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[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

[ooc: So okay. Dream sequence post! If you want your pup to have a wacky dream sequence involving meeting Intuition, tag away! If you want more information about what the heck I'm talking about, ping at pythianhabenero!]

Intuition is dreaming.

For the first time since becoming human, she's dreaming as herself, properly abstract - drifting through the fantastic realms of the human subconscious, brushing up against a thought here, touching down in a familiarly unfamiliar landscape there.

Perhaps the next dream she touches will be yours.

Perhaps it won't.

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[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Ruth Hollins is dreaming. And her threads are rarely PG rated. But then, neither is her life.

She's on a ship at sea. The Alethea in everything but name, where they're in the middle of a pitched battle.

Every single face is someone Ruth recognises. Her crewmates, certainly, but a wide selection of women as well, dying apparently at random.

Ruth herself, dressed in a long flowing dress, is standing central to the main deck, the weapons in her hands constantly changing while no one comes close enough for her to use it.

At this second she's brandishing a stem rose.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

This face isn't someone she recognizes.

It's someone familiar, but that's not the same thing.

Intuition peers around the ship curiously. It's a good ship. It likes her. (All things do.)

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Brythons aren't a religious bunch, all told. The Truth is the Truth, and some like to ascribe emotions and a purpose to it. Those are not people Jack calls his own.

But this girl right here? She's the closest thing he's seen to a god.

He blinks and then he's at her side, reaching gingerly for her hair.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

She smiles, pleased to meet him(her).

"Hello," she says, and whether the name that comes after is Ruth or Jack is entirely unclear.

No need to introduce herself. She's Intuition. Ruth(jack) will know.

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Ruth isn't always sure about that herself.

"Hello to you," she says, and smiles her sweetest, most honest smile.

It's her dreamscape, she can't lie to herself, except where she's not sure of the truth.

"Aren't you the pretty one?"

[npwa.livejournal.com]

Len fell asleep in a makeshift cave.

(It was really a collapsed building.)

Now, in her mind, the same landscape takes shape around her -- barren, gray, empty, dead.

She reaches out to touch a broken wall, but her hand goes right through it.

She thinks she's dead, too.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

Also, there's a girl there full of rainbows, smiling.

Intuition says hello. She just doesn't bother with the out-loud part.

[npwa.livejournal.com]

"I can't remember the last time I saw a rainbow," she says, heart lifting at the sight of the girl.

She can feel the warmth her own blood. It's still flowing through her veins, she's not --

"Never had the chance to look up."

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

"My rainbows are more sideways than usual," says Intuition with the echo of repetitive phrasing.

"It's nice to meet you, Lenore."

[wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com]

They were going east with Parker and Phoebe. Then there were lights and sounds. Now Bridgette is all alone, with no time to be sad or worried for people she can't find.

She stayed awake long enough to see her sister Marie fall asleep. She told herself she'd stay awake and watch her and chase the nightmares away.

She didn't.

--

Bridgette is in her bed (she always gets the top bunk), with all her dolls next to her - even the ones she gave away last year to give the poor kids a happy Christmas, even the stuffed bunny she reluctantly donated to Marie when she was born.

"Bridge," Ariel says, and Bridge looks down to see her sister where she hadn't been before. "C'mere. We're going to look for treasure."

Ariel is beside her on the top bunk without having climbed the ladder. Bridgette obediently sits on her older sister's lap, though in real life she never would. A map is laid out by hands (Ariel's?) in front of them. On the map is a big X, gleaming red like blood.

"That's where the treasure is, Bridge. X marks the spot." Even in a dream, Bridge feels offended that Ariel thinks she needs to be told that.

"You have to remember the way, Bridge. It's really important. Follow the yellow line."

"I want sapphire slippers. Not ruby. Rubies are dumb." It's only then that Bridgette remembers the movie she knows that from. She opens her mouth to ask for a pet lion.

"Bridge," Ariel corrects, more gently than Ariel ever would. "Look at the map. Remember the way."

Bridgette sighs heavily and studies the map.

"Got it," she says eventually, looking around for Ariel.

Ariel is gone. Bridgette sits on her bed, alone except for her toys. The room is dark - she can't read the map anymore. It's time for bed.

Mommy would've put the nightlight on if Mommy were here.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

Mommy isn't.

Nor is the nightlight.

What's there is a marble - a shining little marble, sitting on her bedspread.

It has the ocean (http://community.livejournal.com/shatterverse/8965.html?thread=731397#t731397) in it.

[wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com]

It's hard to feel sad for too long in a dream. (In these dreams. Not the nightmares.)

Bridgette leans over, eyes going wide as she looks into the marble. Her dream-self doesn't need to breathe - doesn't need to blink - so she doesn't.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

On the ocean there's a ship.

On the ship there is a glint - a glimmer -

A rainbow, you might say.

When she looks up, the same rainbow is standing in her room, blinking at her.

