((It has been awhile since I've role played; time to exercise these rusty fingers ouo))

Rules -This is Lit+, which means good sized posts. -No list-introductions, only paragraph ones please -Bring in your interesting characters! Alien, cat, demon, human; anyone! :3 -Except Gods. No gods/demi-gods/etc. Everyone is the same power level -No Mary/Gary sues; everything/one has faults -Pets/Companions are allowed -Keep violence/romance to a pg-13 grade -Just jump on in! :3

**This is a Sand-box based RP, where you may have any sort of character, with your own plot in mind. A 'main' plot for those who need help, is simply 'Dreamers-trying-to make-sense-of-the-world around them-+-find-their-way-home'.

The Dreaming; a realm which you visit with each sleep, with each nap, and create with every thought. Every existing creature in the universe flickers through at some point, painting the world however they see it and causing the realm to constantly shift around. It lasts only for minutes, before the dreamer is gone again and back to their regular day and life. Sometimes, when someone is sick or dies in their sleep, they can get stuck in the dreaming. Most get swept out again by the constant comings and goings of other dreamers, tumbling in other thoughts, consciousnesses and ideas before heading to their final destinations. Other times, there are those rare few who are either lucky (or un-lucky) get stuck for good. They gain a new life in a dimension where everything is different and constantly changing, including their minds, memories, and physical being.

The paintbrush was tapped against the smooth rock, the clinking in unison to the clicking of a boney finger tapping against the side of a skull. Empty eye sockets surveyed the written words carefully, exhaling a light cloud of smoke against the paper, causing the words to rapidly dry and shine. Leaning back to take a good look at the master piece, the dead dragons head moved up and around. From where the large scroll lay to about 20 meters out, pastel lavender grass was sprouting from the black earth. It moved liked grass, smelt faint of flowers, and was as soft as feathers, surrounding a black twisting tree that had actual feathers growing out of it instead of leaves. Eagle sized feathers. Those were written down on the scroll as well, as without skin on the boney hands, the dreamer couldn’t remember what the soft feeling was anymore, nor what ‘eagles’ were. Taking a moment to stretch, a pop and a rolling wave of soft crackles want along through the body, turning into a shudder before the boney hands clacked together, as though dusting them off.

Straightening the tan coat and coffee-brown under shirt, the (apparently) female un-dead stood atop the small hill, tail flicking side to side before bending low to roll up the hand painted map, adjusting her pant leggings leading into large buckled boots. Unwraveling the scroll horizontal, a huge map splayed out, Looking like layers and layers had been painted overtop of previous paintings. Different areas grew and shrank constantly, the outlines faint when put up towards the temporarily baby-blue sun, save for where she stood. This One spot, at the dead center of her map; where she figured she had first crossed over to this place, as it never changed and felt of home. Turning around to face south-east, she held the map chest level, gazing down as though there were eyes in her empty sockets, before rolling it up with a purpose, and began a brisk stride towards the blueish-tinged short grass and river that flowed away. (I'm playing my HA in this RP huehue :3)

Lain blinked once... twice... and a third time as she awoke, sitting on her rump in a small hill of dry sand surrounded by what she took to be an outdoor setting. There was a river to one side of her current position and off at a distance the girl could make out a tree with some sort of unusual black foliage; this struck her as odd, since her eyesight was normally very poor.

A number of other things were not quite right. One, she should have - by all logic - awoken in the four poster bed of her sickroom in the manor, where she had been confined since she, the youngest of her siblings, had finally succumbed to the Plague. She had been in a fever, parched and calling for water, when unconsciousness rolled over her and brought sleep.

Two; Lain found, upon inspecting her clothing, that she was no longer wearing a sour nightgown with sweat-soaked blue satin trim and blood stained ruffles. Instead a snug, starched crimson summer dress fit her torso smoothly to the waist where the skirt widened to rest coquettishly on a voluminous petticoat. Below her chin, amidst a mass of russet waves from her head, was tied a velvet ribbon in a seafaring type of blue. A lovely, yet practical white apron embellished with lace clashed with extremely unpractical red slippers and white gloves covering her slender arms down to equally diminutive fingertips.

