+ Let's go for a dreamwalk! + [OPEN PLOT CATCH-ALL]

[mviw]

Who: Everyone who wants to participate!
Where: The Mindscape (and elsewhere in reality, if specified)
When: September 6th through September 8th
Rating: PG-13 to R for potentially disturbing, violent, or dark subjects.
Summary: Thanks to an explosion on the third floor, every time a person falls asleep, they enter the Mindscape...

The Story:
Plot information is here!

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[nascensibility]

[It is more information than she ever desired to know about a group of people but the timeline is laid out so plainly, though the months flicker by with fragments of blurred people, rash arguments with an unwanted keeper, a family turning itself to monstrous creatures to prevent an accumulation of power.

At the cost of innocence, and humanity. To live as a parasite is not living at all, evidenced further by Dahlia's fetid, stolen existence utilising another as a host and employing fail-safes to prevent escape. It gives Evelyn an uncomfortable reminder of the visions she has had of her own distant past, a life that both does and does not belong to her. A person entrenched in the disappointing betrayal of her circumstances, watching helplessly as others are led astray and she remains.

Voiceless, after a fashion. It is not so dissimilar.

Hundreds of years of captivity and Evelyn knows that breaking a promise to oneself is heart-wrenching, but possible, unsurprised that Freya reaches out only to be burned and forced back into the box she tried to quit herself of this place. Having had her own child taken from her Evelyn feels the same agony keenly, desperation and anguish writ into every bone, and without thinking she feels her fingers close around an athamé from a nearby table as though it would help her rid this memory of the woman telling Freya she can never leave.]

[deathlessness]

Do you really think that would work?

[The voice comes from Dahlia, though not the one currently in the scene with Freya, but her demeanor and dress is different. Dressed in a way that normally falls in line with the normal twenty-first century style, she steps up behind Evelyn, hands clasped behind her back as she tips her head to the side.]

Do you think that you can truly save the princess from herself?

[nascensibility]

[Evelyn would be a liar if she stated that she wasn't incredibly startled by the appearance of someone - something - that recognises her presence as alien, foreign. Abnormal in the sense that it should not belong here. She wonders whether or not this is a defence mechanism manifesting itself as the primary perpetrator of Freya's pain, and turns quickly to face the offender.

She still grips the knife. It is a futile, small thing, but a part of her that is three-thousand years old and embittered gnashes its teeth at the thought of giving it up.]

Call it an impulse, rather than intent.

[deathlessness]

[There's a hum at that, more of an affirmation than anything else, but as she paces behind Evelyn the world fades again, and is replaced with the sounds of footsteps and a cold voice.]

Don't worry. As with every fairy tale, the Wicked Witch got her just desserts in the end.

[As the scene continues to play, the story naturally comes to an end, with the Mikaelson siblings standing triumphantly, together, and the two villains of their story turned to stone.]

But what they fail to tell you, in those precious little stories, is that the Wicked Witch never truly goes away.

[The apparition stalks forward to where the siblings stand, standing in front of Freya who looks past her as though she isn't even there.]

She always plants the seeds for a successor to come and take her place.

[nascensibility]

[That evil returns comes as no shock to Evelyn, who nine years ago was convinced that she had put Imhotep back in his grave for good. The stars had aligned, as it were, to bring him back from the prison that was the Duat, had awakened dreams in herself and in another, brought them together to tear them down again. To take her son.

She has no doubt that the stony visages before Freya's family are not the last word.]

Death is only the beginning,

[she says through grit teeth, fist tightening around the knife and then tightening around nothing, as it disappears from her grasp.]

[deathlessness]

Indeed it is.

[Dahlia turns to face her after a moment, her hands clasped behind her back. She tips her head to the side, regarding the other woman for a moment.]

As much as she tries to claim otherwise, Freya is my daughter, raised in my image. Try as she may to learn otherwise, you don't forget your instincts.