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Tweak says, "Let me rest in peace."

arrogant_black (arrogant_black) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-03-30 07:53:00

Entry tags:

ariadne, eames, regulus black

Who: Reg, Ariadne, Eames
What: Ariadne and Eames want to show Regulus what dreaming is all about
When: Backdated to last night
Where: the dreamspace
Rating/Warnings: Start with maybe some
Status: In progress, closed

Regulus wondered, as he lay in his bed attempting to drift off to sleep, if Ariadne and Eames would be able to catch him during a light doze. Regulus, like his brother, was not a heavy sleeper unless assisted by a potion or chemical. Even with all the fixing Juno had done he still had issues to figure out on his own - hence his agreeing to try this with Ariadne and Eames. And those issues still affected his sleeping habits somewhat, in that he was still a light sleeper.

But then Ariadne was the goddess of dreams right now, or something like that, and could probably get a carrot to dream at this point. Regulus had far more intelligence than a carrot, most days. If someone was going to make it work, it would be Ariadne.

He sighed and tossed from his side to his back, reminding himself that he was doing this so that he could one day have an unassisted descent night's sleep. He consentrated again on thinking about nothing, not Juno, nor being 'fixed', not his problems, not Eames' and vampires, just nothing. It was hard as he would manage it for a moment, then forget he was trying to think of nothing and then start thinking of something. He tried again, letting the weight of tired eyes seem soothing.

He didn't know when he started but he'd drifted off. And then he was almost dreaming, standing in a sitting room at Grimmauld Place, he dreamed of there a lot. It seemed like a dreary place to find oneself but not for him, because this sitting room was rarely used at home and in his mind no one would be there but him. It wasn't a train yard, nor his cousin Bella's home, nor the woods in northern England, nor a dank bedroom with a large stain on the rug. For him, amidst the old fabric, the dusty, ornate wood panels, dim light and stagnant smell of Black family heritage, this was peace.

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labyrinthine
2011-03-31 04:04 pm UTC (link)

"I'm already here," Ariadne said, stepping out from one of the shadows. She wore a dress that was rather in keeping with the atmosphere of the place, an ivory Victorian gown complete with bustle and a ruby brooch caught in the lace at her throat. "I can stay or go, it's up to you. And we can stay here or go somewhere more... cheerful." A breeze from nowhere stirred the dust in the room, the scent of amber and lavender wafting on the improbably fresh air.

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dream_bigger
2011-03-31 09:58 pm UTC (link)

"Maybe a bit overdone, yeah. Although I didn't pick my seat, Reg, I just found myself in it," he replied with a shrug. Nodding as he listened to Reg explain things, he paused for a moment when he realised that this was also Sirius's childhood home. Still, this was Reg's show, so any annoyance or thoughts of the older Black brother were firmly locked away and Eames continued to look round the room.

Reg's reaction to his appearance cheered him up quite a bit, and so he decided not to poke for anything more than "things are fine". Besides, Ariadne had shown up by that point, so he didn't get a chance to, anyway.

Eames picked up on the lavender and hid a smile, then raised an eyebrow when he actually saw what Ariadne was wearing. Glancing down at what he was wearing (dark jeans, a dark blue long-sleeved tee-shirt and his leather jacket - what he'd been wearing when he lay down on the bed to join everyone in the dream), he resigned himself to looking completely out of place and being unable to do anything about it. "Sweetheart, you're getting rid of any projections if we stay here, right? I can't dream up a weapon, so either you'll have to do it for me, or get rid of any need for one in the first place," he reminded Ariadne, then turned to Reg.

"A few basic rules, for any time you find yourself in the dreaming and not just now. And yes, I'm counting lucid dreams. Only try to change little things, if you have to change anything at all. Creating a cup of tea, conjuring up a hand-weapon or a packet of fags and a lighter. The more you poke at the fabric of the dream, the more likely it is that you'll be discovered," he said, counting things off on his fingers as he spoke, "and speaking of weapons, don't be afraid to use them against the projections if they do turn against you. They're only representations of your memories, not the actual memories themselves so you're not removing anything from your mind. If the projections do get a hold of you, they'll kill you and it will hurt unless they're quick about it, but you'll wake up and it'll be fine. I've been doing this for years, I've been killed in dreams countless times, and I'm perfectly sensible and sane and normal. No comments from either of you, thank you very much." He paused in his explanations and realised he'd been pacing slightly, and that he'd begun to lecture very slightly. Oops. "Have I missed anything out, love?"