And three, her skin was in a state of decomposition. At first Lain did not notice this, but as she rolled down one glove - to use as a signal for help, rescue, or at least a carriage ride - she saw grey, mottled flesh come away with the silk.

Lain began to scream.

(( I am pretty rusty too. Hopefully this whill suffice until the gears start to turn smooth again. My HA is my character also. Want to add a male personage also, presently. ))

((I'm not as verbose as either of you, but I might join in. I'll need to decide on a character if I do, but for now, I hope you don't mind my lurking!))

Ooc// love this idea! I've not done a group rp in a long time... Going to lurk while I decide on a character ^_^ just to clarify: are human characters fine, too? But they'll be in this dream world?

(( Yay! More peopleee! Must join! <pokes... pokepoke> Gosh the RP forums are so... quiet. It's kindof creepy. Edit: You still there ? ))

"....Today...mostly sunny with a ten percent chance of rain... I feel bad for the...that forget their frogs at home!"

The voice on the radio wasn't making sense and was quite garbled, but he hadn't noticed. When he wakes up, if he wakes up, he'll be wondering why the man in his dream thought that people needed frogs and what that had to do with the weather. But right now the nonsense wasn't so...nonsensical. He nodded in agreement. Yes, it would be a shame if people forgot their frogs at home.

He took a sip out of his coffee as he looked out the window. It was a bright, beautiful day. The city was bustling and...absurdly close to his humble adobe. He distantly thought that his house was in a strange place, seemingly placed right on top of the sidewalk. He hoped that it doesn't inconvenience anyone and thought nothing more about it. In fact, all the buildings were close together, barely leaving cracks between them.

Nobody else minded his house, thankfully. A man in a suit grinned wide at him and waved. Urim waved back when the man crossed the street. Must be heading to work.

He had an oddly familiar face. Urim tried to think of where he had seen him before as he watched others through the window. There wall kinds of people, in all different colors. He saw children with their parents, pointing at seemingly random things. He saw elderly people, walking with their canes and being helped across the street. Strangely, he couldn't make out any of their faces. He could see the patterns in their clothes more clearly than any of their features.

He furrowed his brow. A deep sense of wrong was creeping in the back of his mind. He took another sip of his coffee, tasting nothing. He looked at the red cup in his large blue hand.

He looked out again and was surprised to find someone he could clearly see. Despite this, they were further away than the crowd. They were a very thin, very sickly person with putrid green skin and big blue eyes. They stared straight at him.

Something in his mind clicked.

...Thummim?

Many different thoughts and memories crossed his mind. The world faded in and out but he didn't notice.

Thummim...doesn't make sense, there's people here. Life. There's life. Thummim...it's in the wasteland this isn't...can't be...could be? Where-

His house shook violently. He dropped his cup and caught sight of his arm. He saw the sleeve of a dark green, lead-lined suit. The very suit he's wearing in real life.

He opened his mouth and shouted. His screams were frustratedly quiet. What's going on?! Help! Thummim, help me!

He scrambled away from the table. He just barely noticed that the cup didn't create any shards, but a splatter. He can't hear anything except for a distant rumble.

The world was growing bright.

He slams open the door. The city has dissolved into chaos. He saw the very same people dash across the streets in a panic. He couldn't hear, but he somehow knew that there were screams there. Thummim stayed in the same place, staring with those sad blue eyes. The rumbling was deafening now. What ever it was, it was getting closer.

He watched, stunned as buildings and people were consumed in the light. He just barely saw objects being thrown back before the light got him too.

There was nothing but light and a ringing sound for what felt like several minutes. The first thing he noticed was a pounding headache. The next thing was that he was flat on his back. He blinked, trying to clear away the brightness.

What...happened? Where am I?

He turned his head to the side. This wasn't home, his real life home. Nor was this where he was. The fact that he could think those thoughts made him more confused and disorientated.

