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Who: Everyone!
Where: In their dreams
When: 3/20/14 - 3/27/14
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: A catch-all log for what dreams are available for people to walk through at night.
The Story:

♥ As of Wednesday, the 19th, all beds in the Mansion (no matter their style or cultural/temporal origin) have been replaced with swinging beds.

♥ But starting Thursday, the 20th, sleeping in the new beds induces vivid dreams, and characters sleeping at the same time will be able to walk into each others' dreams. If a character is a spoilsport and doesn't sleep in the swinging beds, he or she doesn't get to dream walk.

♥ Characters will be able to dreamwalk until Thursday, the 27th.

♥ Leave a description of your characters' dream (or dreams) in top levels on this post so others can comment and walk into their dream, if they choose to go exploring other people's dreams!

♥ Questions? Please ask them over here at the FAQ post for the event! And have fun!

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[Sometimes Wash's dreams are more dreams and mostly fictional, and sometimes they're more memory-based, him reliving some of his experiences in the military. Tonight, it's more the latter...

Surrounded by the vacuum of space and a ton of debris from the scrap station they've just left behind, Wash is on edge. He's still not sure he trusts these jetpacks, especially not after what he heard before the mission started, but...it's their only way back to the ship. Plus, the rest of his team is all around him, they'll keep him safe if anything goes wrong, right?

He's barely listening to their conversation about the objective they've just failed, too busy trying to keep focused on his path, on staying on track and not using too much thrust with his pack.

And then they get a radio call in from Four-Seven-Niner, informing them in a rather panicked tone that they're a nuke that's been dropped behind them, and with the surrounding debris...there's no doubt it'll hit something and go off any second now. That's more than enough encouragement to get them all to speed up, hit the thrusters on their jetpacks to get themselves back to the ship as quickly as possible.

Well. Everyone except Wash. He's panicking, even freezing up a little now. On the one hand, he absolutely does not want to be blown to smithereens by a nuke. But on the other? What he heard before, about Georgia accidentally going off course with his jetpack and never being seen again? He doesn't want that, either. To be endlessly floating through space and die that way, with no hope of being saved?

Breathing shallow now, he keeps his thrusters on as low as they had been during original extraction. The ship arrives ahead of his team, and he watches as one by one, they all fly on almost gracefully. And then they turn back to stare out at him, still several feet away from the back entrance of the Pelican ship.]

Wash, what're you doing? [He hears Agent York calling out to him, stepping toward the lowered platform at the back of the ship.] Get in here, use your jetpack!

[He's using his jetpack, though! Just...too scared to boost the speed. His heard hammering in his chest, Wash just stares in at all of his teammates, his face paling behind his helmet.]

I-I don't wanna end up like Georgia!

[If you could liken the way he calls that out to anything, you'd be dead on in saying it sounds like something akin to a wail. But Wash doesn't even care right now, he's terrified, nuke behind him, possible slip-up leading to him floating through space alone forever ahead of him.

That's about when he hears Carolina sigh something, and reach for her grappling hook.

And then she pulls the trigger, shooting the hook out at him, only to have it...grab his codpiece. Wash barely gets a chance to look down at it, and no time to ask for a redo, before he feels the team leader yanking on the line, pulling him in toward the ship.

Startled, and not exactly loving being pulled through space and debris by his balls, Wash screams the whole way, flailing his arms and his legs like that might slow him down, but of course it doesn't. It all happens so fast, and yet at the same time feels almost like slow motion.

Up until the point where he makes the most graceful entrance ever, tumbling into the ship painfully and embarrassingly, but at least alive. It's a moment he relives a lot, even in his dreams, and sometimes...he does actually end up like Georgia.]

[It was dark, and there were tiny lights all around, which meant she must be in the ocean! The fish and jellies were so pretty when it was dark!

She finds a big metal thing in the water with her, and a person in shiny straight armour, but it's not strange. It's her friend in armour, Mr. Washington! And he-

Oh my gosh something is pulling him around by his--

She starts giggling, just a little but then the more she tries to be mature and stop laughing, the funnier seeing him getting pulled around by his you know is, and she can't stop.

She tries to stifle it when she swims after him, and she's mostly succeeded when she curls around the corner and drifts herself into the big metal thing with him.]

[...Okay wait, hang on, back up.

Is that laughter? He doesn't remember anyone laughing at him--at least, not in this moment; there had been a lot of laughing and jokes afterward. Lifting his head and staring out to the end of the ship, Wash finds himself watching someone else float in after him. Very relaxed. Swimming, even.

And he recognizes that armour.]

What--

[Blinking rapidly, he stares at her for several long moments, mouth gaping in speechlessness. Nope this is just...really, really weird. And he is incredibly confused. His teammates have all seemed to freeze around him, but the ship is still moving through space, though with less urgency than before.

And still all he can manage to do is stare at her.]

What are you doing here?

[She shrugs, and lets her feet sink her to the bottom of his big metal ship.

She just swam here! A better question would be what Wash was doing here at the bottom of the ocean with--

There were a lot of other armoured friends with him! She noticed that swimming in, of course, but standing here, she couldn't resist looking at them and tilting her head, studying them. Their armour was all the same, but the colours were different! Some of them were pretty!

But she's stopped in front of the one holding the gun that dragged Wash in. Her head turns to him, and she - she covers her 'mouth', but it doesn't muffle her laughter any better than her helmet does.]

[Oh, a shrug, that's helpful. He huffs a little, just in minor frustration, mostly brought on by the fact that this is an incredibly embarrassing situation, and anyone seeing it is...well. The kind of thing he'd want to avoid.

...But she'd never been here when this happened, she's not even from his world, so... What exactly is going on here?

Scrambling to his feet finally, Wash shakes his head to clear it and steps away from the wall he'd been propped up against. A quick glance around at all of his friends, frozen in their positions and seeming eerily unresponsive, and he's even more confused. Though, the feeling is put to a halt when he hears her laughing, and looks over to see what it is she's laughing about.

Standing in front of Carolina, who's still holding the grapple gun, he understands instantly why she's laughing. And it causes him to flush a brilliant shade of pink beneath his helmet.]

That's-- That was-- [Man, how does he even make getting pulled into the ship by his balls sound remotely normal or good? Or even just a tiny bit less embarrassing?] ...I'm not the only one that's happened to, you know.

[BIG FAT LIE. But it makes him feel a little better about the whole thing.]

[She had no reason to doubt him, but it was still funny to look at. She snickers again and then tries to grab the cable-thing still hanging out of the gun. It's kind of weird how it doesn't behave like it's underwater even though they totally are. It moves a little more like it should, though, once she's got it in her hand.

She was going to maybe help Washington by trying to pull it free, but actually hold on, what's this thing made of? Is it metal? She didn't see a lot of guns that shot cables like that. Harpoon stuff, maybe, but nothing that grabs, just stuff that stabs.

(... She glances back at Washington, to double check real quick that this was in fact a grabbing thing because if it was the other thing she'd feel really bad for laughing - but okay no it's good, completely fine to laugh at that)=

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