of her reoccuring dreams, a rather peaceful hilltop surrounded by rolling parkland. Seeing an unfamiliar building off in the distance, she decided to investigate.
Does that work?
Kay started sightlessly out the window, tuning out the droning of the counselor. She listened instead to the patter of rain on the window pane, the occasional rumble of thunder, the howling of the wind, painting an invisible map of the world around her.
She had been blind since an unfortunate accident involving a bottle rocket when she was five. And now, nearly ten years later, her mother had abruptly decided she needed counseling to cope with her disability.
Kay closed her eyes and leaned against the window. She hadn’t slept well the previous night, and within minutes the counselor’s dull monotone sent her to sleep.
In this particular dream, Kay could see. She stood at the foot of a long, rickety staircase that spiraled up for longer than she could see. Gingerly, she placed a hand on the slightly rotted banister and began to ascend the stairs.
She eventually came to a long hallway, bedecked with cobwebs and other typically haunted house accessories. At the end of the hall there was a huge pipe organ. Kay started down the hallway- then felt a sort of ripping, pulling sensation and found herself standing in a long, long hallway filled with paintings. Squinting against the sudden amount of light and color, Kay walked up to one of the larger portraits. She gloried in the sheer amount of colors and shapes. She would have continued to the next painting but the familiar monotone rose drastically in volume.
“Kay, are you even listening?” the counselor demanded hotly.
Kay sighed.
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I do hope it’s ok that I made her blind. We can take that out, though, if you want.
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73- I like it. It’s good.
72- Sure, anyone can join. But we should put that after comment 73.
I vote to cut out Daniel/ Benaie. Their gifts seem to be unconnected to the other ones, as in, their power comes from an outside source, while everyone else’s comes from inside themselves. Wait a second, what was the scene from yesterday? I don’t quite understand that part. I think we’ve had parts written about more or less all of the major characters, so we can go ahead meshing them. This is the part where everythig gets really cool.
“Tabitha Green!” The voice was more urgent now. “You must wake up! Everyone has gone home!” oh no, thought Tabby with a sickening jolt. She would be late again. Her parents would be frantic. She ran out of the school building with not even a word of thanks to the nurse. On the way home, she was wrapped up in her thoughts. What had her strange dream meant? Was it a sign or something? She knew she couldn’t tell her parents. Being physchoanalogists, they would analyze her to death. She knew they already thought she was disturbed. As she passed the house of Jenny Morshlin, her best friend,, she saw Jenny sitting on her fence with Kathy Hart, Angela Murray, and Morgan Smith! Those three were her constant tormentors! What were they doing with Jenny? As she walked slowly by, she heard the usual chorus of meows and taunts that were normal for her. She looked at them and saw Jenny was meowing and taunting her too, the loudest of all! Tabby walked on by, her head hanging. This day had definitely crossed the line from bad to worst.
76 posts in a day??? I’m sorry. I wanted to join, and I looked thru the posts, but I just don’t think I can keep up with this.
77- You can try. I mean, it’s bound to be fast on the first day, especially when people think it’s role-playing.
Omigosh, guys, I’m so sorry!!! I had soccer tryouts, like, all day yesterday! I just picked a team this morning… But, yeah, sweet!
Ok, the whole idea of this thread, as some of you may know, is to have…let’s say…7 characters meeting each other in dreams, but never in real life. They battle Nightmares, trying to put them back in their place, or vanquish them completely. There’s a bit of mystery involved, but not too much, since we don’t want the story to dry up. A recurring nightmare for all of the characters (described in a different way, perhaps in “dream journals”) would be a good way to start out. There need to be some conflicting personalities, and a few different powers. If each person only has one, then we can’t be too limited in our numbers. It also needs to be an odd number, because then there isn’t any real “pairing up”…a pair of twins, though, would be cool…they could have very similar powers, and a connection, as it’s rumored that twins do. Whether they’re different genders or not doesn’t matter, but I think that would be interesting. Since there’s some conflict as to which characters to keep, and which to drop, we should probably start over. Also, powers should probably be kept fairly simple, as it limits the characters in their abilities, and, therefore, makes them more interesting and makes them have to use their heads. It also makes for a bit of excitement when they’re in a tight spot. We want the readers to be trying to guess and/or predict what could be used in a given situation, so sticking to simple powers is generally best. Alright, some examples of said Powers:
Flight
Invisibility
X-Ray Vision
Super-Strength
Underwater Breathing
“Phasing” (moving through solid objects)
Psychokinesis
Animal Connection
Etc.
It would be cool if the characters’ names somewhat revealed their Powers. They should also come from different backgrounds/places, as it would make for conflicting viewpoints/personalities, as I mentioned before. Possible backgrounds/places:
Detroit Ghetto (slums)
Monte Carlo (extremely high-class, rich, spoiled brat)
Chicago (middle-class)
Paris (middle-class)
Berkeshire, England (farmland-type lifestyle)
San Fransisco (not poor, but not quite middle-class)
Santaquin, Utah (out in the open mountains)
Liberia (a slave from here)
The twins (should we choose to have them) could be the characters with Psychokinesis or Animal Connection, or “Phasing” or Invisibility.
You like?
I’m having trouble keeping up, too.
and we only have-Calvin, Perla, Tabby, Kay, and Alethea, right?
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Tabby continued to walk, head down, as if it would streamline through the taunts. Suddenly she heard a metallic “pong”, felt a sharp pain on her head, and looked up to see a tall streetlamp.”oops…”she said, her voice fading. Everything seemed to go away then, even the yelling and meowing. Tabby stood up, the pain had disappeared, also. She looked around. “Twice in one day?”she said, sarcastically,”how wonderful.”
“Oh but it is wonderful”stated a voice next to her.Tabby started and looked to her side to see a girl about the same age as her.”I mean, look at this place, it’s way better then the city!”
“I’m sorry…?”
“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Alethea, what’s yours?”
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That could work, right? not too much dreaming in one day?
hey, since the characters haven’t figured out their powers yet, could I change Clavins to telekenises? His last name would be like-floteer(float-eer)heh.
64-Then I won’t join.
79- So are we starting over? I felt kind of bad starting without you, and I think it would be okay to do that. I’m confused, but that’s beside the point because I have to leave now.
I’m sooo mixed up. We should start over.
83-Well, I would like to…*looks at people still writing*
…but it looks like people are just keeping on going!!! Ahem…sorry, but please, at least read what I wrote.
OK, this works. I’m glad we’re starting over, because it was a little unorganized before. I claim the Chicago character. He’ll be the underwater breather.
Ok, so what? I tried to follow and got confused.I think we might should start over, or at least consolidate the posts in some sort of order, b/c for me just reading the thread, I didn’t follow. I like Shadowkat’s suggestions. Currently, this sounds almost identical to the Kingdom Keepers, just a different setting. Sorry.
85- This isn’t role-playing!
86- Identical? Hardly. I don’t think, that is. I really hope it isn’t.
87- I’m sorry, I must not have stated my intention clearly. I meant “claim” as in “get the rights to make up,” not “get the rights to exclusively write what he does.”
88- Okay. I get it.
It said I could only post once every fifteen seconds! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. I think it must have been fifteen seconds by now. Even though I only counted to seven.
I already made Parla a twin so someone could have Andrick if they wanted to. I suppose mine would be either Monte Carlo or Paris. But Perla is not spoiled, and perhaps we could just tweak that.
We’re going to use some of these old characters, right? Their names, and stuff?
Flight
Invisibility
X-Ray Vision
Super-Strength
Underwater Breathing
“Phasing” (moving through solid objects) – Kay or Perla?
Psychokinesis
Animal Connection – Tabby
Detroit Ghetto (slums)
Monte Carlo – Perla?
Chicago (middle-class)
Paris – Perla?
Berkeshire, England – Tabby?
San Fransisco (not poor, but not quite middle-class)
Santaquin, Utah (out in the open mountains)
Liberia (a slave from here)
Hmm. I’d really like to make up a character. How about Clara, as it means “clear,” with invisibility? I’d put her in San Fransisco.
Perla’s talent strikes me as being more of a “phasing” thing.
Kay could have Psychokinesis. Also, She should be from San Fraansisco. Unless anyone has any objections/better ideas…?
I’m kinda glad we’re starting over. That was just to dang confusing.
:idea:TNÖ:idea:
Flight
Invisibility – Clara
X-Ray Vision
Super-Strength
Underwater Breathing
“Phasing” (moving through solid objects) – Kay or Perla?
Psychokinesis
Animal Connection – Tabby
Detroit Ghetto – PC? Elaborate?
Monte Carlo – Perla?
Chicago (middle-class)
Paris – Perla?
Berkeshire, England – Tabby?
San Fransisco – Clara
Santaquin, Utah (out in the open mountains)
Liberia (a slave from here)
Oops. Redone.
Flight
Invisibility – Clara
X-Ray Vision
Super-Strength
Underwater Breathing – Dunno what his name is.
“Phasing” (moving through solid objects) – Kay or Perla?
Psychokinesis
Animal Connection – Tabby
Detroit Ghetto (slums)
Monte Carlo – Perla
Chicago – PC? Elaborate?
Paris –
Berkeshire, England – Tabby
San Fransisco – Clara
Santaquin, Utah (out in the open mountains)
Liberia (a slave from here)
BiblioRose, which power is Perla?
Re-redone.
Flight
Invisibility – Clara
X-Ray Vision
Super-Strength
Underwater Breathing – Dunno what his name is.
“Phasing” – Perla
Psychokinesis – Kay
Animal Connection – Tabby
Detroit Ghetto
Monte Carlo – Perla
Chicago – PC? Elaborate?
Paris
Berkeshire, England – Tabby
San Fransisco – Clara
Santaquin, Utah
Liberia
Clara is already in San Fransisco. Of the remaining places, which should Kay be in?
Oh, wait, odd number. We need to eliminate one place and one power. Which?
Sorry for many-post.
92 (Sobriquet) – Awesome name! (if I do say so myself). I think it also means bright. At least that’s what I remember… *looks up.* Yeah. It comes from the latin word “clarus,” which means clear, but apparantly it means bright as well.
97 (Alice) – what’s wrong with an odd numer? I probably missed something…
98- It’s your name . . .
Nothing is wrong with an odd number. We want an odd number. To quote Shadowkat, “It also needs to be an odd number, because then there isn’t any real “pairing up”. . .” She also wanted a pair of twins, but I don’t think that would work out very well. Perla is a twin, maybe her brother can be a Dreamer. With Flight, maybe? But I don’t know.
Let’s say Paris, then.
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Elaborate I will.
His name is Nicholas (NOT Nick or Nicky, as he emphasizes whenever he is introducing himself.) His eyes and hair are a dramatically uninteresting brown in real life, but in Dreamland, they appear the color of the nearest body of water. He does well in school, but not extremely so, except in math. Quiet, slim and short, he has very few friends. He lives with his maternal grandparents.
Right.
Flight
Invisibility – Clara
X-Ray Vision
Super-Strength
Underwater Breathing – Nicholas
“Phasing” – Perla
Psychokinesis – Kay
Animal Connection – Tabby
Detroit Ghetto
Monte Carlo – Perla
Chicago – Nicholas
Paris – Kay
Berkeshire, England – Tabby
San Fransisco – Clara
Santaquin, Utah
Liberia
I’m not sure where Liberia is or what type of names they have, otherwise I would create the Liberian character. Time for some research, I believe.
Oh, and btw, she flies.
Her name is I’satta.
I don’t know what it means, but on that particular site there was nothing that said it meant bird or someone who could fly or anything, so i picked that one because it’s nice.
wait, why do we have specific places? where are these coming from? are we scratching all that’s been written so far? can I write some background on Alethea?
Alethea could live in Paris, if that’s what you want. She goes to an international school and is never speaking the same language at once. (don’t worry, she doesn’t do that in dreams, she realizes no one would understand her when she’s not around her schoolmates.) She enjoys doing fun little things such as sitting on the rooftop of her building.
I’m gonna make another character cuz of the new guidelines.
Her name is Beth and she’s from the Detroit Ghetto. And she has the power of x-ray vision. And Alice, can you control her or whatev when I’m at camp? Or did that change?
Flight- I’satta
Invisibility – Clara
X-Ray Vision- Beth
Super-Strength
Underwater Breathing – Nicholas
“Phasing” – Perla
Psychokinesis – Kay
Animal Connection – Tabby
Detroit Ghetto- Beth
Monte Carlo – Perla
Chicago – Nicholas
Paris – Kay
Berkeshire, England – Tabby
San Fransisco – Clara
Santaquin, Utah
Liberia- I’satta
E~a, I think paris is already taken, but you can have her live in London or Amsterdam or some other european city. Or beijing, that would be SWEET.
