notquitedracula: (The weight of ages)
I'll get straight to the point. There are plenty of us with dangerous abilities, and these nightmares are not helping with our control. I propose that everyone who considers themselves a potential danger to others come forward now, and that we all partner up to prevent each other from doing something stupid and regrettable after waking up from one of these things. I don't think isolation will work as a long-term solution - it breeds paranoia and despair, among other things.

If you don't want to, that's fine too - but if you don't and you end up hurting someone, it's on your head.

I'm going to go ahead and make myself the first name on the list.
sailorlaughter: (OMG SO EXCITE)
Guys! GuysguysguysguysGUYS!

[The camera swings up to what is clearly the orchard just outside of Ponyville, just in time to catch a treeful of teal blossoms turning into tiny gray apples.]

LOOK at THIS! Do you guys know what this MEANS?

It's ZAPAPPLE SEASON!!! I'm TOTALLY gonna make zapapple jam all by myself, JUST so you can all see how good it tastes! I think I know most of the rules and signs and stuff - Rarity, do you know any of them? Or Princesses? Oh, and if anyone else wants to help me make jam, just show up after the giant storm with a bunny suit and anything pink polka-dotted!
fatemeter: (hope you're prepared)
Good evening. [However little that means in a place that doesn't seem to have actual days, it hardly hurts to be polite.] My name is Naoto Shirogane. In my... own world [there's just a moment of hesitation], I'm a detective by trade. As such, in the interest of consolidating what information we have, I have a few questions I'd like to ask.

[It might be a bit difficult to put a gender to the voice here without any visual cues. It is unambiguously young - but given the practised, professional air with which all of this is being reeled off, you might overlook that. To some extent, that's the point.]

Firstly: what are the last events you recall before waking up in this "realm of dreams"? Is the memory continuous as far as you can remember, or is there a gap?

Secondly: were you previously familiar with the phenomenon of movement between different worlds, voluntary or otherwise? If so, what comparisons could you draw, if any, to the process of entering this one?

Thirdly: from what you know of those in this same situation, can you think of any commonalities we may have had prior to our arrival here? Is there evidence to suggest that the selection is something other than wholly random - based on certain criteria, perhaps, or even a conscious choice on the part of some other entity?

And, finally... [This level tone of voice doesn't change.] Where in this place might somebody procure firearms, should the need arise?

[Potentially unfortunate implications? What unfortunate implications?]

I assure you, any answers you can offer will be helpful. Thank you for your time.

[Without fanfare, the recording switches off.]
notquitedracula: (Lost in contemplation)
As I'm sure some of you are aware by now, a number of magical necklaces are on the loose - how many has not been mentioned, at least not that I'm aware of. Odds are that they're all in the new world - Equestria, I think it was called?

I don't know how many of you feel ready to face combat on four legs, but I'm asking those who are to help in searching for the baubles. A more detailed description would be quite helpful, if any of the natives are willing to oblige.

From personal experience, if a thing is worth hiding, it's also worth guarding, so that will be my first priority - finding places that have heavy Nightmare populations, and cleaning them out.

However, I'm not at all certain that they'll just be lying around; the note said something about looking within our hearts. Is there anyone who could shed some light on that, maybe translate it from Riddle-ese into something more closely resembling logic?
unrecovered: (Let me think about that one)
[Somebody's human, which rules out Ponyville as the location for this one.]

Three things. One, if you haven't figured out how to walk as a pony yet, do it soon. There's a pattern to the way this dream works - when something happens, it'll probably happen in Ponyville, and if you want to get involved you need to be able to walk.

Two. [He pulls out the dead AI chip that came from the Mother of Invention and holds it up to the camera, keeping a very straight face.] Have any of these changed hands? We should be keeping track of them. [And by that he means "he's keeping track of them whether you all like it or not."]

Three, has anyone tried putting the talking items together yet?
seasaltkeys: (Sparkle)
Path A

[There's a Roxas on the screen. He looks exhausted. And kind of worried, and there's a bit of embarrassment in there to. Still, he's in a bit of an emergency and he needs help.]


