Darkness Overspreading

[wizard_redfive]

Who: Dairine, you… and an uninvited guest
What: Nightmare sharing
When: Throughout the Nightmare Plot
Where: Dairine’s dreamscape
Rating: Umm… Teen for now. Might change it later.

Three true things await discovery,
Darkness overspreading,
A commorancy underground:
And the Moon is no dream—

Those who enter Dairine’s dream will find themselves on the dark side of the moon. Of course, unless they are well-versed in lunar surfaces, it’ll just look like grey, rocky terrain. Surprisingly, you can breathe just fine despite not having any protective suits. The air is chilly, but not the freezing cold that was normal in outer space.

Above you is a night sky unaltered by smog or atmosphere, the deep velvety darkness of space. Beautiful, isn’t it? However, those that look closely will begin to notice a patch of sky far darker than the rest. As you continue to watch, the darkness will spread out, blocking out stars and galaxies. Before long, whole sections of space appear to be swallowed up by a void of nothingness. Yet make no mistake, this darkness is not nothing. It stirs and heaves as if it were a living thing… or a bunch of little ones, like a giant mass of insects.

That darkness is alive. And somehow, you know it's not friendly.

((Sections: Dark Matter Aliens The Lone Power Other

Her dreams start out fairly tame, but then again so many nightmares do. Don't worry. Things will pick up soon enough.))

Comments

[squartatore]

[the pulsating darkness reminded Sayaka of many things, none which she cares to dwell on at the moment. Unconsciously running the fingers of her right hand over the ring on her left, she leaves, hoping the light marks an exit.

...this is definitely something different. A barrier? The..."people" don't appear to be hostile. Her guard remains up, but she considers the possibility that she may have arrived at a different world where such appearances are commonplace.

She notes how the staff member looks like, and goes off to find another for directions (or an explanation, an explanation would be good)]

[wizard_redfive]

[There are a number of different beings scattered around the terminal wearing similar outfits to that staff personnel. Seems this place employs a variety of species. Other creatures are walking around in silvery green clothing with small blue rods strapped to their sides… the alien equivalent to security guards. Maybe you could ask one of them for directions.

Or you could try the giant silvery-blue centipede typing behind the central desk. It-- he… looks official.]

[squartatore]

[it might be a bad idea to approach somebody carrying a weapon. The centipede...is intimidating, the way oversized bugs are, but seems like a safer choice]

Uh, 'scuse me.

[wizard_redfive]

[Aww... the security wouldn't shoot harmless travelers! It's bad for business.

The centipede looks up from what it was doing with several stalky eyes. It stares at her for a good long moment before speaking in a skritchy irritated voice.]

Yes?

[squartatore]

[must not...be freaked out by that stare...gonna take a breath before speaking again...

okay]

I came from over there. [pointing in the platform's direction (which would work better if it weren't blocked by other travellers milling about)] Where is this place, and how do I get out?

[wizard_redfive]

[Some of his eyes follow the direction where she points. The rest stay fixed on her.]

Oh, you're one of those. [He says crossly, muttering something about non-typical transits clogging up the works. But his grumpy mood won't stop him from answering a customer's questions.] This is the Crossings Hypergate Facility. Do you have your departure data?

[squartatore]

My what? [the name made zero sense either; she makes a mental note to ask in depth afterwards]

[wizard_redfive]

That would be a no, then. What are they teaching in these backwater solar systems?

[More annoyed grumbling, then he's back to forced politeness.] Departure data may be picked up at Stall 42. Now if you'll excuse me...

[Then the giant centipede pours itself out of the rack he was sitting in and scurries out of sight.]

[squartatore]

[wow. That was much less informative than expected.

She watches the centipede go until he disappears into the crowd, grunts in mild annoyance, then starts walking again. Stall 42, eh. Maybe she'll notice it along the way, or find a directory of the place]

[wizard_redfive]

[There are many stalls scattered along the room. Too many. Who's great idea was it to make a building the approximate size of New Jersey?! Still, they're in numerical order, so finding the right one shouldn't be too hard.

As Sayaka walks through the terminal, she might notice a group of aliens off to one side. They're an ugly bunch – brownish bipedal amphibians with big bug-eyes. A large group of them stand outside the main crowd, carrying big guns. They appear to be scanning the room for something.

Wait... didn't you already see the security guards? So who are these guys?]

[squartatore]

[at first, the group doesn't catch her attention, as all aliens (and their weird physiology, ugly or otherwise) are about the same to her. Top priority is still figuring out how she'll move on from here.

But they're not hard to miss, staying apart from the rest, so eventually she sends an extra glance or two their way, wondering what's up. Soldiers? Or are they waiting for someone? Are guns even allowed in this place?]