106- These are just suggestions by Shadowkat, but we’ve been going along with them. We decded not to use what has been written so far, because it was confusing and because we were writing without Shadowkat, who made up the idea in the first place.
107- Everyone controls everyone else, actually.
Flight – I’satta
Invisibility – Clara
X-Ray Vision – Beth
Super-Strength
Underwater Breathing – Nicholas
“Phasing” – Perla
Psychokinesis – Kay
Animal Connection – Tabby
Detecting Lies (and eliminating lies) – Alethea
Detroit Ghetto – Beth
Monte Carlo – Perla
Chicago – Nicholas
Paris – Kay and Alethea
Berkeshire, England – Tabby
San Fransisco – Clara
Santaquin, Utah
Liberia – I’satta
I think this will work well, actually. With Super-strength we have nine characters, which is an odd number, and they don’t all have to be as well-developed; some could just be there as filler.
Alethea needs a power. I don’t know, Super-Strength doesn’t really seem to fit the personality that e~a described. Aparently, Alethea means truth. Could she force people to tell the truth, or read minds?
Oh, sorry. I posted before I saw Alice’s post. And I just looked back and saw what e~a had previously said. Never mind…
Hey, you cut out calvin, can he have the super-strength?
Please don’t cut me, if I leave for one day, i’m so behind my character gets the boot!
112- Sure he can.
Flight – I’satta
Invisibility – Clara
X-Ray Vision – Beth
Super-Strength – Calvin
Underwater Breathing – Nicholas
“Phasing” – Perla
Psychokinesis – Kay
Animal Connection – Tabby
Detecting Lies (and eliminating lies) – Alethea
Detroit Ghetto – Beth
Monte Carlo – Perla
Chicago – Nicholas
Paris – Kay and Alethea
Berkeshire, England – Tabby
San Fransisco – Clara
Santaquin, Utah – Calvin
Liberia – I’satta
So we’re done. Woohoo. We should still wait for Shadowkat. And actually WAIT FOR HER this time.
yay, I’m in!
115-ok, ok…
so is anybody gonna start writing the story or r we gonna go over guidlines the whole time?
we wait for shadowkat, wasn’t that clear?
hey, can Clavin be in new york, instead? it fits the personality i wanted to give him.
117- We will let Shadowkat start the story.
I just realized we’ve been spelling San Francisco wrong.
119- Okay, and we can put Kay in SF after all!
Flight – I’satta
Invisibility – Clara
X-Ray Vision – Beth
Super-Strength – Calvin
Underwater Breathing – Nicholas
“Phasing” – Perla
Psychokinesis – Kay
Animal Connection – Tabby
Detecting Lies (and eliminating lies) – Alethea
Detroit Ghetto – Beth
Monte Carlo – Perla
Chicago – Nicholas
Paris – Kay and Alethea
Berkeshire, England – Tabby
San Francisco – Clara
Liberia – I’satta
New York – Calvin
Oops, no we can’t. Though I don’t see why Kay and Clara can’t be in the same place if Kay and Alethea can.
Clara can live somewhere else, if that’s better. A farm would suit her just as well as a city.
Okay. Any preferences as to where?
Hmm. I was thinking she could come from a large farm family. Maybe Missouri?
We have quite a variety of characters.
126- How about Eureka, Missouri?
127- Indeed.
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128- Eureka is a town in California. (Brilliant!)
Flight – I’satta
Invisibility – Clara
X-Ray Vision – Beth
Super-Strength – Calvin
Underwater Breathing – Nicholas
“Phasing” – Perla
Psychokinesis – Kay
Animal Connection – Tabby
Detecting Lies (and eliminating lies) – Alethea
Detroit Ghetto – Beth
Monte Carlo – Perla
Chicago – Nicholas
Paris – Alethea
Berkeshire, England – Tabby
San Francisco – Kay
Liberia – I’satta
New York – Calvin
Eureka, Missouri – Clara
Now we just have to wait for Shadowkat . . . This thread is even faster than Role-playing Writing.
110- yes, Alethea’s power came before her name, actually. (at the begining of the thread) I named her Alethea on purpose^_^
I posted Paris before the other posts were up (including the one about Kay being in Paris) If you want her to move, that’s okay. I think it’d be cool for her to live in Edinburgh, Scotland. I like Scotland. ^_^ If no one minds, I’m moving her to Edinburgh.
129- Is it really? Cool.
130- So, do we just replace Paris with Edinburgh? That’s fine by me.
Flight – I’satta
Invisibility – Clara
X-Ray Vision – Beth
Super-Strength – Calvin
Underwater Breathing – Nicholas
“Phasing” – Perla
Psychokinesis – Kay
Animal Connection – Tabby
Detecting Lies (and eliminating lies) – Alethea
Detroit Ghetto – Beth
Monte Carlo – Perla
Chicago – Nicholas
Edinburgh, Scotland – Alethea
Berkeshire, England – Tabby
San Francisco – Kay
Liberia – I’satta
New York – Calvin
Eureka, Missouri – Clara
Can’t wait to start (again).
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130 – Why would we mind?
Flight – I’satta
Invisibility – Clara
X-Ray Vision – Beth
Super-Strength – Calvin
Underwater Breathing – Nicholas
“Phasing” – Perla
Psychokinesis – Kay
Animal Connection – Tabby
Detecting Lies (and eliminating lies) – Alethea
Detroit Ghetto – Beth
Monte Carlo – Perla
Chicago – Nicholas
Edinburgh, Scotland – Alethea
Berkeshire, England – Tabby
San Francisco – Kay
Liberia – I’satta
New York – Calvin
Eureka, Missouri – Clara
Paris- Moi. Daniel= Cest bon.
I don’t want Daniel to leave. This will be based on an actual dream.
Daniel cowered behind a bush. They were trying to get him. A huge sharklike being strode by saying, “That hellish creature must be destroyed. His kind causes nothing but trouble.”
Daniel knew that somehow he had gone to another planet, and that other humans had been before him. The religious group that the planet’s inhabitants were believed that all humans in their world must be crushed.
Daniel ran, and as he ran, he tripped over an old book. The book told of previous humans who had entered the otherworld. Fascinated, Daniel forgot to look out for the soldeirs.
“There you are scum!” growled the captain. “To the pit of rainbow with you!”
The pit of rainbow was a long, wide shaft of colors that changed along the walls until they reached black. No more could be seen.
A guard rode him out on a hovercraft. “May you fall forever,” it hissed. And Daniel was pushed down.
He fell slowly down the long tube of colors. Many discarded items floated past.
As the colors grew darker, he began to lose hope. But as he reached the black zone, something caught his eye.
A shimmering purple glowing sword floated in front of him. Instictively, he grabbed it. He found himself holding a silver sheild in one hand and wearing a suit of mail armor. He stopped falling.
In amazement, he swished the sword in the air. It made contact with something. The next thing he knew, a massive explosion was propelling him upward. The gaurd was still flying on his hovercraft when he saw this. He reached for a wicked looking pistol at his side, but Daniel quickly lashed out, but he somehow willed the sword not to explode. Instead, the guard just was knocked to the depths.
He had to get away. He flew the hovercraft for many miles, over land and sea. It finally ran out of fuel over a grassy plain of rolling hills. He jumped out, and saw a boy.
“I’m Calvin,” said the boy. “What are you doing in my dream?”
I hope you like. Please don’t cut Daniel!
133- Er… Weren’t we actually waiting for Shadowkat to start this thing?
I have a request for a new RRR. It’s soooooo hard with some of these RRRs to get into it even when it’s only a day old. Make something easy to join into without commiting permanently like if somebody starts a story the next person adds and whoever adds first gets the part. That way we can write the whole thing without arguing about what part is better and who should be in what. WE take the lead off of somebody else who starts for example
Celia Green was just walking home from school, like she did everyday. But something unusual happened that day A gap opened up infront of her feet that looked like it could go on forever and before she could stop, Celia tripped over a stone and fell in. The sides became a brilliant green and she screamed, loud enough to wake the dead. And it did. Skulls popped out of the earth beside her and said, “Be quiet young one, the old are sleeping.” Celia fainted.
If we start it there every person would be able to contribute off of that
Alright, I’m really going to have to check up on this, aren’t I? I never dreamed (haha) that this would be so popular! ^_^ Here goes:
I’satta woke up, gasping for breath and soaked in an icy sweat. She shivered, despite the hot winds of the Liberian plains that scraped across her body. She’d had that dream again, the one that had come to her every night since she’d been sold into slavery, the one in which she soared over grassy fields and cloud-covered mountains…at least, she soared until she got to the chasm…the deep, dark, mysterious chasm over which she was unable to soar…the chasm into which she always fell. Down, down, down into it’s ever-blackening depths. And then, she would wake, shaking and scared to no end. Every night, again and again, this was how it went.
She got up and stepped out of the hut for a breath of fresh air.
Well, I’m not sure if Perla is exactly phasing, because it’s only through paintings. WOW, this is really an awesome RRR!!!!!!
133- Ok look. We cut Daniel because his dream power comes from an outside source. Sorry to be rude, but have you even read this thing?
135- Huh?
137- Heck yes!
136- Mm. Me likes.
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135 – This RRR is sort of unusual. It’s sort of like a RPW, but not quite. Don’t worry, RRR v. 2007.7 (Time-Travel) is bound to be less confusing. Just wait for it.
139- RPW?
140 – Role-Playing Writing.
133- agagabagabag, Daniel doesn’t fit. A sword is all very well, but these are kind of inside the people. Do you get it?
136- Cool! I should write now, shouldn’t I?
139- Don’t bet on it. It is Time Travel, isn’t it? We’ll have everyone’s different time travel beliefs and theories colliding.
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The cat stared at Tabby, it’s green eyes glinting in the unearthly light emanating from – Tabby herself. She reached towards it, terrified for some inexplicable reason. The cat reacted by reaching it’s nose towards her hand in the same hesitating manner. Tabby held her breath. So did the cat. This was too strange for her. Her hand jerked back, and the cat, like a mirror, pulled away and bolted into the darkness.
Tabby woke up, laying in her bed, her pink-and-yellow sheets tangled around her, the glow-in-the-dark stars on her ceiling glimmering reassuringly. A single sob escaped her, and she fell back into a now-dreamless sleep.
140- Role-playing Writing, invented by me. [/bragging] You can see an explanation by clicking on “Role-Playing writing.”
133-next time, actually follow the thread.
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Calvin walked home from school. Every day he did the same thing, but today, something was different, but familiar. As he walked across the noisy alleys, homeless men and women dotting the streets, graffiti corroding on the walls, the darkness seemed to follow him. Calvin began to run. The darkness followed.”No, wait,”Calvin stopped,”this is a dream, it has to be, this doesn’t happen in real life!”
But the darkness didn’t wait, it came closer.Calvin began to sweat,”No, if I wait it will leave.”Suddenly the darkness took form. It rearranged itself into the shape of a woman, which in turn gained color.”m-mom?”Calvin stuttered”no…no…you’re dead!”
“Am I?”the shadowy body spoke.Abruptly blood spang anew from a wound in her chest. She had been shot.
“NO,”shouted Calvin,”this already happened, it won’t again!”
The bleeding creature in front of him began to cackle. Darkness enveloped it again. The darkness grew claws fangs, but still bled,”my son,”it said in a hoarse voise,”I am always here.” It cackled again, as it approached him.Calvin backed into a corner.
“NO!”Calvin threw up his arms in front of his face as if to defend himself.The Darkness surrounded.
Calvin sat up stff in bed, gasping. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.The dream had come again.Breathing deeply, Calvin lumbered off to the kitchen.
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I’m feeling rather dark, today.
i misspelt voice.
144- w00t!
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Kay reached out blindly, searching for a wall. She found it, barely a foot away from her face. Slowly, keeping her hand on the wall, she turned. A corner, another wall (also only a foot away), then an abrupt ending. She went the other way, found the same thing. So. She was in a sort of three sided box.
Gingerly, she felt around with her foot, looking for a surface outside the box. No such luck. She turned back to the first wall, reaching up, searcing for something, anything, that could indicate a way out, but the wall went up past the point that she could reach.
She was trapped, then.
Which meant she was dreaming.