Has anyone seen Sparkle? She's been missing for a while now.

[By a while, he means a few hours, enough to worry him. She always comes when he calls.]

She's a Me Me Bunny. I haven't painted her.

I think she's still in Traverse Town somewhere.


Path B:

[There's a me me bunny hoping around near the post office. This looks like  fun place to be. Roxas has never really let her explore like this before. Approach Y/N?]
revenancenpcs: (FILSS)
Hello, and welcome to-

I am sorry, my resources here appear to be limited. I have been authorized to use this network in order to make announcements regarding current events on the Mother of Invention.

Currently, many of my systems remain inoperable. However, I am attempting to make the systems control portions of the ship accessible, and I would appreciate any assistance in bringing the rest of my functions online. I will be opening up a secondary training room shortly in order to provide a route to these vital areas.

Thank you for your help, and have a nice day.
brbjudgingyou: (➠ Oh ho ho)
No offense to the adorable little guide, but a watch communicator? Not exactly my style. Now if it had been from a place like, oh say... Pegaso? Then you certainly wouldn't be hearing me complain.

[ excuse Joshua's long suffering sigh. just can't get any decent threads around here, huh? ]


I suppose beggars can't be choosers, hmm?

[ after a pause. ]

At least this is better than another one revolving around Tin Pin.

hiptobe_eraqus: (Resolute)
[Eraqus comes onscreen, looking quite serious business.]

This is a general message to everyone who's thought of traveling to the world that's appeared: please use the utmost care, and refrain from doing so unless you are absolutely prepared for combat, or are in a large group.

There is some creature or entity there that is attacking people at random, even those in groups, and has already caused a lot of harm. It is very fast, and no one has seen it yet even upon a direct attack, which suggests it either has some degree of invisibility or time manipulation. I would recommend people don't travel there until we can find some way to detect and stop it.

On that note, if you have any technical or magical knowledge on detecting invisibility or related, now would be the time to bring it up.

[Something peers in from behind Eraqus: his new Dream Eater, a Thunderaffe. She seems to be prancing in place, as if she's ready to show that strange menace who's boss. Come on, she can take it! Eraqus turns around.]

No, Soemon, you need a lot of training first.
unrecovered: (I don't want to talk about it)
[The video starts abruptly and accidentally - the feed shows nothing but blue armored boots. When the blue and yellow helmet clatters to the ground, it becomes obvious it's Wash; when he drops to his knees and the video picks up the sound of heavy, labored breathing, it becomes obvious he's not doing too well. He murmurs, words indistinguishable, trying to talk himself out of whatever is happening while Fang and Melody make concerned noises. The feed jostles as Melody opens the communicator further, revealing the bridge of the Mother of Invention and the leaderboard above her, before she cuts the feed. She knows her person wouldn't want anyone to see this.]

[Later, the feed comes back on again, intentionally this time. Wash looks much more composed - much as he can with his helmet back on, at least. That may have to do with the fact that he's back in the hotel room.]


I don't know how, but the portal in Twilight Town leads to the Mother of Invention. I didn't get very far in. I just...thought you could use the warning.

[He'd meant to filter that to York, North, Wyoming, and Epsilon; he doesn't know that the first video exists or that it's messed up his filter.]
the_mechanic: (Default)
[There's a close-up view of a well-manicured goatee, though there's a bit of blood around the lips, and as he adjusts the camera, it's plain to see that the clearly-attractive man has definitely been in a fight recently. Put mildly. And also that he's wearing some kind of metal armor suit thing, with the face-mask open.

He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again. Twice. This is not a man accustomed to being at a loss for words.]


Please tell me there's someone in this sparkly-rainbow-nightmare than can get a full sentence out, with minimal KUPO, that can tell me what the hell is going on?

...please?

[The camera pans out just enough to show the komory bat perched on the top of the man's head, chittering away happily. Tony swipes at him half-heartedly, as if they've been through this a few times already, and the bat makes no motion to vacate his vantage point.

