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[spaceracist]

[Well, this has been a hell of a day...couple of days? Emile's not entirely sure, since his mission clock isn't synching with anything. He's completely out of his element here, especially after the little white fuzzy bastards put him in some kind of stasis a couple times. The idea of those things controlling everything here--which they clearly do--isn't comforting in the least to him. He's also not entirely sure what to make of this little snake...thing that he supposedly "made" from those weird pieces.

At least there was something to fight here, and a few battles with Nightmares had done a lot to calm him down. So now he was poking around with the communicator, and wonder of wonders there do in fact seem to be other people here. Might as well see what kind of afterlife he's landed in.

The video clicks on to show armor that might be familiar to anyone who's been paying attention to the Freelancers, but there's a very distinctive skull pattern carved into the domes gold surface of his smooth EVA helmet.]

This is Noble-Four requesting contact from any UNSC-friendly forces in the area. This don't make any goddamn sense.

--And are those little white bastards shitting me or is it really called "munny"?

Comments

[spaceracist]

[He nods sharply, not surprised. Outside of teams like his, Spartans are very rare.]

Any luck on commanding officers?

[OR DOES HE OUTRANK YOU ALL?]

[brodakota]

Negative on that as well.

[The closest he's got is Carolina. And all things considered it's probably a good thing the Director isn't here. Looks like you're the highest rank, Emile. If Freelancers had ranks.]

Although I'm not sure being dragged into a dream world counts as an official operation.

[spaceracist]

Can't say I like that. [He's the lowest possible rank of officer, but that puts him in charge of himself. Not something Emile's ever been good at, really.] Ain't like we got a choice, though.

[At that he laughs, though it's a bit bitter.] Right. Nightmares and all that. That really the best explanation we got for all this?

[brodakota]

Unless whatever's bringing us here decides to bring them along as well.

[North isn't sure where he stands on that.]

It's the best one I've got. A few friends have tried going a bit more in depth but it hasn't really helped.

[spaceracist]

So we act like they don't make it here. Roger.

Huh. Well, the rules at least stay consistent? [Meaning the physics, general temperament of the Dream Eaters, that kind of thing. Actual dreams don't necessarily stay consistent.]

[brodakota]

I'd say so. I've been here for a few months now, and everything's mostly behaved, aside from a few weird things happening.

The worlds don't change drastically or anything like that.

[spaceracist]

How weird? Weirder than showin' up here in the first place?

[Because this is all pretty much outside his realm of experience, here.]

[brodakota]

I think that still tops the list, but there's also shared dreams occasionally, plus new worlds showing up around the same time.

[spaceracist]

[Shared...dreams?]

Don't think anyone sharin' my dreams would be a good idea.

[Given all the shit he's been through and how long it's been since his last psychiatric evaluation.]

[brodakota]

I guess a better way to put it is everyone has the same dream, in their own way.

[It's still not fun.]

[spaceracist]

Have to keep an eye out for that, then. You can tell when it's happening? Or we have to wait until it's over?

[Yep still not really liking the idea.]

[brodakota]

Usually yeah. Someone says something about it over the network. But then we're stuck with them until a new world appears.

[spaceracist]

[Emile's not quite sure he understands how it works, but it sounds like it's common enough that he'll get some firsthand experience.]

Roger that. Just hope we don't get stuck in one of my dreams.

[brodakota]

Or mine, for that matter.