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[open] you were tearing up everything
CHARACTERS: Lexa!
WHERE: Lexa's mind, various splaces in the Station.
WHEN: After the fight with Ilde (whatever day that is) to before the next mission
SUMMARY: Dream-melding and the aftermath of that. Please see note at the bottom!
WARNINGS: Lexa comes from a society that I like to describe as "fond of the language of violence," so that is likely to come up in some of these threads. That said, without explicit provocation, she won't harm anyone while ... awake ...
dreams that bleed
[In the hours (and therefore days) that follow Lexa's altercation with Ilde, she finds herself weakened. Part of it is the call upon her power, as she still hesitates to do it even when training. Part of it is that Ilde had managed to exaggerate and emphasize her fears; she had found sore spots that were mere bruises and managed to dig her nails into them, turning her mind into a weakened place. She will pull it together. She will—but she hasn't yet.
After all, she is weakened. For as much as she's been trained to not rely upon others, she had begun to do just that before she arrived in the Station months ago. Now, she can feel the missing parts, and as much as the sensation irritates Lexa in her waking hours, it takes hold when she's less aware of what she's managing. It's then that she reaches out without realizing it.
a: for acquaintances For these individuals who might feel a sleeping Lexa brush over their minds, they will bear witness to a forest. As much as Lexa has mentioned an apocalyptic world, what they'll see isn't ... immediately that. There are tall trees and little signs of civilization. If anything, it looks like a world untouched by ruin. That is, until a spear comes out of nowhere, either slicing into the body of the "visiting" host—or coming very close to doing just that.
b: for students, and those who may hesitate to call themselves friends These individuals will find themselves as ones among many, perhaps even younger than they should be, sitting in rows upon rows of individuals in light armor. In the front, Lexa sits on a throne, dressed casually, with a warm smile upon her face. She asks: "What are the three pillars of being a Commander?" The answer (wisdom, compassion, and strength) may or may not be within reach.
c: for those she is closest with These few will find themselves in a room that contradicts itself, as it's a blend of her quarters in The Bearings (in an apartment building, and her room was altered to look like there were trees along the walls), her recreation room in Polis (where she has a large couch and coffee table procured from homes long forgotten; on the table sits a sketch book with a drawing of Lexa sleeping), and beneath the greenery on the walls, there's a metallic, stark-white appearance, not unlike the interior of the Station. Lexa rests on the couch sleeping.
Whichever path someone ends up on, two minds cannot meet without briefly becoming one. Things will change, as they do.
Few are able to control their dreams at will.]
the waking hours
[Some may not stay within Lexa's dreams for long, but still might be caught with a memory of it resurfacing during the day. Lexa is available at her usual haunts: the recreation room, where she sits silently; the training center, where she trains, trying to block out the minds and sounds around her; the library, where she goes to find a more organized collection.
She may even be passing some of her books from Concordia over, left for the next people to find. After all, she's finished them.
Just the same, Lexa is the type of person who will notice another in a room with her, and with proper provocation, she'll greet them. Thankfully, she doesn't need much to make it "proper."]
finding control
[Made aware of her shared dreams or not, Lexa will be aware of one thing: while her mental blocks grew in strength in Concordia, her ability to keep them fortified has weakened with the last sleeping broodmate. She supposes that she's only fortunate that she can manage it at all after her altercation with Kylo Ren. A weaker person might have given up then. She refuses to be weaker.
(Or weaker than she is.)
Just as she has haunts to read or observe, she takes up similar spots during high traffic hours in order to try to block out the surrounding and stirring minds via meditation. It will be difficult, but it will be obvious that this is a rather public training session.
Lexa hopes (or thinks) that her willingness to sit cross-legged in silence will be a show of strength. Still, she is expecting to be disturbed, and ... will likely allow it. Again, it doesn't take much to provoke a response from her, especially if she's meaning to find one in return.
(And to some degree: she is. Lexa doesn't meditate in public to do anything but draw some attention.)
[OOC: Hello! So, this is an experimental post on my part to play with dream bleeding. The first section is meant to play with minds sleeping and colliding, and maybe inserting some stuff into our characters' subconscious that doesn't belong there. This isn't meant to be a dreamscape thread where one person experiences another person's dream, but rather a dreammelding. I'm not sure if it'll work out!
Which is why there are options two and three! Option two is so that people can briefly have their character experience the bleeding of her dreams and maybe handle it when they're awake. Option three can also take the first two in mind and someone can go, wow, she's trying to fortify her mental walls because they sure are banged up! Or whatever. You can also ignore ignore the first two prompts and jump to the third. I'm down for whatever.
I'm also open to wildcard options and you can reply with prose or the brackety action text. I just wanted to try this! And if you have any questions, feel free to PM me.]
WHERE: Lexa's mind, various splaces in the Station.
WHEN: After the fight with Ilde (whatever day that is) to before the next mission
SUMMARY: Dream-melding and the aftermath of that. Please see note at the bottom!
WARNINGS: Lexa comes from a society that I like to describe as "fond of the language of violence," so that is likely to come up in some of these threads. That said, without explicit provocation, she won't harm anyone while ... awake ...
dreams that bleed
[In the hours (and therefore days) that follow Lexa's altercation with Ilde, she finds herself weakened. Part of it is the call upon her power, as she still hesitates to do it even when training. Part of it is that Ilde had managed to exaggerate and emphasize her fears; she had found sore spots that were mere bruises and managed to dig her nails into them, turning her mind into a weakened place. She will pull it together. She will—but she hasn't yet.