Tony looks pleadingly into the camera, and with a deep sigh, cuts the feed.]
sailorlaughter: (Haters gonna hate)
Hiiiiiii, everypony!

[The pink pony seems cheerfully oblivious to the Hebby Rep chewing on her head.] My name's Pinkie Pie, and I just gotta say, this is the coolest dream ever! Whoever set this up totally knew what they were doing! And I mean, I've had some real dream-doozies, like that time when everything in Ponyville turned into cake and I had to eat it all while Twilight played on the tuba, but I've never-ever dreamed up my very own shiny dream-lizard before!

[She lifts a foreleg to point, causing the spirit to leap and clamp his jaws around that instead. Pinkie smiles.] I think I'm gonna call him Toothy!
go_dream: (so then i was like)
[Tidus is out, letting his Hebby Repp wander around him while he sits on the edge of the wall.]

Are those dreams still happening for anyone else? I thought they'd stop by now, but I guess someone's not okay with it.

[And why should it matter to any of them?]

When that keyhole appears, and it's broken--maybe the pieces are lost. Has anyone started looking for them yet?
seasaltkeys: (Not quite anyone)
[He's been thinking about this a lot. Since he got over the shock of the mansion showing up, and since people started returning from it unscathed. He's not sure if that's a good thing or not, since he doesn't know if he'll go through the same thing.

But at some point he needs to know. Deep down, he knows he can't keep running. At least this time, it's his choice, and he's not being forced into anything.


He's off by himself, keeping things to text in an effort to stay anonymous, though who knows how effective that will be.]


How do you deal with something that's bothering you?

[That should be vague enough.]

raisethemoon: (We are unsure)
[Luna looks tired and irritated as she comes onscreen, her ears low and her fur a bit matted as if she's only just woken up. Ordinarily, she wouldn't make an announcement about something that pertains to her work like this, but after the last time this happened, she believes it relevant to the community at large. And, well, no one else seems to be forthcoming about their nightly travails...]

We are all sharing the same dreams. Again.

Doubtless, you have all noticed the...general pattern these new recurrences have been taking. [Said in a tone that clearly indicates she knows that practically no one here is sleeping peacefully.] And, once again, the Keyhole is common to all. Perhaps this heralds the opening of yet another world?
eternalfrolicbond: (Default)
[A lanky redheaded man in a long black coat waves at the screen, apparently already comfortable with how it works. A komory bat is fluttering around above his head.]

Didn’t think I’d see this place again. Hey, everyone, my name is Lea. [He grins.] Don’t forget it, now.

I don’t know how I ended up here again, but does anyone know what’s going on? The moogle said you guys had been trying to work out what was up but that it didn’t seem like anyone had figured out how to get home. Since this isn’t the exam, I don’t think anyone’s going to try to wake me up any time soon.
frostyfuntimes: (Come Again?)
So.

[A boy in a frosted blue hoody and white hair sits comfortably...on top of a roof. He has a staff perched against his shoulder and the stars are shining bright behind him. Hovering over his shoulder is a Komory Bat looking curious at the world around it and flitting around on and off screen. Eventually the bat settles onto the crook of the staff and hangs upside down. The boy glances up at the bat and looks like he's not sure if he should laugh or frown. Over all he just looks awkward and unsure of himself which is kind of a new feeling for him.]

I've never had a pet before, dreams or otherwise. It's kind of weird.

[He should probably say something else...but what? Jack looks thoughtful. Clearly, he hasn't done this before]

Everyone can see me though, right? [Frown.] There isn't going to be much point in me using this communicator watch if you can't. The Moogle looked at me like I was insulting him or something when I told him I didn't think it would work, but I guess if this is a dream things are different, right?

[He looks guarded, like he's not sure he wants to believe in that just yet. Too much prior disappointment]

Oh well. [Shrugs it off, let's just pretend everything is fine even if inside he's nearly freaking out.] I guess as long as the Moogles and the bat can see me it shouldn't be a big deal. I have to admit, the Nightmares you have around here are still a lot nicer looking than any of Pitch's.

