MarinaNova Asylum

Dream 1

[There's a gang of clowns approaching. They're more distorted than Terry remembers, with fangs and claws and various other nasty things. He doesn't let that deter him, charging into them and firing off a series of punches. One of them stops to engage him, but the others keep charging forward.]

Dream 2

[Terry and any unlucky companions will find themselves stuck in a relatively normal-looking high school. He's chosen a seat at a desk in the back, trying his best to pay attention despite the fact that he can hardly understand what his teacher is saying. As she talks, her words become less and less comprehensible. By the time she calls on him he can't make out a single word.

He looks around the room, searching for anyone who can help him.]

[Scenario 1]

[Kitty is on Patrol around the dome. Does she catch you doing something wrong? Are you in need of help? The DF is here to save the day! Or, at least, Kitty is!]

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[Scenario 2]

[Bayville High. The principal has given the X-kids detention when all they did was stop the Brotherhood from causing more trouble. Kitty is frustrated because it ruins her perfect record. Breakfast Club, anyone?]

[Scenario 1]

[Piper was home. Home was a Victorian style manor in San Francisco. It wasn't huge, but it had two main floors, an attic, and a basement. There was a decent garden out back that her husband mostly took care of, but she helped. Her sisters lived with her, too, Paige recently having decided to join them... especially after her apartment had been burnt up by her evil enchantress past life. She stood in the kitchen, inhaling the aroma of something good. She'd been cooking. And she looked content...]

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[Scenario 2]

[Piper was trapped. It looked and felt like a more traditional jail cell, but nothing other than empty darkness was visible beyond the bars. She was calling for Leo. She couldn't use her powers. She had no potions. She couldn't even get a good spell to work. She resorted to banging on the bars and yelling randomly for help.]

[Scenario 1]

[A bunch of little kids, couldn't be much older than kindergartners, were running about in an abandoned park. They all looked a little raggy... unwashed, baggy old clothes, unkempt. But none of them seemed to care. The city around them looked run down and partially abandoned. The park was rusted and unmaintained. In fact, the gate was locked. They had to have climbed the fence to get in. Half the swings were missing, and one of the seesaws was broken. But they played all the same...]

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[Scenario 2]

[Duo was running. It was dark, and the shape behind him was hard to see. But, he was clearly afraid of it and trying to get away. Despite running his hardest, it felt like he wasn't getting anywhere. Nothing around him was changing. Murky shapes in the shadows... people, buildings, vehicles, giant robots... some were whole, some were damaged... all were accusing him.]

[Scenario 1]

[Tieria was piloting something. The inside of the cockpit was all that was visible at the moment. However, the viewscreens showed a fierce battle outside. There were several large robots, and they were fighting off these strange silver bullet / funnel like objects. The objects were fast, and fired off beams of destructive energy. They seemed drawn to two robots in particular. Tieria muttered something to himself about how it wasn't working. One of the robots was becoming engulfed as the silver objects latched on and appeared to melt around it.

The view on the screen shifted as Tieria forced his vehicle down. He yelled out a name, and his eyes began to glow with a golden prismatic light.]

I have quantum brainwaves, too!

[He began to lure some of the objects away from the other three robots, using his beam guns to take them out. In the distance, a fourth robot had appeared and was pulling the cockpit out of the heavily assimilated. As soon as it touched the silver bits, Tieria winced. A strange sound, a whistling or screaming, filled his head, and he felt like his brain was going to burst. It was a distraction, and he faltered in his piloting. The objects chasing him latched on to his machine, and shards of metallic crystal began to pierce the cockpit around him.]

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[Scenario 2]

[He was alone, but he wasn't. Floating in a void of numbers and data, swirling lights pulsing and representing information and people... faces... everything moving at what seemed like impossible speeds, but yet still understandable. He had his eyes closed, floating prone in the center. The faces came and went, each meaning something to him. People from home, people who had been in the prison, people he had met for the first time in the prison... all of whom he could no longer see. He was alone.]