[not-a-dragon.livejournal.com]

Long doesn't dream like humans do. Some things are two-dimensional, and some things are three-dimensional, and some things are vaster, up and up to thirteen dimensions. It's a labyrinth of many levels, ever-changing, with only one real constant.

When Long dreams, he doesn't appear as he is in life, bound in some ridiculously frail, stupid human body. Long curls around the labyrinth as he is truly, one great and glowing serpentine dragon, bright blue but glittering with silvers, greens and violets. The walls of the maze aren't obstacles for him: He slides through them as if they were water.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

Intuition doesn't know whose dream this is, but she likes it already. The settings are beautiful, and the intricate dimensional complexity is a thing she finds entrancing.

For some reason, however, she doesn't feel comfortable appearing as herself here. Instead, she finds herself hovering gently in the body of a simple hummingbird (http://community.livejournal.com/shatterverse/8965.html?thread=762885#t762885), green and red and blue and gold.

[not-a-dragon.livejournal.com]

Long knows every part of this dream, and he can smell something that isn't meant to be there. The dragon curls around until its face is level with the hummingbird.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

That's not at issue. It's his dream, his space. She is, perhaps, less welcome here than she would be in the dream of a human, but she is still Intuition, and therefore a part of every dream whether she appears there or not.



He didn't answer when he was awake. Perhaps he'll speak more clearly now, in this unreal realm. The hummingbird (whose blurred, bright wings are shrouded for a moment in rainbows) doesn't know. She waits patiently for an answer, or the lack of one.

[notmostpeople.livejournal.com]

When dreaming, Gabriel tends towards extremes.

Tonight, he's huge.

Huge and helpless, because although he's in the shop with planet Earth neatly dissected and spread and pinned like a dead butterfly to be inspected under magnifying glasses the size of continents -- he can't find a path back to Intuition. Not one. Not anywhere.

In this instance, the lack of pathways represents brokenness -- because how can a world without them be right and whole? -- and the fact that he can't fix it is... well. It seems that it's possible, in a dream, to be tiny at the same time as large. At least, Gabriel's managing it.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

--And with an abrupt shift in the nature of dream-reality, she's there. Not physically, no, nor consciously - but the Earth and the stars and the universe itself are abruptly influeenced, in the way that her city was, by the fact of her comforting presence.

After a moment of this, it/they/she speaks.



She's been wandering dreams for a long time.

[notmostpeople.livejournal.com]

If Gabriel had had the kind of childhood where you come in out of a snowstorm to toasty blankets and hot chocolate, he would have an appropriate metaphor for how Inty's arrival feels. As it is, he lets out a long breath, a tension at the edge of notice unspooling.

Delight delight.

But also concern.

"I-- I'm here, I'll always be here." He looks up and around, trying to find something to comfort, but it's like trying to look at God.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

She's there - she's everywhere - and she loves him, and the fact that he wants to comfort her is enough.

Somehow Inty manages to make appearing out of thin air graceful and subtle and gradual; in the next moment, there she is, hugging him and snuggling her head into his chest, both of them larger than worlds.

she says, because with Gabriel here she can be everywhere and herself at the same time, and she doesn't want to lift her head from snuggling to speak with vocal words.

The shared feeling/image of Jack(Ruth) is complex: that talent, shining brightly, connecting him(her) to Intuition's very nature - but as a matter of course, the comparison along with it. Truth is a large part of Intuition, and the reading of it moreso, but it is not all of her. Gabriel's place as part of her is secure. He's still the only one who sees as she does, and the only one she can share these impressions with so deeply.

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

Chloe is dreaming. She's not sure she understands the dream, but it's a dream nonetheless.

There are newspapers flying around the basement room in the Planet. Newspapers that are, specifically, attempting to cloth a rather naked Clark. Meanwhile, Chloe is just sitting at her desk, feet up, and an amused smirk on her face.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

She might notice the subtle change in the texture of the atmosphere, or she might not.

Either way, there's a presence here that wasn't before, bound up in the shadows on the walls and the pattern of clutter on desks, in the very essence of the dream's reality.

...A presence who is studiously avoiding taking any notice of naked Clark. She lives in his house. There are some things Inty just doesn't want to know about the man. (And, perhaps because of her arrival, perhaps by coincidence, Chloe's dream is correct about him in every detail.)

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

There is something off in the dream. She realises it while laughing at Clark's battle with the newspapers. He seems rather desperate to win. And why not? They are, after all, the only things keeping Clark from getting to Chloe.

But at the subtle changes, she does look around. Not finding anything all that noticeable, she goes back to watching the show.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

Ordinarily, Intuition would have no trouble appearing as herself in such a dream.

Now, however... apparently humanity has its disadvantages, because she's reluctant to so much as let her presence go near him. Which is difficult, as technically she is him, along with everything else in this dream that isn't Chloe.




It's possible the walls are blushing.