[Jack swings his staff. Momentarily forgetting that the Komory Bat is hanging from him. The bat squeaks and flutters off. He looks up at it.] Maybe that's what all of this is about...maybe this is how I'm supposed to be a Guardian [Wait, that's admitting he WANTS to be a guardian, Jack backtracks and shakes his head.] or whatever. Although you'd think Sandy would be the one fighting in a dream world, not me.

[The bat lands on the staff again, testing it to see if Jack is done bouncing and twirling it. Jack looks sad for a moment but then brushes it aside. He's gotten bored of talking to himself. He stands up, kicking his staff up, once again disturbing the bat.]

Come on Snowball. Let's check out this town.
dork_of_keys: (Whoops...)
[The clip opens with a sideways close up of Bruce's face. He has not been painted yet, but that isn't the issue. It's nighttime, at least according to the clocks. He gives a squeak when he notices the communicator is on and starts fidgeting with it. What exactly he's trying to do isn't clear until he turns it so that it's obvious that it's sitting on a night table. Said night table is next to Sora's bed and viewers are now treated to a sideways image of a snoozing Keybearer.

Sora's not quite sleeping peacefully, however. He's fidgeting at least and occasionally mumbles something in his sleep. Whatever he's dreaming of, it might not be pleasant. Jelly Bean is sitting next to him on the bed, whimpering and occasionally pawing at him. This doesn't last long, as Sora wakes with a start, sitting up quickly and sending the Meow Wow tumbling off the bed. Whatever he was dreaming about, it seems to have involved combat, as he has his Keyblade in hand and the beginnings of a Thunder spell crackling in the air around him before his sleepy mind realizes where he is.

He sits for a moment, panting and clearly trying to wrap his brain around what's going on. After a minute, he settles down, dismissing his Keyblade and muttering one word just barely loud enough for the communicator to pick up. He doesn't sound puzzled or confused, though. He sounds more like he thinks he should have thought of this sooner.
]

... A Keyhole.

[Jelly Bean hops back up on the bed, sits down where he was before and gives Sora a Look. It is the kind of Look one might expect on a disgruntled pet with a knucklehead master who has just inadvertently kicked him out of bed. Sora does not notice this Look right away, being too busy thinking over what he'd just dreamed. Jelly Bean barks. It's the kind of growly, irritated bark that perfectly compliments the Look. Sora reaches out to absently pat the disgruntled Dream Eater on the head.]

Sorry, buddy.

[He turns to Bruce, as if intending to ask him something. Whatever he's going to say, it's forgotten when he sees that the communicator is on. Sighing, he picks it up.]

Um...

[Well this is awkward. How long was it recording? Sora looks to Bruce, who squeaks at him from off camera. The bat sounds cranky. Had he also gotten kicked off the bed at some point? Sora looks back at the communicator and seems to debate something for a moment before he speaks up. No, he doesn't actually want to talk about this right now, but he doesn't realize he was recorded thinking out loud about the Keyhole. He'll find out the hard way when the replies start coming in...]

So apparently our Spirits can turn the communicators on if they mess with them enough.
promotiondemotion: (The culprit... is you!)
[Altis stands underneath a streetlamp, the area behind her dark. It seems like she took great care in picking out a good place to pick out this... thing she's doing. She certainly seems pleased with herself at least.]

I hope you're ready for a night of nightmares and torment and fear, for the lovely and evil demon Altis has brought another new Nightmare into the world! As long as I'm here, no one will have a good night's sleep!

Now come on out, and make these people quiver at the thought of going to bed tonight!

[She moves the shot to the darkness and something slowly hops into view. A spiny, spiky outline emerges from the darkness to reveal...!

...An ordinary, spirit-brand Pricklemane.]
promotiondemotion: (Good deeds again?)
[Altis stares out from the screen looking hesitant.]

So... is this really a world of dreams? None of this really sits right with me. It all... makes too much sense, I guess? But there are things that don't make much sense at all, either.

I guess I'll start somewhere simple. What's the best way to make money around here?

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