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labyrinthine
2011-04-01 02:59 am UTC (link)

"I think you'll find something useful in your inside jacket pocket," Ariadne said lightly, patting Eames's arm. What he was feeling now was probably what she'd be feeling whenever this wore off. "And I think that was everything important, since I'm not planning on teaching you how to build anything this time," she said to Regulus. "I don't know if you could, really. But that's not important. Do you want to stay in Grimmauld Place or go on an adventure?" Of course, he'd supply the rest of the house if he chose to stay, but that was recreating from memory - but she hardly thought it likely that Regulus would lose track of reality. He didn't know them when he lived there, after all. And certainly he would never have had muggles in the house, particularly not ones that were so strangely dressed.

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arrogant_black
2011-04-01 03:45 am UTC (link)

Regulus glanced from one to the other while they explained the parameters of the dream. It all sounded easy enough, though he required some clarification on a few items.

"I don't want anyone killing my projections-" he held up his hand, "I know they aren't 'real', or whatever, but I have my own reasons for not wanting to. And I don't want either you doing it as well. So, Ariadne, if you can just keep them from showing up altogether that would probably be the best." There really was more to explain there, but Regulus wasn't too sure this was more than a one time thing, and why bother with explaining if this would never happen again?

"And... how do we stop dreaming, if say I want out? Other than that we should probably go somewhere else. She'll- I mean my mother will definitely turn up if we stay and she's an unattractive sort."

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labyrinthine
2011-04-01 11:27 am UTC (link)

Ariadne nodded, brushing a hand over the wall. "I can make sure they don't appear." It wasn't as if this was a PASIV dream with a subject and a dreamer and the subconscious brain's realization that it was being invaded. This was something else entirely, and she had complete control. "And if you want out, well, you wake up. You can do that by dying, or by falling, or I can just make you wake up. The last option is probably the gentlest."

She took hold of a handle that hadn't been there before, jutting out from the wall, and opened a door onto a forest. It looked tranquil and quiet, the noonday sun filtered through leaves into a green stillness and paths winding their way between the trees. "Why don't we start here?" Nothing too outlandish, but somewhere more calming and less burdened with memory.

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dream_bigger
2011-04-02 01:47 pm UTC (link)

Eames instinctively took a step back from the small pool of light where the sun was breaking through into the sitting room, then checked his pockets. His H&K was in the inside pocket, he was pleased to note, and then he realised what else Ariadne had given him. He pulled out his sunglasses and put them on, relaxing almost visibly as he did so.

"Is this based on anywhere in particular, or is it another fantasy-novel special?" he asked of Ariadne, smiling as he spoke. He was going to have to get Ariadne to take him on a proper tour of her version of the Dreaming soon. Once he was a bit more settled with everything Parker and Tesla had given him, he would do that. Taking a couple of steps towards the door, he held his hand out into the sunbeam and smiled a bit more when it didn't actually hurt.

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	labyrinthine 2011-04-02 05:37 pm UTC (link)
	Ariadne stepped out into the forest, now wearing her usual jeans and boots rather than the elaborate dress. "It's a bunch of places, really," she said over her shoulder. "Acadia National Park, mostly, but a lot of other things thrown in too." She turned to Regulus. "Do you like it?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

arrogant_black
2011-04-02 06:07 pm UTC (link)

Regulus checked himself before walking through the door. Thus far nothing horrible had happened, that he could tell. His mind still seemed intact and unbreeched, which was very heartening for him on this little adventure. He would probably do a similar mental check like this every step of the way, but would be rather typical of him.

"Um," he said as he stepped through and looked around. It was a forest, not terribly dense and it sounded very much like a forest with the birds chirping and the bugs buzzing. Regulus' clothes stayed the same, collared, button down, shirt and dark slacks. Stiff looking as always. Not idea for a hike through the woods but something he would be comfortable in in just about any setting. And this was a dream, he could tromp through the woods in polished shoes if he wanted to.

"It looks just like a forest," he stated, craning his head to look up for anything that might be above. Just tree line. "Are we going to have a picnic?"

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labyrinthine
2011-04-03 03:33 pm UTC (link)

"We can if you want," Ariadne answered, setting off on a path that sloped very gently downhill. "We could go exploring. There's a fairy ring somewhere, and I put in a treetop city for fun, but - how are you with heights? Or we can just go for a walk." She put her hair up in a loose bun, shrugging as she did so. "Or a picnic. Yes, you can eat in the dream." She'd done it in her first one, and remembered the buttery taste under the shattering-crisp glaze of the pastry she'd been eating. Funny how the mind filled in the details.

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