He tried to take in his surroundings through his headache. There was sand, that was the first thing he noticed. Not scorched earth, like he expected. Like what he was used to seeing. Then next thing he saw was a strange-looking tree with black leaves.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a feminine scream.

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It has been a while since I've role played too. My character is my pet, Urim, who's an alien on a post apocalyptic planet. For clarification, the explosion in his dream threw him into Lain's. He still doesn't know that he's asleep. I hope this intro works.

This is the idea behind his suit: http://blog.modernmechanix.com/radiation-proof-bike-suit/ )).

The girl stood abruptly, still making rather loud sounds of general panic, and started to step backwards in the sand, as if to back away from her outstretched arms. This, naturally, was impossible and Lain only tripped and fell back down into a sitting position again, sending up a puff of sand. The familiar sound of crinoline fabric crunching under her weight when she sat on her skirts was somewhat calming and the girl quieted.

Lain's mind desperately tried to make sense of the world around her while she stood again, more successfully this time, and began to make progress toward the bank of the river in two- and three-step increments. Perhaps the physicians had advised her family to send her away? Had she been kidnapped en route to... somewhere... beyond the confines of the manor? As Lain thought of home patchy, tough-looking scrub and wildflowers, the kind that thrive on windswept moors, began to break through the surface of the sand at her feet. She did not notice particularly, so intent was she on not noticing other things while she worked out her internal dialogue - namely her... skin problems.

Did she still have the Plague? Was she dying?

And, most troubling, this dress had been burned with all her other infected belongings, when she first took with fever weeks ago.

Her feet kept moving, taking her towards the riverbank, and then... well. Somewhere.

(( Might was well keep it moving just a smidgen, . Lain is ambling in Urim's direction. Also, I post at weird times because I am in Germany. So about 7 hours ahead of Central Time. ))

((OoC: O: I..actually wasn't expecting there to be anyone to be joining and went off for a bit;But since there's a bit of interest, lets see if we can get this rolling ouo

Lurk away! But feel free to jump in whenever you feel ready :3 Yeap; Human characters are fine :3 I just wanted to emphasis that this RP is open to Aaaaany characters. That aren't gods. ))

-This post' be edited in a minute here-

(( I was a little worried that this rp was abandoned. Did you edit your post or did I reply too soon?))

He rolled over and pushed himself off the ground. His movement was slow, agonizingly slow. Every second wasted could be a second too late.

"Hello?!" he rumbled, relieved that sound came out this time. It was still slightly muffled from the mask, but it was better than shouting silently.

He took some uneasy steps forward. The world spun. Getting up in such a hurry hadn't helped matters.

Despite the lights dancing in his eyes, he saw something just out of the corner of his eye. Someone in red and white clothing. They were heading in his direction.

He stood still then. Sudden movements were a death sentence when dealing with strangers. He had learned that the hard way. He quickly assessed her before deciding to do anything.

No apparent weapons. He always looked for that first. What they're wearing comes next, to check their armor situation. What she was wearing was definitely not armor. It was bright, clean, and flimsy. It was also strangely untouched by blood and grime.

The clothing doesn't look like anything he has seen before, yet it did make him think of a better time. A time that he has only seen in books and photographs. A time when lead-lined suits weren't the fashion de jour and when you could wear short sleeves with out thinking about the air killing you slowly.

The girl herself, though? He thought that there weren't anything left to gross him out. He has seen what radiation did, what being crushed by debris did, what crossing the wrong person did, but those people were dead. Seeing someone look like this, and alive, made his stomach lurch.

One of the good things about being so covered, is that no one can see you flinching.

Okay, so she had no weapons or armor. She was probably not a threat. Though she could be hiding a knfie somewhere...

Regardless, he carefully raised his hand in greeting.

"Hello?"

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Heh, I spent more time talking about your character's clothing than my own. :U ))

(( Cooool, . Wondering if I should post again or wait for ? ))

(( I think we should wait for Yang.))