As usual, upon finding that she was dreaming, the dream shifted. Now she stood on an earthy substance, and could feel a breeze, hear birds. Cautiously, she stepped forward, hands out in front of her so she wouldn’t walk into anything.
A creaking sound caught Kay’s attention and she paused, trying to figure out where it had come from. Then a tremor passed through the ground.
A swooping sensation in her stomach and the sudden abscense of solid ground were more than enough to almost give her a heart attack. However, she landed quickly enough and stood up, shaken but unhurt.
Kay noticed, with mixed feelings, that she could see now. The walls of the cavern she had fallen into were violently hot pink, splotched with a nasty green color.
And there were about a hundred orange bats hanging from the walls.
Kay blinked. The transition from all black to neon color was rather startling. Then she noticed a disturbance in the sleeping bats. They shifted aside, parting for a streak of blackness that rolled through them. It was shapeless, except for a gaping mouth lined with crooked fangs. It headed straight for her, snarling.
Kay found herself rooted to the ground unable to move. The creature closed in, and she screamed.
Kay sat up in bed, gasping, and hit her head on the ceiling. She scowled. Such was life on the top of a bunk bed. She sank back down to her elbows, breathing hard. Cold sweat dripped slowly down her forehead.
She listened to her little sister’s even breathing for a moment, then rolled over and faced the wall. If she hadn’t woken her sister, than it was still fairly late. She closed her eyes, and sank back into a dreamless sleep.
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Nicholas was falling. He had this dream quite often, but it never got any less scary. He didn’t mind the falling part, but when he looked down- and he always looked down, he couldn’t help himself- he saw the icy water below, and knew it would receive him and crush his bones. He always woke up before he hit the water. Up until now, that is.
Just before he struck the surface, the rushing currents consolidated into a massive whirlpool. He fell into it, the enormous power of the water spinning him around like a top and sucking him down into the depths. He struggled for breath, but there was no air to breathe, and water gushed into his windpipe.
Whereupon, he found he could breathe perfectly well.
He sank towards the bottom of the ocean peacefully, inhaling and exhaling as though he was in open air. Just before the water reached his lungs, it seemed to fizz (a sensation that tickled his larynx) and become gaseous. When he exhaled, the gases he breathed out became water.
So this is how fish feel all the time, was his last thought before he woke up.
Beth was dreaming. Beth loved to dream, because dreaming was the only way she could escpae the place she lived in, the place she loathed. In her dreams she could explore wonderous new places, with all sorts of colorful creatures and landscapes. She loved dreams. It was her home that she hated. In this dream, everything was as it should be. Her family got along, and lived in a huge palace in a richer area of america. She walked along, humming to herself, watching the landscape change its hue. “Purple, then green, then purple again.”She sang to herself.
Suddenly the land turned pitch black. The little woodland creatures beacme drooling, snarling monstrosities. Beth turned, curious. The creatures approached her, screaming and writhing. Beth screamed herself as she began to back away. The creatures multiplied and lunged. Beth screamed again. She could feel their warm breath, and their sharp claws tearing at her skin. She cried out in pain.
Beth leaped out of bed, but then jumped back in for the feeling of decency. She was back in the place she hated, all thanks to a stupid nightmare.”It’s happening more often, now.”she grumbled.
Clara was walking through a crowd. Something was happening in the middle of the crush of people, and she couldn’t see what it was. No one was taking any notice of her, though she hollered at the top of her voice, “Let me through!” She knew that something important was going on, and she knew that she was needed, but no one heard her, or saw her. She screamed at them, and pushed, but more people appeared, making the mass tighter, and she still couldn’t get through. She yelled at the top of her voice but no one heard . . .
“Jeez, Clara,” said her older sister, from across the room. “Keep it down, can’t you?”
Clara said nothing, but inwardly she thanked Maria for waking her up.
138 and 144- I have read it, as a matter of fact!
Look people, all I ask is that Daniel be treated as a minor character. He doesn’t have to have a huge role or be really important. Oh, and the sword isn’t an outside power. Only he can use it.
*Sigh* To make more sense, l guess Calvin should be called to wake up, and Daniel would realize that it’s a dream and wake up him self.
And why am l treated so unfairly? I was here before Gimanator! Everyone is really mean to me on RRRs and RPW.
Pass the cookies.
no.my cookies. and an object isn’t part of a person if it’s innanimate.
Quick Note: In order to have a good plot, Alethea should probably be a bit of a drama queen (or something similar) so that she’s not constantly revealing everyone’s lies. We’ll also need for her to have a grudge on someone so she can be a little mean to them, and let a Nightmare lie to that person. Is everyone cool with that?
I’ll do some writing later…dinner’s in!
oh, wait. the only person who knows their power right now is nicolas, right?
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Perla waited. She did not know who or what she was waiting for, but she waited. In front of her lay a brick wall. Perla sighed, she knew she was dreaming, but she didn’t understand the dream. What was she supposed to do? Why was she presenting herself with this wall? What was it for? What annoyed her most was how often the dream had emerged.
“Child…”A voice shuddered.
“Who’s there?”asked Perla, unafraid.this is weird she thought to herself.this has never happened before.
the wall began to pulse and beatrythmically, as if breathing.
“you dare to disturb me child?”the voice raised it’s volume. “why are you here?!?”the voice roared.
“I-I’m sorry…”Perla responded timidly.
A head burst through the bricks, not fully complete, with flesh and skull exposed. The lower jaw was missing, which left the only the teeth on top.
Perla srceamed at the wall as it roared. An arm, skin peeling from it, reached toward her. Claws protruded from where the finger-nails would be. The sharp nails ripped through clothes, skin, flesh, and bone. The sensation was unbearable.
“Perla!”A voice shouted.
“What?”Perla yelled in response. She sat up, stiff as a board, looked around, and saw her mother beside her bed.
“You were having a nightmare, relax.”
“Thanks, mom.”
Perla lay back down, but stayed awake for the remainder of the night, fearing sleep.
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only one person left to go.
I vote shadowkat does the Alethea dream.
After reading the note her mother had left her, Alethea reluctantly got up, put on her jacket, and walked next door. Taking a step through the front door of their house, Alethea found herself in a livingroom. It appeared to be a rather ordinary room. It had four walls, as rooms usually do, a ceiling and a floor and even furniture and a carpet on the floor. Stitting down on the couch, Alethea thought harder. The room appeared to be a normal living room except… except…there were doorknobs all over the place. And not just on the doors, no. They were floating around and watching her! Some were fuzzy, some were polka-dotted, some were crystal, some were porcelaine but they were all doorknows and all watching. She began slowly backing away towards the door which she had entered from when she woke to the sound of her alarm clock.
150- *passes cookies* Minor character. How about . . . ugh. Um . . . how can a Dreamer be a minor character? Unless he’s part of the dreams, rather than a foreign person. Like maybe his inheritance is to help the Dreamers through Dreamland, because . . . because. What do you think? Does that make it seem like Dreamers are superior, though?
Oh, I don’t know. I am not in the best of moods. I should go eat something.
orrrr widdershins.
156-hey! those were my cookies!*snatches whats left of the cookies from agagabagabag* I think that agagabagabag should not be a real person, but part of our dreams. He’ll guide us through our dreams until we’re worthy, or he dies(no one said dream land was safe), or something.
I’satta breathed deeply, noticing the dryness of in her throat. That horrible dream, The Dream, was a constant reminder of how far away from home she was. Wishing for the millionth time since her capture that she could be with her mother again, she dried her eyes with her wrist and went back inside the hut. The day would be long and hard, and she needed all the sleep she could get. Lying back down on the pile of rags she called a bed, she closed her eyes and tried to will herself back to sleep.
156- That’s a great idea! He could help them through part of the way, seem to die, and then return near the end, like Gandalf! He’s more familiar with dreamland because of his expirience before, so he kind of knows what’s going on. The thing l wrote was weak, though. Could someone rewrite it?
152 and 158- YOU. ARE. A. JERK. ON. LINE!!!!!!!!!!! wHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM?? Geez, they’re not even the same cookies.
-160 thanks
Look, you guys, why are you quarreling about this on an RRR? Take it elsewhere.
And Giminator, they were my cookies. (Chocolate chip, in case you were wondering. And homemade.)
you didn’t even give me credit on the dying part! and why are you insulting shadowkat? what did she do wrong?
157- I did it as she’s the character I created. 154 wasn’t up yet when I was writing. The one saying she should be drama-queen like wasn’t either.
160- I like the idea of Daniel helping but I think that it is a bit cliche. Shall we come up with a way to make it less so? add some sort of twist to the “wise, kindly, leader who dies during the story” cliche? I have no problems with the character Daniel, I’m not arguing, just trying to add constructive criticism to make our RRR better.
I agree with e~a. (About the dying.) I couldn’t think of anything better than a helper, but it kind of clichè. (Hope that’s the right mark. I can’t tell.) How about . . . how about he isn’t really nearly as wise as he pretends to be, and thus leads them into a lot of trouble because he’s pretending to know everything. What say you?
165-Nah. He’s not wise. He just knows more.
I say good.
Normally Alethea would grumble irritably at her alarm clock as she dressed, but today she just frowned at it once before running down the stairs. She could remember her dream clearly, which was also strange, as she usually forgot them as soon as she awoke. Today, though, she mused on it while eating breakfast, and hardly even spoke to her best friend on the bus.
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I think we should work out the ages and physical descriptions of the characters, just to avoid confusion. For example, if people have been thinking of a certain character as seventeen, and then it is revealed by another person that she is actually twelve, much confusion will ensue and I for one would find it hard to imagine the character. We needn’t mention it in the story.
Here’s what I think, agewise:
I’satta – 16
Clara – 14
Beth – 13
Calvin – 13
Nicholas – ?
Perla – 11
Kay – 14 or 15
Tabby – 12
Alethea – 17
will the dream boudries break down now? so everyone one has everyone elses nightmares now?
169- Hold it! we just started! If you go that fast, there won’t be any story!
But about Daniel. That he’s in is fine, but we should cut the bit that agagabagabag wrote, and put him in later. If we get into Daniel’s head as well as everyone else’s, problems are going to occur. We should explain the meeting from someone else’s POV.
171- I did request that. Actually, l may not have, but l do know.
OOOH! Sorry for the double post, but I had an idea! Daniel could be in a coma, hence the expirience! That way he could wander around dreamland and be the first to break dream barriers! At the end he could come out of the coma. Aaand, we could use the bit l wrote, minus the Calvin part, as a prologue.
174 posts in the first 2 days? This has been the most active RRR ever.
Oh, I want to creat a character….You bcan delete this….
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Fog swirled around the bridge as Eric ((Can’t think of a name so I’ll use mine…I have had a dream similar to this.)) lokked nervously over the edge. The canal below was quiet. Then he saw it. A long undilating tail, covered in spines. He turned. He could feel the cloaked figure standing opposite him. It felt awful. The figure raised a cloaked arm. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” screamred Eric as the flash of scarlet lightrning hit him in the stomach, sending him off the bridge into the jaws of the beast below.
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Eric stater as his alarm clock ratlled loudly.
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His power is detecting the ambience of the people around him. (I have had a dream where I fell off a bridge into a crocodile infested river.)
Agg. I meant to right “..sent him careening off the bridge…”
175- NO MORE CHARACTERS! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!
Forgive me. I am very passionate about the subject. We have more than enough characters already. Please, Lord Ragevuire, if you want to join, do by all means, but please, please, please, stick with the already-created characters.
How many main characters do the other RRRs have anyway?
178-
Terraformed = Kari, Ian, and Jaa.
The Sea Roc = Ren, and possibly Tam counts too.
Etheterre = Elanor.
2006.1 = 5, I can’t remember everyone’s names.
Terenika = Terenika, Caelan, and Sigmund.
2007.5 = Childe and Bloodfang.
Fractured Fairy Tale = Frank and Araminta.
Well, to be fair, Etheterre has Intinier, Lance, and Emburr. But that’s still a five less than we have in this one.
Here’s what we have so far:
I’satta woke up, gasping for breath and soaked in an icy sweat. She shivered, despite the hot winds of the Liberian plains that scraped across her body. She’d had that dream again, the one that had come to her every night since she’d been sold into slavery, the one in which she soared over grassy fields and cloud-covered mountains…at least, she soared until she got to the chasm…the deep, dark, mysterious chasm over which she was unable to soar…the chasm into which she always fell. Down, down, down into it’s ever-blackening depths. And then, she would wake, shaking and scared to no end. Every night, again and again, this was how it went.