After all, she is weakened. For as much as she's been trained to not rely upon others, she had begun to do just that before she arrived in the Station months ago. Now, she can feel the missing parts, and as much as the sensation irritates Lexa in her waking hours, it takes hold when she's less aware of what she's managing. It's then that she reaches out without realizing it.
a: for acquaintances For these individuals who might feel a sleeping Lexa brush over their minds, they will bear witness to a forest. As much as Lexa has mentioned an apocalyptic world, what they'll see isn't ... immediately that. There are tall trees and little signs of civilization. If anything, it looks like a world untouched by ruin. That is, until a spear comes out of nowhere, either slicing into the body of the "visiting" host—or coming very close to doing just that.
b: for students, and those who may hesitate to call themselves friends These individuals will find themselves as ones among many, perhaps even younger than they should be, sitting in rows upon rows of individuals in light armor. In the front, Lexa sits on a throne, dressed casually, with a warm smile upon her face. She asks: "What are the three pillars of being a Commander?" The answer (wisdom, compassion, and strength) may or may not be within reach.
c: for those she is closest with These few will find themselves in a room that contradicts itself, as it's a blend of her quarters in The Bearings (in an apartment building, and her room was altered to look like there were trees along the walls), her recreation room in Polis (where she has a large couch and coffee table procured from homes long forgotten; on the table sits a sketch book with a drawing of Lexa sleeping), and beneath the greenery on the walls, there's a metallic, stark-white appearance, not unlike the interior of the Station. Lexa rests on the couch sleeping.
Whichever path someone ends up on, two minds cannot meet without briefly becoming one. Things will change, as they do.
Few are able to control their dreams at will.]
the waking hours
[Some may not stay within Lexa's dreams for long, but still might be caught with a memory of it resurfacing during the day. Lexa is available at her usual haunts: the recreation room, where she sits silently; the training center, where she trains, trying to block out the minds and sounds around her; the library, where she goes to find a more organized collection.
She may even be passing some of her books from Concordia over, left for the next people to find. After all, she's finished them.
Just the same, Lexa is the type of person who will notice another in a room with her, and with proper provocation, she'll greet them. Thankfully, she doesn't need much to make it "proper."]
finding control
[Made aware of her shared dreams or not, Lexa will be aware of one thing: while her mental blocks grew in strength in Concordia, her ability to keep them fortified has weakened with the last sleeping broodmate. She supposes that she's only fortunate that she can manage it at all after her altercation with Kylo Ren. A weaker person might have given up then. She refuses to be weaker.
(Or weaker than she is.)
Just as she has haunts to read or observe, she takes up similar spots during high traffic hours in order to try to block out the surrounding and stirring minds via meditation. It will be difficult, but it will be obvious that this is a rather public training session.
Lexa hopes (or thinks) that her willingness to sit cross-legged in silence will be a show of strength. Still, she is expecting to be disturbed, and ... will likely allow it. Again, it doesn't take much to provoke a response from her, especially if she's meaning to find one in return.
(And to some degree: she is. Lexa doesn't meditate in public to do anything but draw some attention.)
[OOC: Hello! So, this is an experimental post on my part to play with dream bleeding. The first section is meant to play with minds sleeping and colliding, and maybe inserting some stuff into our characters' subconscious that doesn't belong there. This isn't meant to be a dreamscape thread where one person experiences another person's dream, but rather a dreammelding. I'm not sure if it'll work out!
Which is why there are options two and three! Option two is so that people can briefly have their character experience the bleeding of her dreams and maybe handle it when they're awake. Option three can also take the first two in mind and someone can go, wow, she's trying to fortify her mental walls because they sure are banged up! Or whatever. You can also ignore ignore the first two prompts and jump to the third. I'm down for whatever.
I'm also open to wildcard options and you can reply with prose or the brackety action text. I just wanted to try this! And if you have any questions, feel free to PM me.]
dreams that bleed: a
Help me get him down!
[He shouts as he moves, no thought in following steps already set down in memory. The tree Jasper's tied to looms in the space that hadn't been there, moments before. The trap in the ground beneath it yawns, covering already broken by Clarke's weight, the spikes at the bottom glinting wet like teeth in the bright sunshine. Clarke and Bellamy stand the edge, motionless like spectres as they watch, as Murphy clambers up one side of the tree, knife already drawn to start sawing through the rope.]
no subject
(Her brain feels slightly detached, but in dreams, it's hard to put a finger on why.)
She moves swiftly around the trap to begin to help Murphy.]
There may be more that's coming, [she says.] They may want to stop all of us here.
no subject
[He responds immediately, with all the vicious arrogance he hasn't yet had bled out of him. Adrenaline at the prospect of violence is intoxicating, but something rings untrue, rings wrong, cries caution.]
We can get him back to the drop ship. [Assurance: to himself, or to her? A certainty strung through underneath, can because they do.] It's not that far.
[His knife saws through the ropes quicker than it should, Jasper's weight slumping forward.]
no subject
Still, you should give it to me. You're better suited to bringing him back.
no subject
Sure. My knife.
[Or Bellamy's gun, the idea of his and Clarke's presence still somewhere behind them. He flips the knife around his fingers, holds the so-called handle out to her. His initials, scratched into the inside, are clearer than maybe they should be.]
Careful. [Don't cut yourself is what would go next, but instead his smile just twists again. He doesn't care if she hurts herself.] I want it back.
no subject
I'll walk beside you. You carry and I'll keep an eye out. [The strategy comes quickly to her. Her mind tells her that this is a war, and reason doesn't fill in the blanks to tell her that she doesn't think it should be one, not if she's a part of the Sky People.]