(( Not abandoned, I just got busy all of a sudden, sorry for the disappearance for those few days there. Here for good this time, really x: ))

The short, blue grass acted like stiff cardboard, bending awkwardly as the lady walked across it, leaving dented boot prints in it for a short few seconds before the blades straightened themselves. The sound they gave off altered and changed. She didn't bother to look down (or at least, face down), as rocks started to form together from the grass and grow from the ground. Soon there was loud crunching as she walked along a smooth pebbled beach line, not a stalk of grass in sight. Her brisk walk slowed to a care-free slow walk, coming to a halt when she reached the river’s edge. It wasn’t so much a ‘river’ right now as it was a stream. Probably only Just out of reach of being able to hop across, maybe 3-4 meters across, but it looked only to be 5 inches deep, with the river bed a clean cut straight edge. Squatting down, she cautiously leaned forward slightly and looked into the water. Clean; sparkling. Suspicious. Standing up quickly, and straightening her thin ‘coat, she punted a pebble into it. Immediately it grew red and the water broiled around it, the bubbles spreading until the rock dissolved into nothing and the river looked calm once more. “Grand, grand.” The voice was surprisingly feminine and care-free sounding, smooth with only a faint dry echo, as though she hadn’t drank water in ages. Her stoic stance sagged and her hand went to her hip, looking to the other side of the river with a bummed out feel. It had been like this for days now, the river changing from water, to ice, to even purple Jello at one point, but always with a similar reaction to being disturbed. Disintegration or destruction of whatever disturbed is peaceful flow. She had wanted to find a caravan or town or something that might have more paintbrushes, as the last one she had was slowly getting worn out and she had already recorded what was happening in this area.

A scream. Head jerking up towards the horizon line, the river disappearing in a series of sudden twists and turns into the distance, a pair of figures moved. Slowly turning towards them, her head cocked to the side, body leaning to the right. Deft fingers unraveled the long parchment, empty gaze watching as she turned the map around, upright, side to side, diagonally; there it was! What had been sand dunes for only the last few hours, and what she had just finished added before becoming bored and adding more little ‘words of wisdom’ of sorts to the map. Looking at the map, above it, then back to it, it was clear; she had not added those figures. “Of course.” Heaving a sigh, she rolled the map back up, heading back north, the river just a few feet away. As she got closer, the sand franticly rolled and was buffeted around her feet and before her; then the next second; it froze in place, or began falling at the pace of it being in a vacuumed surrounding like area, like space. She was unaffected by the rolls of different waves of time, long since coming to understand how to ‘slip-by’ them, but nevertheless her own pace slowed slightly. Her body movements became a little stiff, as she watched the figures grow closer with warry. It was rare something ‘nightmarish’ or dangerous would pop up, but it had happened a number of times to prove it was better safe than sorry. As a final ‘wave’ of time went by though, the fuzz suddenly snapped to clarity and startled, she stopped in her tracks. A girl (a much... decomposed young lady) and a large man (or at least he had the shape of a man) in strange clothing, a short distance away from each over. She was still well over 100 yards away, and began walking towards them again. Dreamers! How exciting. It had been quite some time since she had seen dreamers. The last group she found she helped through a large backwards town before they went their separate ways. …And that fellow undead looked like she was headed straight for the river. “Hey... Hey wait a minute!” Walk turning into a jog, It slowed down again as it looked like the man had gotten the girls attention, and stalled her from heading towards the river. Letting out a breath she continued her walk, boots making little sound on the sand and loosing no traction, with the sand that Did fly from under her boot, melting into water as it hit the air. Stopping a short few feet away, her head cocked to the right for a few seconds, looking over the girl carefully. Then her head fell to the left, this time looking over the interesting hazmat-esque suited man. Straightening herself, The map crinkled as it was un-raveled, pulled out horizontal before she pulled out the paintbrush from her back pocket. The map stayed un-raveled and flattened horizontally, even with only one hand holding it open on the left side. Her right hand clicked faintly as she jotted down notes, glancing between the girl and the man every few seconds.

“Do either of you have names you can recall?”