She got up and stepped out of the hut for a breath of fresh air.
The cat stared at Tabby, it’s green eyes glinting in the unearthly light emanating from – Tabby herself. She reached towards it, terrified for some inexplicable reason. The cat reacted by reaching it’s nose towards her hand in the same hesitating manner. Tabby held her breath. So did the cat. This was too strange for her. Her hand jerked back, and the cat, like a mirror, pulled away and bolted into the darkness.
Tabby woke up, laying in her bed, her pink-and-yellow sheets tangled around her, the glow-in-the-dark stars on her ceiling glimmering reassuringly. A single sob escaped her, and she fell back into a now-dreamless sleep.
Calvin walked home from school. Every day he did the same thing, but today, something was different, but familiar. As he walked across the noisy alleys, homeless men and women dotting the streets, graffiti corroding on the walls, the darkness seemed to follow him. Calvin began to run. The darkness followed.”No, wait,”Calvin stopped,”this is a dream, it has to be, this doesn’t happen in real life!”
But the darkness didn’t wait, it came closer.Calvin began to sweat,”No, if I wait it will leave.”Suddenly the darkness took form. It rearranged itself into the shape of a woman, which in turn gained color.”m-mom?”Calvin stuttered”no…no…you’re dead!”
“Am I?”the shadowy body spoke.Abruptly blood spang anew from a wound in her chest. She had been shot.
“NO,”shouted Calvin,”this already happened, it won’t again!”
The bleeding creature in front of him began to cackle. Darkness enveloped it again. The darkness grew claws fangs, but still bled,”my son,”it said in a hoarse voise,”I am always here.” It cackled again, as it approached him.Calvin backed into a corner.
“NO!”Calvin threw up his arms in front of his face as if to defend himself.The Darkness surrounded.
Calvin sat up stff in bed, gasping. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.The dream had come again.Breathing deeply, Calvin lumbered off to the kitchen.
Kay reached out blindly, searching for a wall. She found it, barely a foot away from her face. Slowly, keeping her hand on the wall, she turned. A corner, another wall (also only a foot away), then an abrupt ending. She went the other way, found the same thing. So. She was in a sort of three sided box.
Gingerly, she felt around with her foot, looking for a surface outside the box. No such luck. She turned back to the first wall, reaching up, searcing for something, anything, that could indicate a way out, but the wall went up past the point that she could reach.
She was trapped, then.
Which meant she was dreaming.
As usual, upon finding that she was dreaming, the dream shifted. Now she stood on an earthy substance, and could feel a breeze, hear birds. Cautiously, she stepped forward, hands out in front of her so she wouldn’t walk into anything.
A creaking sound caught Kay’s attention and she paused, trying to figure out where it had come from. Then a tremor passed through the ground.
A swooping sensation in her stomach and the sudden abscense of solid ground were more than enough to almost give her a heart attack. However, she landed quickly enough and stood up, shaken but unhurt.
Kay noticed, with mixed feelings, that she could see now. The walls of the cavern she had fallen into were violently hot pink, splotched with a nasty green color.
And there were about a hundred orange bats hanging from the walls.
Kay blinked. The transition from all black to neon color was rather startling. Then she noticed a disturbance in the sleeping bats. They shifted aside, parting for a streak of blackness that rolled through them. It was shapeless, except for a gaping mouth lined with crooked fangs. It headed straight for her, snarling.
Kay found herself rooted to the ground unable to move. The creature closed in, and she screamed.
Kay sat up in bed, gasping, and hit her head on the ceiling. She scowled. Such was life on the top of a bunk bed. She sank back down to her elbows, breathing hard. Cold sweat dripped slowly down her forehead.
She listened to her little sister’s even breathing for a moment, then rolled over and faced the wall. If she hadn’t woken her sister, than it was still fairly late. She closed her eyes, and sank back into a dreamless sleep.
Nicholas was falling. He had this dream quite often, but it never got any less scary. He didn’t mind the falling part, but when he looked down- and he always looked down, he couldn’t help himself- he saw the icy water below, and knew it would receive him and crush his bones. He always woke up before he hit the water. Up until now, that is.
Just before he struck the surface, the rushing currents consolidated into a massive whirlpool. He fell into it, the enormous power of the water spinning him around like a top and sucking him down into the depths. He struggled for breath, but there was no air to breathe, and water gushed into his windpipe.
Whereupon, he found he could breathe perfectly well.
He sank towards the bottom of the ocean peacefully, inhaling and exhaling as though he was in open air. Just before the water reached his lungs, it seemed to fizz (a sensation that tickled his larynx) and become gaseous. When he exhaled, the gases he breathed out became water.
So this is how fish feel all the time, was his last thought before he woke up.
Beth was dreaming. Beth loved to dream, because dreaming was the only way she could escpae the place she lived in, the place she loathed. In her dreams she could explore wonderous new places, with all sorts of colorful creatures and landscapes. She loved dreams. It was her home that she hated. In this dream, everything was as it should be. Her family got along, and lived in a huge palace in a richer area of america. She walked along, humming to herself, watching the landscape change its hue. “Purple, then green, then purple again.”She sang to herself.
Suddenly the land turned pitch black. The little woodland creatures beacme drooling, snarling monstrosities. Beth turned, curious. The creatures approached her, screaming and writhing. Beth screamed herself as she began to back away. The creatures multiplied and lunged. Beth screamed again. She could feel their warm breath, and their sharp claws tearing at her skin. She cried out in pain.
Beth leaped out of bed, but then jumped back in for the feeling of decency. She was back in the place she hated, all thanks to a stupid nightmare.”It’s happening more often, now.”she grumbled.
Clara was walking through a crowd. Something was happening in the middle of the crush of people, and she couldn’t see what it was. No one was taking any notice of her, though she hollered at the top of her voice, “Let me through!” She knew that something important was going on, and she knew that she was needed, but no one heard her, or saw her. She screamed at them, and pushed, but more people appeared, making the mass tighter, and she still couldn’t get through. She yelled at the top of her voice but no one heard . . .
“Jeez, Clara,” said her older sister, from across the room. “Keep it down, can’t you?”
Clara said nothing, but inwardly she thanked Maria for waking her up.
Perla waited. She did not know who or what she was waiting for, but she waited. In front of her lay a brick wall. Perla sighed, she knew she was dreaming, but she didn’t understand the dream. What was she supposed to do? Why was she presenting herself with this wall? What was it for? What annoyed her most was how often the dream had emerged.
“Child…”A voice shuddered.
“Who’s there?”asked Perla, unafraid.this is weird she thought to herself.this has never happened before.
the wall began to pulse and beatrythmically, as if breathing.
“you dare to disturb me child?”the voice raised it’s volume. “why are you here?!?”the voice roared.
“I-I’m sorry…”Perla responded timidly.
A head burst through the bricks, not fully complete, with flesh and skull exposed. The lower jaw was missing, which left the only the teeth on top.
Perla srceamed at the wall as it roared. An arm, skin peeling from it, reached toward her. Claws protruded from where the finger-nails would be. The sharp nails ripped through clothes, skin, flesh, and bone. The sensation was unbearable.
“Perla!”A voice shouted.
“What?”Perla yelled in response. She sat up, stiff as a board, looked around, and saw her mother beside her bed.
“You were having a nightmare, relax.”
“Thanks, mom.”
Perla lay back down, but stayed awake for the remainder of the night, fearing sleep.
After reading the note her mother had left her, Alethea reluctantly got up, put on her jacket, and walked next door. Taking a step through the front door of their house, Alethea found herself in a livingroom. It appeared to be a rather ordinary room. It had four walls, as rooms usually do, a ceiling and a floor and even furniture and a carpet on the floor. Stitting down on the couch, Alethea thought harder. The room appeared to be a normal living room except… except…there were doorknobs all over the place. And not just on the doors, no. They were floating around and watching her! Some were fuzzy, some were polka-dotted, some were crystal, some were porcelaine but they were all doorknows and all watching. She began slowly backing away towards the door which she had entered from when she woke to the sound of her alarm clock.
I’satta breathed deeply, noticing the dryness of in her throat. That horrible dream, The Dream, was a constant reminder of how far away from home she was. Wishing for the millionth time since her capture that she could be with her mother again, she dried her eyes with her wrist and went back inside the hut. The day would be long and hard, and she needed all the sleep she could get. Lying back down on the pile of rags she called a bed, she closed her eyes and tried to will herself back to sleep.
Normally Alethea would grumble irritably at her alarm clock as she dressed, but today she just frowned at it once before running down the stairs. She could remember her dream clearly, which was also strange, as she usually forgot them as soon as she awoke. Today, though, she mused on it while eating breakfast, and hardly even spoke to her best friend on the bus.
Can we move on, please?
Yeah, but I wrote the last segment, someone else should write now.
181- Ce’st tres, tres bon! Mais, vou… oh, l don’t know enough to finish. Oh well. Anyway, you should add this to the beggining as a prologue to introduce Daniel before the others.
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Daniel was happy. School was out in Paris, and he had gotten tens in every subject exept music. Was it his fault that the reed of his clarinet kept falling out?
As he took a step forward, there was a suddent drop. As he fell, he looked down to see that in his bliss, he had steeped completely past the curb. There was a loud beep, and the last thing he saw was a speeding Porshe a few feet in front of him.
He was rushed to the hospital, where it was determinied that he was in a coma.
His mind swam with dreams. He cowered behind a bush. They were trying to get him. A huge sharklike being strode by saying, “That hellish creature must be destroyed. His kind causes nothing but trouble.”
Daniel knew that somehow he had gone to another planet, and that other humans had been before him. The religious group that the planet’s inhabitants were believed that all humans in their world must be crushed.
Daniel ran, and as he ran, he tripped over an old book. The book told of previous humans who had entered the otherworld. Fascinated, Daniel forgot to look out for the soldeirs.
“There you are scum!” growled the captain. “To the pit of rainbow with you!”
The pit of rainbow was a long, wide shaft of colors that changed along the walls until they reached black. No more could be seen.
A guard rode him out on a hovercraft. “May you fall forever,” it hissed. And Daniel was pushed down.
He fell slowly down the long tube of colors. Many discarded items floated past.
As the colors grew darker, he began to lose hope. But as he reached the black zone, something caught his eye.
A shimmering purple glowing sword floated in front of him. Instictively, he grabbed it. He found himself holding a silver sheild in one hand and wearing a suit of mail armor. He stopped falling.
In amazement, he swished the sword in the air. It made contact with something. The next thing he knew, a massive explosion was propelling him upward. The gaurd was still flying on his hovercraft when he saw this. He reached for a wicked looking pistol at his side, but Daniel quickly lashed out, but he somehow willed the sword not to explode. Instead, the guard just was knocked to the depths.
He had to get away. He flew the hovercraft for many miles, over land and sea. He finally settled in a land of purple and green.
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You like?
Hmph. It says that: “…could also include parts of the characters’ daily lives, and it wouldn’t be written in letters, or anything, but characters could only be controlled by the MBer who came up with them…” So I can’t participate without my character.
I’m a little confused. Is this RRR or RPG or some combination of both?
183- Much better. I do like.
184- No, Shadowkat changed that, because it was going to get confusing.
185- An RRR with more characters than an RPG. If you were around for 2006.5, that is what this is like. Everyone wanted to create a character, and therefore everyone did.
Ok, guys, we need to get organized (again)! I was thinking 7 characters, but now we have 9…I’m okay with that, but that is IT!!! Otherwise, there will be too many characters to keep track of, and the storyline will be flat. The storyline must not go flat. Here:
Perla grumbled to herself as the alarm clock went off. Even though she was homeschooled, her mom wouldn’t let her sleep in. Granted, other kids got up about an hour before she did, but still…
She got up and stumbled into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror, and saw herself looking back. That was comforting, knowing that, although the nightmare she kept having seemed so real, it wasn’t, and she was still herself.
After showering and getting dressed, Perla went into the kitchen to eat breakfast.
“I want you to do a special assignment today.” her mom said. “Go out and find some red brick, and then I’ll tell you the rest of the project.”
When she was done eating, Perla went outside to find some red brick. Seeing as her house was covered in vinyl siding, this meant that she would have to really look, a bit. She decided to take a little walk through her neighborhood. On her walk, she noticed a little path that she hadn’t noticed before leading into a patch of woods. Intrigued, she followed it. What she saw there shocked her. It was a wall, made of red brick. The wall from her dream.
Feel free to continue.
Do you think this RRR has gotten well established yet?
Well, I don’t know…it seems to have…I’m just kind of wondering where everyone went, all of a sudden. Do you have anything to say, my dear, young-but-extremely-wise boy (I’m being serious. I respect your opinion.)?
189- I’m right here. I didn’t go anywhere, but my creative process was killed by that blasted Script Frenzy.
189- It seems a little shaky at the moment to me, but I’m asking for your opinion. Speaking of which- how old are you? Just wondering, because of the phrase “young-but-extremely-wise.”
From personal experience, I know that RRRs with an overabundance of characters die very quickly. I hate to say this, but maybe we should cut back on the number (again.) So sorry, and I know it would be hard to start all over, but in my humble opinion, the maximum number of main characters in a story (if you want them to be well developed, that is) is… *cringes* …four.
Of course, we could relegate some of these characters to the status of “minor.” You could do that with Nicholas, because I’m probably not going to visit this RRR very often.
This post sounds extremely petty as I reread it, but I think this story has a lot of potential, and I sincerely don’t want it to die.
192- Indeed. It may (only may) help with my sad status of unable-to-do-anything-but-mope-around-with-writer’s-block. Of course, it may also do nothing at all, but I think that this thing is already confusing.
191- She’s sixteen, I believe…?
190-Ah…forgiven. Lol.
191-Well, everyone went kind of character-crazy, and it was a little unorganized for a while (j/k, it still is).
And I’m 16…older than you, I know…you’re 13, aren’t you?
192-Alright, well, what about five? I knew it would kind of fall flat…but, yeah, I like to think it has potential, and I don’t want it to die. And we wouldn’t have to start over, just cut out some parts of the story. I like Perla, Nicholas, I’satta, Clara, and Kay. Public Announcement: Votes on characters to keep?But WHY ARE YOU ABANDONING THIS THREAD?! J/k…it’s alright, I guess…*glares*
193- Then I suppose, by comparison, I am young.
Would the people who honestly think they will remain devoted to this RRR step (virtually) forward so that we can decide whose characters can be kept as main?
WordPress Error whenever I hit Submit. Weird.
That time it worked.
194- *winces* All right, I’ll stay if Nicholas remains a main character. I like your choices too.
I agree with Shadowkat on the characters to keep. Those are my favorites anyway.
I have way too many writing projects, but I can never abandon an RRR in cold blood, unless I don’t like it, and I like this one very much indeed.
195-I checnk this thread nearly every day. But, next week I’m gonna be gone so…I’m not sure. You can cut my charcater if you want, I guess…
193-I’m afraid I’m stuck with writer’s block, too. I’m at a total loss of where to go. And that was supposed to be check^up there.
sorry for the triple post but, I can still write even if my charater gets cut, right?
201- Absolutely! So do we all concur on the main characters?
201- Of course.
Right. So, when we take out all the characters except those five, we have this, story-wise:
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Right. So, when we take out all the characters except those five, we have this, story-wise:
I’satta woke up, gasping for breath and soaked in an icy sweat. She shivered, despite the hot winds of the Liberian plains that scraped across her body. She’d had that dream again, the one that had come to her every night since she’d been sold into slavery, the one in which she soared over grassy fields and cloud-covered mountains…at least, she soared until she got to the chasm…the deep, dark, mysterious chasm over which she was unable to soar…the chasm into which she always fell. Down, down, down into it’s ever-blackening depths. And then, she would wake, shaking and scared to no end. Every night, again and again, this was how it went.
She got up and stepped out of the hut for a breath of fresh air.
Kay reached out blindly, searching for a wall. She found it, barely a foot away from her face. Slowly, keeping her hand on the wall, she turned. A corner, another wall (also only a foot away), then an abrupt ending. She went the other way, found the same thing. So. She was in a sort of three sided box.
Gingerly, she felt around with her foot, looking for a surface outside the box. No such luck. She turned back to the first wall, reaching up, searcing for something, anything, that could indicate a way out, but the wall went up past the point that she could reach.
She was trapped, then.
Which meant she was dreaming.
As usual, upon finding that she was dreaming, the dream shifted. Now she stood on an earthy substance, and could feel a breeze, hear birds. Cautiously, she stepped forward, hands out in front of her so she wouldn’t walk into anything.
A creaking sound caught Kay’s attention and she paused, trying to figure out where it had come from. Then a tremor passed through the ground.
A swooping sensation in her stomach and the sudden abscense of solid ground were more than enough to almost give her a heart attack. However, she landed quickly enough and stood up, shaken but unhurt.
Kay noticed, with mixed feelings, that she could see now. The walls of the cavern she had fallen into were violently hot pink, splotched with a nasty green color.
And there were about a hundred orange bats hanging from the walls.
Kay blinked. The transition from all black to neon color was rather startling. Then she noticed a disturbance in the sleeping bats. They shifted aside, parting for a streak of blackness that rolled through them. It was shapeless, except for a gaping mouth lined with crooked fangs. It headed straight for her, snarling.
Kay found herself rooted to the ground unable to move. The creature closed in, and she screamed.
Kay sat up in bed, gasping, and hit her head on the ceiling. She scowled. Such was life on the top of a bunk bed. She sank back down to her elbows, breathing hard. Cold sweat dripped slowly down her forehead.
She listened to her little sister’s even breathing for a moment, then rolled over and faced the wall. If she hadn’t woken her sister, than it was still fairly late. She closed her eyes, and sank back into a dreamless sleep.
Nicholas was falling. He had this dream quite often, but it never got any less scary. He didn’t mind the falling part, but when he looked down- and he always looked down, he couldn’t help himself- he saw the icy water below, and knew it would receive him and crush his bones. He always woke up before he hit the water. Up until now, that is.
Just before he struck the surface, the rushing currents consolidated into a massive whirlpool. He fell into it, the enormous power of the water spinning him around like a top and sucking him down into the depths. He struggled for breath, but there was no air to breathe, and water gushed into his windpipe.
Whereupon, he found he could breathe perfectly well.
He sank towards the bottom of the ocean peacefully, inhaling and exhaling as though he was in open air. Just before the water reached his lungs, it seemed to fizz (a sensation that tickled his larynx) and become gaseous. When he exhaled, the gases he breathed out became water.
So this is how fish feel all the time, was his last thought before he woke up.
Clara was walking through a crowd. Something was happening in the middle of the crush of people, and she couldn’t see what it was. No one was taking any notice of her, though she hollered at the top of her voice, “Let me through!” She knew that something important was going on, and she knew that she was needed, but no one heard her, or saw her. She screamed at them, and pushed, but more people appeared, making the mass tighter, and she still couldn’t get through. She yelled at the top of her voice but no one heard . . .
“Jeez, Clara,” said her older sister, from across the room. “Keep it down, can’t you?”
Clara said nothing, but inwardly she thanked Maria for waking her up.
Perla waited. She did not know who or what she was waiting for, but she waited. In front of her lay a brick wall. Perla sighed, she knew she was dreaming, but she didn’t understand the dream. What was she supposed to do? Why was she presenting herself with this wall? What was it for? What annoyed her most was how often the dream had emerged.
“Child…”A voice shuddered.
“Who’s there?”asked Perla, unafraid.this is weird she thought to herself.this has never happened before.
the wall began to pulse and beat rhythmically, as if breathing.
“you dare to disturb me child?”the voice raised it’s volume. “why are you here?!?”the voice roared.
“I-I’m sorry…”Perla responded timidly.
A head burst through the bricks, not fully complete, with flesh and skull exposed. The lower jaw was missing, which left the only the teeth on top.
Perla screamed at the wall as it roared. An arm, skin peeling from it, reached toward her. Claws protruded from where the finger-nails would be. The sharp nails ripped through clothes, skin, flesh, and bone. The sensation was unbearable.
“Perla!”A voice shouted.
“What?”Perla yelled in response. She sat up, stiff as a board, looked around, and saw her mother beside her bed.
“You were having a nightmare, relax.”
“Thanks, mom.”
Perla lay back down, but stayed awake for the remainder of the night, fearing sleep.
I’satta breathed deeply, noticing the dryness of in her throat. That horrible dream, The Dream, was a constant reminder of how far away from home she was. Wishing for the millionth time since her capture that she could be with her mother again, she dried her eyes with her wrist and went back inside the hut. The day would be long and hard, and she needed all the sleep she could get. Lying back down on the pile of rags she called a bed, she closed her eyes and tried to will herself back to sleep.
Perla grumbled to herself as the alarm clock went off. Even though she was homeschooled, her mom wouldn’t let her sleep in. Granted, other kids got up about an hour before she did, but still…
She got up and stumbled into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror, and saw herself looking back. That was comforting, knowing that, although the nightmare she kept having seemed so real, it wasn’t, and she was still herself.
After showering and getting dressed, Perla went into the kitchen to eat breakfast.
“I want you to do a special assignment today.” her mom said. “Go out and find some red brick, and then I’ll tell you the rest of the project.”
When she was done eating, Perla went outside to find some red brick. Seeing as her house was covered in vinyl siding, this meant that she would have to really look, a bit. She decided to take a little walk through her neighborhood. On her walk, she noticed a little path that she hadn’t noticed before leading into a patch of woods. Intrigued, she followed it. What she saw there shocked her. It was a wall, made of red brick. The wall from her dream.
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I shall now continue the story.
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Her first instinct was to jump back with a stifled scream. Then, as her mind took control of the situation, she took a deep breath and stepped a little closer. She hesitantly put two fingers up to touch the surface, when she remembered that she had seen the wall before. When she was really little, her best friend, Cissy, had lived on the other side of it. She had never seen it from this side before, which was why it seemed so strange. But she was relieved enough to smile at it, glad that it had not come straight out of her nightmare, that her mind had taken it from her memories so deep down that her conscious mind had forgotten. She snatched a piece of red brick from a crumbling spot in the wall and ran back down the path, laughing.
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This will double post. However, this is the version that I want to keep.
ah ok, works for me. Which characters do we keep as minor characters?
I’m here! But I’ll be gone for three weeks starting sunday, so I’ll have a lot of catching up to do. I still plan to stay, though.
207 – Wow. That’s a long time to be away from MuseBlog. *sends chocolate to help sobriquet endure the torture*
I’ll continue some more, since no one else is.
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The kitchen was empty, the clock above the refrigerator reading 4:32. Much too early for anyone to be up, but Nicholas couldn’t get back to sleep after his strange dream. It hadn’t been nightmarish, just . . . strange. He opened the fridge and stared dismally at the contents. Half a quart of milk, which he didn’t like anyways, yesterday’s left over pasta salad, some melting ice cream which his mother must have meant to put in the freezer – ah well. It was too early to be hungry anyway. Perhaps he should just try to go back to sleep.
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Clara hated mornings. She was not a morning person. To do anything before nine o’ clock went against her nature. Unfortunately, the farm that she lived on was miles away from school, which forced her to get up before six merely so that she could eat something before the bus came.
Every morning Clara tinkered on the edge of falling asleep. “G-good morning mom…”Clara Yawned. Clara looked at her watch. “4:32?”Clara mumbled, her eyes half closed. Clara stumbled over to the sink, splashed some water on her face, and realized it wasn’t her house. She was on an Island, all alone. There was not even a bed or anything she had seen 5 minutes ago.”What?”said Clara, now fully awake. She looked around, and a small salty breeze flew up to greet her. Clara’s feet hit a small rock on the humungous rock that was her Island. She started to fall. She realized at that point that she was a lot higher up then she thought. She screamed.
“Falling towards icy water, hundreds of feet high…”Clara spat “where have I seen this before?” Clara hit the surface of the water with deafening impact. Her spine seemed to shatter. with no air Clara thought I’ll die for sure.
Everything began to fade away as the figure of a boy came towards her gliding as though he was a bird on air. Clara felt strong hands pulling her to the surface, then fainted.
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Is that okay for both of the characters?
And what characters are staying as minor ones?
194- Daniel isn’t a main character, right?
205- Good compilation, but on comment 186, you said that you liked my prologue! It’s not on the compilation! I don’t mean to be a bother, but could l copy it on the front?
Daniel was happy. School was out in Paris, and he had gotten tens in every subject exept music. Was it his fault that the reed of his clarinet kept falling out?
As he took a step forward, there was a suddent drop. As he fell, he looked down to see that in his bliss, he had steeped completely past the curb. There was a loud beep, and the last thing he saw was a speeding Porshe a few feet in front of him.
He was rushed to the hospital, where it was determinied that he was in a coma.
His mind swam with dreams. He cowered behind a bush. They were trying to get him. A huge sharklike being strode by saying, “That hellish creature must be destroyed. His kind causes nothing but trouble.”
Daniel knew that somehow he had gone to another planet, and that other humans had been before him. The religious group that the planet’s inhabitants were believed that all humans in their world must be crushed.
Daniel ran, and as he ran, he tripped over an old book. The book told of previous humans who had entered the otherworld. Fascinated, Daniel forgot to look out for the soldeirs.
“There you are scum!” growled the captain. “To the pit of rainbow with you!”
The pit of rainbow was a long, wide shaft of colors that changed along the walls until they reached black. No more could be seen.
A guard rode him out on a hovercraft. “May you fall forever,” it hissed. And Daniel was pushed down.
He fell slowly down the long tube of colors. Many discarded items floated past.
As the colors grew darker, he began to lose hope. But as he reached the black zone, something caught his eye.
A shimmering purple glowing sword floated in front of him. Instictively, he grabbed it. He found himself holding a silver sheild in one hand and wearing a suit of mail armor. He stopped falling.
In amazement, he swished the sword in the air. It made contact with something. The next thing he knew, a massive explosion was propelling him upward. The gaurd was still flying on his hovercraft when he saw this. He reached for a wicked looking pistol at his side, but Daniel quickly lashed out, but he somehow willed the sword not to explode. Instead, the guard just was knocked to the depths.
He had to get away. He flew the hovercraft for many miles, over land and sea. He finally settled in a land of purple and green.
I’satta woke up, gasping for breath and soaked in an icy sweat. She shivered, despite the hot winds of the Liberian plains that scraped across her body. She’d had that dream again, the one that had come to her every night since she’d been sold into slavery, the one in which she soared over grassy fields and cloud-covered mountains…at least, she soared until she got to the chasm…the deep, dark, mysterious chasm over which she was unable to soar…the chasm into which she always fell. Down, down, down into it’s ever-blackening depths. And then, she would wake, shaking and scared to no end. Every night, again and again, this was how it went.
She got up and stepped out of the hut for a breath of fresh air.
Kay reached out blindly, searching for a wall. She found it, barely a foot away from her face. Slowly, keeping her hand on the wall, she turned. A corner, another wall (also only a foot away), then an abrupt ending. She went the other way, found the same thing. So. She was in a sort of three sided box.
Gingerly, she felt around with her foot, looking for a surface outside the box. No such luck. She turned back to the first wall, reaching up, searcing for something, anything, that could indicate a way out, but the wall went up past the point that she could reach.
She was trapped, then.
Which meant she was dreaming.
As usual, upon finding that she was dreaming, the dream shifted. Now she stood on an earthy substance, and could feel a breeze, hear birds. Cautiously, she stepped forward, hands out in front of her so she wouldn’t walk into anything.
A creaking sound caught Kay’s attention and she paused, trying to figure out where it had come from. Then a tremor passed through the ground.
A swooping sensation in her stomach and the sudden abscense of solid ground were more than enough to almost give her a heart attack. However, she landed quickly enough and stood up, shaken but unhurt.
Kay noticed, with mixed feelings, that she could see now. The walls of the cavern she had fallen into were violently hot pink, splotched with a nasty green color.
And there were about a hundred orange bats hanging from the walls.
Kay blinked. The transition from all black to neon color was rather startling. Then she noticed a disturbance in the sleeping bats. They shifted aside, parting for a streak of blackness that rolled through them. It was shapeless, except for a gaping mouth lined with crooked fangs. It headed straight for her, snarling.
Kay found herself rooted to the ground unable to move. The creature closed in, and she screamed.
Kay sat up in bed, gasping, and hit her head on the ceiling. She scowled. Such was life on the top of a bunk bed. She sank back down to her elbows, breathing hard. Cold sweat dripped slowly down her forehead.
She listened to her little sister’s even breathing for a moment, then rolled over and faced the wall. If she hadn’t woken her sister, than it was still fairly late. She closed her eyes, and sank back into a dreamless sleep.
Nicholas was falling. He had this dream quite often, but it never got any less scary. He didn’t mind the falling part, but when he looked down- and he always looked down, he couldn’t help himself- he saw the icy water below, and knew it would receive him and crush his bones. He always woke up before he hit the water. Up until now, that is.
Just before he struck the surface, the rushing currents consolidated into a massive whirlpool. He fell into it, the enormous power of the water spinning him around like a top and sucking him down into the depths. He struggled for breath, but there was no air to breathe, and water gushed into his windpipe.
Whereupon, he found he could breathe perfectly well.
He sank towards the bottom of the ocean peacefully, inhaling and exhaling as though he was in open air. Just before the water reached his lungs, it seemed to fizz (a sensation that tickled his larynx) and become gaseous. When he exhaled, the gases he breathed out became water.
So this is how fish feel all the time, was his last thought before he woke up.
Clara was walking through a crowd. Something was happening in the middle of the crush of people, and she couldn’t see what it was. No one was taking any notice of her, though she hollered at the top of her voice, “Let me through!” She knew that something important was going on, and she knew that she was needed, but no one heard her, or saw her. She screamed at them, and pushed, but more people appeared, making the mass tighter, and she still couldn’t get through. She yelled at the top of her voice but no one heard . . .
“Jeez, Clara,” said her older sister, from across the room. “Keep it down, can’t you?”
Clara said nothing, but inwardly she thanked Maria for waking her up.
Perla waited. She did not know who or what she was waiting for, but she waited. In front of her lay a brick wall. Perla sighed, she knew she was dreaming, but she didn’t understand the dream. What was she supposed to do? Why was she presenting herself with this wall? What was it for? What annoyed her most was how often the dream had emerged.
“Child…”A voice shuddered.
“Who’s there?”asked Perla, unafraid.this is weird she thought to herself.this has never happened before.
the wall began to pulse and beat rhythmically, as if breathing.
“you dare to disturb me child?”the voice raised it’s volume. “why are you here?!?”the voice roared.
“I-I’m sorry…”Perla responded timidly.
A head burst through the bricks, not fully complete, with flesh and skull exposed. The lower jaw was missing, which left the only the teeth on top.
Perla screamed at the wall as it roared. An arm, skin peeling from it, reached toward her. Claws protruded from where the finger-nails would be. The sharp nails ripped through clothes, skin, flesh, and bone. The sensation was unbearable.
“Perla!”A voice shouted.
“What?”Perla yelled in response. She sat up, stiff as a board, looked around, and saw her mother beside her bed.
“You were having a nightmare, relax.”
“Thanks, mom.”
Perla lay back down, but stayed awake for the remainder of the night, fearing sleep.
I’satta breathed deeply, noticing the dryness of in her throat. That horrible dream, The Dream, was a constant reminder of how far away from home she was. Wishing for the millionth time since her capture that she could be with her mother again, she dried her eyes with her wrist and went back inside the hut. The day would be long and hard, and she needed all the sleep she could get. Lying back down on the pile of rags she called a bed, she closed her eyes and tried to will herself back to sleep.
Perla grumbled to herself as the alarm clock went off. Even though she was homeschooled, her mom wouldn’t let her sleep in. Granted, other kids got up about an hour before she did, but still…
She got up and stumbled into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror, and saw herself looking back. That was comforting, knowing that, although the nightmare she kept having seemed so real, it wasn’t, and she was still herself.
After showering and getting dressed, Perla went into the kitchen to eat breakfast.
“I want you to do a special assignment today.” her mom said. “Go out and find some red brick, and then I’ll tell you the rest of the project.”
When she was done eating, Perla went outside to find some red brick. Seeing as her house was covered in vinyl siding, this meant that she would have to really look, a bit. She decided to take a little walk through her neighborhood. On her walk, she noticed a little path that she hadn’t noticed before leading into a patch of woods. Intrigued, she followed it. What she saw there shocked her. It was a wall, made of red brick. The wall from her dream.
Her first instinct was to jump back with a stifled scream. Then, as her mind took control of the situation, she took a deep breath and stepped a little closer. She hesitantly put two fingers up to touch the surface, when she remembered that she had seen the wall before. When she was really little, her best friend, Cissy, had lived on the other side of it. She had never seen it from this side before, which was why it seemed so strange. But she was relieved enough to smile at it, glad that it had not come straight out of her nightmare, that her mind had taken it from her memories so deep down that her conscious mind had forgotten. She snatched a piece of red brick from a crumbling spot in the wall and ran back down the path, laughing.
The kitchen was empty, the clock above the refrigerator reading 4:32. Much too early for anyone to be up, but Nicholas couldn’t get back to sleep after his strange dream. It hadn’t been nightmarish, just . . . strange. He opened the fridge and stared dismally at the contents. Half a quart of milk, which he didn’t like anyways, yesterday’s left over pasta salad, some melting ice cream which his mother must have meant to put in the freezer – ah well. It was too early to be hungry anyway. Perhaps he should just try to go back to sleep.
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Clara hated mornings. She was not a morning person. To do anything before nine o’ clock went against her nature. Unfortunately, the farm that she lived on was miles away from school, which forced her to get up before six merely so that she could eat something before the bus came.
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Boy, that’s long. But it’s complete! It’ll be good for me to read the whole thing all the way through.
By the way, since my character’s been cut, I’m hoping I’ll get one if we ever make another one of these(not continued, but a totally different thread)
212- Oh, sorry. I was c&ping, for one, and for another I wasn’t sure if we’d snipped him.
150- I wonder why.
I’ll join. I’ve read the whole thread, and I get it. I’m a little stuck for writing now though. I’ll be back.
Woo-hoo for organization! Alright:
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And fall asleep I’satta did, only to find herself in that same nightmare again. She flew and flew, until she got to the chasm, where she began to fall, down, down, down…and then, up? It seemed that, this time, she could control what happened when she was…well, in flight.
She drifted down towards the water at the bottom of the chasm, curious as to what lie there. She peered closely at the surface of the river, trying to gage its depth. Suddenly, out of the water flew a boy, holding a girl who appeared to have fainted! I’satta shot away from the surface, startled but wondering.
The boy seemed not to have seen her. He dragged the girl to the river bank and peered at her. He bent over and put his ear to her mouth, listening for breath. He sat up. She must be ok., I’satta thought. The boy’s eyes (he had such strange eyes) held compassion and knowledge, and yet, they showed wonder, too, and a look similar to that in her own. She drifted a little closer.
“Hello!” she called out. He turned.
Nicholas spun about at the sound of a girl’s voice behind him. She was…floating, or so it appeared. He studied her face. No hostility, simply…concern, and yet, a touch of curiosity. Someone like this did not belong in his dreams. No one else belonged in his dreams at all. There was never anyone else in his dreams.
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Alright, proposed physical descriptions/ages:
I’satta – African-dark skin; deep brown eyes; African hair in multiple braids and cornrows, just past shoulders; about 5’3″/16
Clara – Extremely fair skin; bright blue eyes; hair so blonde it’s almost white, dead straight, mid-back length; about 5’1″/14
Nicholas – Tan-ish skin; nondescript brown eyes and hair; hair slightly long-ish, just past ear-lobes in front; about 5’9″/15
Perla – /11
Kay – /14
Daniel – /Un-aging, because he, himself, is a dream
Someone else come up with the rest.
cool. I have the entire story planned out in my head, but my version is rather morbid, so I’m assuming no one would want to use it.
217-Well, what does it involve?
216- I like the descriptions, except I was thinking Clara’s hair should be light brown(and in braids) and Nicholas should have dark hair and eyes. It doesn’t matter really.
Kay awoke the next morning with only a vague feeling discomfort to remind her of the horror she had felt the night before. Clumsily, she climbed out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. Kay yawned and brushed back her bangs, then looked in the mirror. Seeing her reflection briefly reminded her of the nightmare she had had, the bags under her eyes making her look as though she hadn’t slept a wink. Sighing, Kay got ready for school, had breakfast, and headed out the door.
219-Well, I kinda figured that Clara should be generally light-colored, because she goes invisible, but it doesn’t really matter…and PC already somewhat described Nicholas. But, you’re right, it doesn’t really matter.
218-well, i was thinking clara and nicholaus like each other, the liberian girl gets killed, uh…in the end, everybody is dead.
I would write it more graphic, too, so…
221- Wow, you’re really positive…
221- No, please! Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Perhaps it is time for a little hiatus. For one thing, why romance here as well as on the MuseBlog Fanfiction. For another, why kill everyone off? Graphically? That’s just horrible . . .
224- No! Don’t leave, Alice! I don’t think anyone else wants to kill off all the characters. And as for any relationships between the characters, we can decide that when the time comes. Though, Alice, as a writer, you may have to get used to it. If you ever want to give your characters depth, you’re going to have to give them strong emotions, and attraction is one of them.
um… sorry but could we possibly do a little bit about each character so i know what’s going on? please.
225-True, true…it’s kind of a part of life.
Oh, and (sorry about 2post) Kagy? See posts 132, 194, and 216. Anything else, just ask.
225- Well, yeah, I guess. But nonetheless . . .
I don’t have a problem with reading romance, but I’m no good at writing it.
(230) Don’t feel bad; very few writers — of any age — are good at writing romantic scenes. It’s very tricky to accomplish without sounding corny, unintentionally funny, or just plain lame.
I’m interested in maybe writing a little bit, but I guess I’ll just lurk until I have a better idea about what’s going on. (I read the recommended posts, I just need to know where it’s at)
216- Daniel is not a dream, he’s just having a very long one since he’s in a coma.
223- Yes, and gimanator is also quite descriptive.
I did say no one would entirely approve of my idea.
230-perhaps you have never experienced it?
233-and that’s about half of my capabilities!
oh well, I’ll write the romance sections, since no one else is comfortable with them, and maybe I’ll write an alternate ending.
235- I haven’t experienced it, and the romance is optional. Right? Right?
Actually, Giminator, it’s not that I’m not comfortable with writing them, I’m uncomfortable with reading them.
“Who are you?” the boy asked, looking up. His hair was a strange color, the same rippled greeny-gray of the river.
“My name is I’satta, though that probably doesn’t mean anything to you,” I’satta replied. “Now, what is yours?”
“Nicholas. What are you doing in my dream? I never have any dreams with other people in them.”
“I could ask you the same question. I’ve never seen you or anyone who looks remotely like you before in my life.” He seemed more real than most of his surroundings. Almost like he and I’satta were together in the same dream.
A loud rumble from beneath the water interrupted her thoughts, and a massive, humped, gray back rose dripping from the river.
I am confused. I managed to put the posts in some sort of order, but we still have people walking about while other people are fast asleep.
239- Some of them live in different time zones, others are up at night. Of course, there may still be some anomalies we have to fix.
Anomalies are inconsistencies, right? Jeez, PC, I almost never have to look at a dictionary unless I’m talking to you. And I always thought I had a good vocabulary!
241- Sorry, I tend to show off on the internet. But you’re right as to the definition.
242- I looked it up, too. Irregularities, the dictionary says. Same diff.
It’s also something that can’t really be defined.
The back proved to be part of a large shell that looked like that of a turtle, except that the holes for the legs were rather too numerous. A long, slimy tentacle extended from each one, and a snapping turtle’s head emerged from the front. Instead of a beak, though, its mouth was filled with rows and rows of white, sharp teeth.
The unconscious girl suddenly sat up, gasping for breath, only to see a nautical monstrosity bearing down on them.
She automatically disappeared.
Nicholas didn’t wonder too much about that. It was a dream, after all.
The maddened creature sloshed right past her and came at Nicholas. Grabbing a large stick, he desperately hacked at its face. With a whine, the turtle-octopus retracted its head and whipped a tentacle around the boy’s leg.
I’ll write in a few minutes.
Nicholas was dragged down the bank and into the water. Obviously, the creature meant to drown him. It didn’t realize that he could breathe underwater.
I’satta didn’t, either. She gave a horrified gasp, then plunged into the river.
A girl-shaped empty space in the water followed her.
A little clarification needed. Is Daniel (agabagabagabag’s character) the “wise helper” figure?
Neither I’satta or Clara could breathe underwater, though, and several seconds later – curiously, time seemed to follow normal rules in this dream – they burst out of the water. Clara reappeared. The girls stared at each other, one slightly translucent and treading water, one perfectly solid and floating in the air a few inches above the surface of the water. Clara gasped, spit out some of the river, and said incredulously, “You can fly?”
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I’ll do other people’s physical descriptions in a second.
250- Not sure. I think he should just be totally clueless and stuck in Dreamland. He’s trying to help them, but he’s also trying to get out of there, ASAP.
252- But he knows what’s happening to Dreamland, right?
It would depend on how long he’d been there, I think.
Just in case anyone was wondering what happened to Benaie, he went to sleep and fell out a window and died.
255- Is that so? I thought he just got edited out of the story.
256-Well, after he died, there was nothing to do with him except throw him in a dumpster behind his house. And that would not be an exciting thing to have in Dreamland because dead people don’t dream.
A bolt of purple shot through the water and struck the creature’s snout. There was a look of shock on it’s face, and a second later, everyone was blasted out of the water.
The three children turned to see a panting young teenager in armor that reflected only green, blue, and purple bending over near the water’s edge.
He turned.
“Oh, hello,” he said. “I’m Daniel. I assume your’e all dreamers?”
You like?
Anyway, about characteristics, l’m no good at physical ones. But l can descirbe the armor.
Okay, let me apologize for kind of being a purple freak here. The sword is purple, the armor reflects only cool colors (including purple) instead of white light, and the shield is three feet in diameter and has a one foot diameter gem in the center.
258- They’re no more children than he is. I’satta is 16, Clara is 14, and Nicholas 15.
I don’t think he should be anything like a wise helper. How’s this:
Daniel was hit two years ago, but his parents love him too much to stop the life support. In those two years, he has picked up various bits of information, such as the dreamers, (people like Daniel, in comas. Our five main characters are Elucidates, which means they can have the same dream as the dreamers, but they have powers in it, and they can live other lives at the same time) but he doesn’t really know much. He has a vague idea that the Dream Barriers are breaking down, and something bad will happen when they do, but not much more than that.
Idea for the something bad: When the Dream Barriers break down, everyone but the dreamers and the Elucidates will ever dream again, and they’ll have everyone’s dreams, not just their own. And they will be impossible to awaken. And since there are only five of the Elucidates and not many dreamers, it’ll be way too intense for them, and they’ll slowly die. When that happens, dreams will be lost forever, to everyone, and all magic will fall out of the world, and there will be no more art, or poetry, or literature, and without these essential things, the whole world will die.
What do you think?
“We’re dreaming,” said I’satta. “Or at least I am.” She looked at the other two oddly. “I’m not sure about them.”
“I’d better be dreaming,” said Clara, looking first the brown-haired boy in purple armor, then at the African girl who spoke perfect English, and finally at the other, silent, boy, with the strange-colored hair who had rescued her. “This is just too weird to be true.” The green-haired boy nodded in agreement, but said nothing.
Daniel shook his head. “That’s not what I meant. But never mind. You must be dreamers, after all, you’re here, aren’t you?” He looked at them appraisingly. “Though I must say you’re all a bit weird. I mean, you,” he pointed to Clara, “are see-through.”
“I am?” said Clara in surprise.
“Yup,” responded Daniel. “But I imagine it’s just something to do with the other you.”
“The other me?”
Daniel shook his head. “Never mind. But gosh! Three at once . . .” he trailed off, staring.
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He knows quite a bit about dreamers, but nothing about Elucidates.
All Kay had done was lay her head on her desk during math class. That was all. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but that was the only explanation for the sudden appearance of a river, an island, and four kids, one of whom was wearing the most ridiculously gaudy armor Kay had ever seen.
The armored boy – he couldn’t have been older than Kay – gaped at her appearance. The other three looked at her flatly, evidently seeing nothing odd.
“Four!” gasped the armored boy. “Four all at once! This is dreadful!” And he dropped his purple sword onto the sand.
“Why?” asked Kay. It was only a dream, but she was not accustomed to people in her dreams doing odd things, at least not without her knowledge. In her dreams, she was all-knowing.
257-A little dark, aren’t we?
Quick Note: On the whole romance thing–one of the reasons I wanted an odd number was so that we wouldn’t have much pairing up, ok? Ok.
262- Ok. Yay! No pairing up! Besides, there are only two boys, counting Daniel.
yay-my internal clock was set to “not at camp” which was a big mistake on my part, oopsie everybody.
263-and WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH READING ROMANCE?
264- *glares* I find it unnecessary and over-emotional. That’s all.
The armored boy pulled himself together. “Okay,” he said, breathing deeply. “I’ll do my best to explain what’s happening, but we need to find a safer place.” He gestured at the dead turtle-octopus. “That was a nightmare, and it wasn’t supposed to be in this dream. More will follow, since the barrier’s cracked. We need to get to an uncorrupted dream.”
“Clear as mud,” Nicholas said, unhelpfully.
The other boy ignored him. “Whatever you do, don’t jump out of the way.”
A truck appeared from nowhere. Nicholas knew it sounded silly, but that was the only way to describe it. That was his last thought before it hit him.
He blacked out momentarily and landed on hard pavement. As he groggily looked around, he saw the other people from his dream getting up and dusting themselves off. They were all standing on a freeway that was apparently suspended in nothingness, extending to infinity.
((Note: Dreamers and Elucidates can move from dream to dream by concentrating on the thing they saw just before they fell asleep.))
“A freeway?” said Kay. “Is that really the best place to talk?”
“Sure it is,” said Daniel. “We can’t die in our dreams, after all.”
“Oh,” said I’satta. “Then why were we worried about Nicholas being caught by the sea-monster?”
“Well, it’s like this,” Daniel Explained, “If you do die in a dream, I have seen this happen before, you’re dead here, and…”
“AND?” Kay said, telling him with her eyes to keep going.
“Well…you can’t go back…”He trailed off again, as he had a habit of doing, and looked away.
“Great.” said Nicholas, sarcastically.
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265-it’s not over-emotional! It’s improtant for the development of characters!.
I’m assuming it’s somthing like:you can only die by your own nightmare( or something similar )
269- “But that can’t be right,” I’satta said. “You always wake up just before you die in dreams. It never fails.”
Daniel sighed. “Well, recently, the barriers between dreams have begun to break down, and people are having nightmares they weren’t meant to have. And if that happens, your subconscious doesn’t know to wake up.”
He stared out along the freeway. “Speaking of which… ”
A small black dot was thundering towards them, getting larger as it approached. It seemed to be a large truck, with an ornamental grill that looked like a mouthful of fangs, and ornate patterns on its deep black body. Things were hanging from the windows. Some had too many appendages and not enough heads, while the reverse was true for others.
“Another nightmare,” Daniel said. He sighed. “They followed me in. I’ve been stuck in Dreamland for the past two years, either running away from nightmares or fighting them, but there are always more…”
“But you wake up, don’t you?” Kay asked.
“No. I’m in a coma. Not brain-dead, otherwise it wouldn’t qualify as sleep, but there’s no way for me to wake up again.”
“In fact,” he said, looking around at the other four, “if you’re here, and you know you’re here, then we’re all in comas. Is there a war out there or something?”
“Well yes,” said Kay, “but it’s not where we live! Or not where I live, at least…”
Clara was looking shocked. She kept mouthing the words, “A coma. I’m in a coma.” Finally she burst out, “But I can’t be in a coma! I remember going to bed last night!”
I thought Daniel wouldn’t remember why he was there. Maybe he should just say ‘I’m stuck here because of a car, I think…’
273- The thing about RRRs is things don’t always work out like you want them to. I think it’s fine if he remembers.
Through the red-brick project Perla tried to ignore the headache that threatened to swamp her brain, but by lunchtime she was felling too ill to concentrate. She got sick often – short, intense, illnesses that came every two months or so and lasted for a day – and she had long since learned that the best way to deal with it was to sleep it off. Her mother tucked her into bed and closed the curtains. Perla laid her head on the pillow and closed her eyes, willing sleep to come.
No one was really surprised when a redheaded child in red and green striped pajamas appeared next to them in the middle of the road. The girl herself had a dreamy, not-at-all-surprised-by-anything look on her face, and when the next moment a car came barreling out of nowhere, she stepped out of the way without really noticing and bumped into I’satta.
“Sorry,” Perla said, stepping back and taking stock of the situation. A pale girl in a long white nightgown was sobbing in the center of the small huddle of teenagers, and everyone else, particularly a boy in purple armor, was looking at her with exceedingly uncomfortable expressions. Only now they were looking at Perla.
“Is she part of the dream?” asked a boy with greenish-gray hair. “Or is she in a coma too?”
“A coma?” gasped Perla, while the girl in the nightgown sobbed even louder.
“The proper term is dreamer,” said the armored boy, “but yes. If you’re here, then you probably aren’t there too. A brain can’t split itself in two.”
Wow, great job guys! I thought this wouldn’t gain mny posts while l was gone!
“Uch, well, how did this…thing get here?”Daniel said with essence of disgust.
“Nonsense, she’s obviously in trouble and needs help, what’s your name girl?”Asked Perla.
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I can’t think of what else to put, hmmmm…
279- Actually, I was fairly sure that the girl was Clara, who was very much upset at the thought that she might be in a coma. She IS Clara. I’m not sure what I would do in the situation, but break down and cry seems about accurate, and they can’t all be immensely brave.
oh, I got confused, oopsie.
279- Daniel’s nicer than that!
sorry.
279- Let’s erase that post. Too many anomalies.[/inside_joke]
Daniel collected his thoughts. He needed to unite these Dreamers, otherwise they would all break down, flee to other dreams, and get picked off by nightmares hungry for fear.
284- Heheh. Not that much of an inside joke.
“Alright,” he said. “This isn’t really the best place to talk, anymore. The nightmares are here too. We need to go to a untouched dream.” He looked at the new Dreamer. “Don’t be alarmed, whatever happens.” The child nodded. The truck came rushing out of nowhere again, and despite themselves, the Dreamers flinched almost in unison. Daniel stood perfectly still. And then the split second had passed, and they stood in a silent dark green forest.
Sorry I haven’t been here in, like, forever, guys…CRAZY busy…you have no idea. But, anyway, who’s the new Dreamer, since I have no time to read that far back, now?
287- None of them are Dreamers except for Daniel, and he thinks that our five heroes are Dreamers, when they’re really Elucidates.*
The “new Dreamer” is Perla, since we had everyone else I figured we might as well get her in here too.
*This post explains it, if you weren’t here to see it:
Daniel was hit two years ago, but his parents love him too much to stop the life support. In those two years, he has picked up various bits of information, such as the dreamers, (people like Daniel, in comas. Our five main characters are Elucidates, which means they can have the same dream as the dreamers, but they have powers in it, and they can live other lives at the same time) but he doesn’t really know much. He has a vague idea that the Dream Barriers are breaking down, and something bad will happen when they do, but not much more than that.
Idea for the something bad: When the Dream Barriers break down, everyone but the dreamers and the Elucidates will ever dream again, and they’ll have everyone’s dreams, not just their own. And they will be impossible to awaken. And since there are only five of the Elucidates and not many dreamers, it’ll be way too intense for them, and they’ll slowly die. When that happens, dreams will be lost forever, to everyone, and all magic will fall out of the world, and there will be no more art, or poetry, or literature, and without these essential things, the whole world will die.
Wow, I leave for five days and look what happens. Great job guys!
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Perla turned suddenly to look at Daniel. “Whaddya mean,” she asked, sounding bewildered, “‘a brain can’t split itself in two?'”
“Well, you know… if you’re here, you’re here, not… you know… there…” he spread his hands in a helpless sort of gesture.The silence that followed his words stretched on for what seemed like an age, punctuated by Clara’s sobs.
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Kay shook her head, eyes closed. She opened her mouth, closed it, then finally spoke. “Now, hold on, just a minute, please.” she realized that her voice had a sort of pleading edge to it, and kicked herself mentally. “You- Daniel- these… these dreamers… don’t usually end up in the same dreams… all at the same time, right?” He nodded, frowning. “So… how do you know… How can you be sure…. I mean, if this is an anomaly, well, does that mean there’s a chance we’re not… all in… you know… comas?” the other four looked up hopefully at Daniel.
“Well, I really don’t- I mean, that is to say, I-” Daniel broke off, shaking his head like a dog bothered by flies. “I don’t know!” he cried. “I’m just stuck here and everything I know- I just picked it up! I- I’m just as confused about this mess as all of you… I mean, this has never happened before…” He trailed off weakly. “I just don’t know… I’m sorry. We’ll know if you’re right if you… you know. Wake up. I hope you do, really.”
Clara took a deep breath, tried to get back in control. It helped, having a shred of hope to cling to. “Tell us everything you know, please.”
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Oh, for the record, I imagine Kay as being pale, having mid-lenght black/dark brown hair and grayish eyes, and being really skinny (like anorexically thin, though she’s not, you know, anorexic or anything). And being, like, maybe 5’5″ or 5’6″ or thereabouts.
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289- Sounds good. (Kay’s description. And your story.) I’ll continue later, but I have just finished reading Kiki’s novel(la), and need to get off the computer.
Our word count is 4495. It’s 11 pages long on Appleworks, and there are roughly 26749 characters.
heh.
:idea:TNÖ:idea:
Daniel took a deep breath. “Dreamers are people who are in comas,” he explained, “and are stuck in Dreamland. This is Dreamland.” He gestured to the empty highway suspended in the air. “Well, this is a dream, but all dreams are in Dreamland. I’m a Dreamer, and I assume all of you are, too. Only Dreamers are . . . I don’t know . . . aware, during their dreams, and only Dreamers can meet each other in their dreams. Which is why I think all of you are Dreamers.
“But I don’t really know much; all this is just stuff I’ve picked up in the two years I’ve been here. Maybe there’s another type of Dreamer, that can be here without being in a coma. I don’t know.” He looked miserable. “I don’t know much. I just want to wake up.”
“Well, then we all have something in common, don’t we?” Kay said, sarcastically.
“Yeah…”Daniel trailed off, he looked stumped, “hang on, I’ve gotten pretty close to getting out myself, let me show you.”
“Wait what do you mean-“Perla began, but she was cut off by Daniel making a motion to keep silent.
“What?”Perla whispered, hoarsly. Again, Daniel put a finger to his lips, more angrily. The elucidates looked to each other with similar looks that showed concern and confusion. Daniel closed his eyes, and seemed to try to focus, when a loud humming broke the silence. The sky seemed to flash different dark colors like black and purple, like a strobe light. All of the group was lifted above the ground, and stayed there, floating.
“Ok,”Daniel yelled above the noise,”hold hands so you don’t get lost!”
The elucidates held each others hands hastily.”What’s going on?”Yelled I’satta. Suddenly the dreamers all rocketed foward through the colored sky. They stopped in front of what appeared to be a hole. Through the hole, they could recognize their homes.
Abruptly Daniel began to scream, “Ahhh! Don’t let go, what ever you do!” Wind sucked at the faces of the group, and Daniel passed out. The party landed on the ground, above some grassy hills, roughly. The buzzing and flashing lights were gone.
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phew, how’s that? too fast?
293- They don’t know they’re elucidates yet. How about, “the other five” or, “the dreamers” depending on the context.
when the people are talking. but we now know what they are. I feel I can use that term discribing them, can I not?
~~~Π Gooboogayboogebageb! Come here! Come here! Come here!
That was to attract attention.
295- No. Because the reader doesn’t know what an Elucidate is, therefore they will be confused.
This is really great, guys! I can’t think of anything to write now, but the story seems to be flowing really nicely. I’ll write later, I promise.
Opal don’t you DARE join without reading to story! If you want to write, you have to read the story! (Everyone else, give me some support here! Don’t tell her anything about the characters; then she can’t write without reading.)
This post’ll probably put her off anyways, since she’s reading over my shoulder.
She claims she’ll disguise herself, so don’t tell ANYONE about the story–make them read it.
PS- Opal, I’ll be able to tell who you are.
PPS- If “I” don’t appear to know what I’m doing, ignore me.
299 – Opal was looking over your shoulder when you wrote that? lol
Don’t let this RRR die!
301- I won’t. I visit every day, and I’ll bring it back to life eventually. RRRs are meant to be slow threads.
299- I certainly hope so.
I’satta tried to sit up, head throbbing. She cried out in pain.
“What’s wrong?” she heard Kay ask from a few feet away.
“I think I broke my arm.” said I’satta through gritted teeth.
“Oh, no…” Kay rolled onto her side, got up, and walked over to I’satta. She inspected I’satta’s arm.
“Yup, it looks like you’re right. Hold on, I’ll find a stick ad something we can use to tie it to your arm.” She propped I’satta up against a nearby rock. I’satta looked around.
“Where’s everyone else?” she asked, bewildered.
For the first time since she’d regained consciousness, Kay really looked around.
“I don’t know.” she replied.
At that moment, everyone else was wondering the same thing.
“Where is this?” asked Perla, gazing at the surrounding countryside. “It looks like a painting.”
There was a pause, while Daniel, Nicholas, and Clara contemplated this. Then Perla said, “It is a painting!”
“It isn’t,” said Clara.
“Yes, it is!” Perla was not giving in. “It’s an abstract painting, see.” She gestured at the large 3-dimensional splotches of color hanging in the air around them.
“It can’t be!”
“This is Dreamland,” said Daniel. “Anything can happen.”
Perla nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes,” she said, doing a little jig on the white tile floor.
“If it’s a painting,” said Clara logically, “then why is the floor normal?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Perla. “Maybe the painter made it that way. Or maybe it’s just one of those dream things.” She seemed so fixated on it being a painting that Clara let it be. Even if she hadn’t intended to, what Nicholas said next drove all thoughts of that out of her mind.
“Where are Kay and I’satta?” he asked.
Kay ran and got a stick and tied it to I’satta’s arm.
“You stay here and rest. Here’s a stick you can use to fend off anything that might come while I’m gone…I’m going to find everyone else, if I can, or at least have a look around.”
“Wait!” protested I’satta. “I’m coming with you!”
“No, you’re not!” insisted Kay.
“Yes, I am!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“NO!”
“Yes, whether you like it or not!” I’satta was adamant.
“Alright, fine…but if you get too tired, tell me.”
“I will.” I’satta agreed.
They trudged on for what seemed like hours, days, months, even. You never can tell about these things in dreams… Eventually, they came to a stream, but when I’satta scooped some up in her hand, it wasn’t clear. She sniffed it, a bit hesitantly.
“It’s…it’s paint!” she exclaimed. It was true. They had stumbled across a tiny stream of thick, blue paint.
Kay looked both terrified and bewildered. “This is weird,” she muttered.
“Of course it is,” said I’satta. “It’s a dream.”
“Well, I wish I would wake up.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said I’satta. “It’s better than some things, definitely. And at least this isn’t a nightmare.”
No sooner had she said that Kay jumped and gave a little scream, falling into the stream of paint. I’satta heart threatened to break out of her chest, but she waited for five seconds, and when nothing more happened, she glanced around.
Nothing.
Nothing? Well, there was still the landscape, with it’s sky too blue, it’s grass too green, but nothing really scary.
Then why had Kay screamed?
I’satta turned to ask her that very question, but Kay had vanished. The stream was empty of everything but brilliant blue paint.
I’satta swallowed. There had to be a logical explanation. There had to be. But what was it?
In a panic, she threw herself down on the bank and thrust her good arm in as deep as it went. It was only a foot or so.
WHERE WAS KAY?
“Wake up, Kay!” shrilled Deb in Kay’s ear. The older girl shifted in her sleep. “I want to wake up,” she mumbled.
“Then DO!” said Deb. “It’s nine-thirty!”
Kay did. Her eyes opened wide and she said, “It’s not a nightmare, it’s not, it’s not!” Then she noticed that she was not sprawled in a stream of paint, but laying in her bed with her little sister talking in her ear. She could have cried with relief.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she announced, and swung herself down the ladder. She seized a bundle of clean clothes and her bathrobe, walked across the hall, and slammed the bathroom door.
308-Nice!
I’satta, back in Dreamland, panicked. What should she do?! She had to find the others, and quick. She set off at as brisk a pace as she could across the cold, wet, far-too-green grass.
After traveling not too much of a distance, she came across what looked to be a footprint in the painted grass. Sure enough, it was, but it only had three toes, and very long toes, at that. Whatever had made this footprint had to have been huge. A little apprehensively, and fully alert, I’satta followed the trail of footprints along a nearby muddy path. It occurred to her that the thing she was following was probably somebody else’s Nightmare. But what else could she do? She was alone, lost in Dreamland.
309- Thanks!
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“They aren’t here?” Daniel looked around. There was Perla, in her candy-cane-striped pajamas; Clara, who seemed to have regained control but still looked like she wanted to wake up; Nicholas, his hair still the same odd hue of the river; but Kay and I’satta. How could he have missed it?
Can we maybe possibly have a new thread? Before it gets so long new people refuse to join?
(311) New thread at your service.