A Quiet Dream

[dreaminglynx]

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Prelude to Nightmares mayhaps

[alabaster_erudite]

It's been 17 days and 8 hours since the whole... fiasco with the Planet of Festivities. 14 days since he started observing his worsening insomnia. He was never a stranger to sleepless nights. His work never kept him longer than necessary, but it follows him home regardless, plaguing his thoughts. This night was no different. At least… That's what it should have been.

He should have known in hindsight that his dreams would not be the same after Penacony. The signs were all there: irritability, insomnia, prolonged exposure to memoria, once under the influence by the combined presence of an aeon and Stelleron phenomenon.

So when he finds himself lucid dreaming in the depths of Madame Herta's Space Station, he is still unimpressed by the state of the facilities even in his own cognition of it. Rather than wake up peeved and exhausted, he might as well just make this comfortable for himself if he's recognized he's dreaming.

Lo and behold, he is sitting comfortable in a porcelain bathtub with bubbles and warm but not scalding hot waters, feeling the migraine pounding at his temples melt away even in this dreamscape. Reading away in his codex with the last Candelagraphos joint publication in collaboration with some Doctors of Chaos on the affliction of Nihility printed on its interface. He seems rather unbothered and in element at the moment… In this… Dark and dreary and cold, abandoned research facility. A strange sight in all honesty.

Re: Prelude to Nightmares mayhaps

[dreaminglynx]

Lalli has the opposite of sleepless nights. Well, days. He works all throughout the night due to his job, so its times like these during the day, when he's asleep, that he wanders around in the vast dreamland. First from the grove, surrounded by water and making his way to the edge of his dreamscape. Then into the vast ocean expanse that represented the spirit world he inhabited.

He paused at the strange shift in the waters, something he hadn't seen before. If it was another Reynir- He took a deep breath, not exactly keen on the idea. The two of them were rather... opposites. Lalli didn't want to talk to that man much, but he kept following him anyway.

Well, at least checking it out now would at least not cause the same surprises Reynir brought.

The expanse melted away to show a stranger dream. One with bright lights that reminded him of the stations. Everything looked strange, from the expanse of the stars seeming closer than before (not that it could be right) but also the strange work of the buildings. It was like being in the Silent World while humans still resided there. In the end, he decided to walk through it, if just for a time. He would see himself out if there was anything particularly bothersome.

He stops short at the one thing he didn't expect. Horrors beyond his comprehension? A kade? Another annoying mage?

No, it was a man in a bathtub.

Lalli wasn't uncomfortable per say, he had been in plenty of sweat lodges himself. However.... to see a man just plainly in a strange weird white basin with a weird book? He scrunched up his nose. Yes, weird would be the word.

"What are you doing here?" He asks rather plainly, letting his expression mold into one that was equally weirded out and confused. "And in.... that? Do you just like baths?"

Lalli wasn't the keenest person with baths, but they were important. Still, very weird to dream about at the very least.

he's a little self absorbed and obtuse don't forgive him

[alabaster_erudite]

Veritas isn't a stranger to dialogues in his head. He in fact frequently employed their usage in both his classrooms — verbalizing the cerebration that should run through his student's mind if their brain was not addled with dullness expectantly — and for his own personal thoughts. But he's never had a voice that sounds like that even in the nonsensical quagmire of his dreams. And honestly, with a brazen question like that, he can't help but wonder if he's dreaming about his own students.

With that thought, he doesn't even bother looking up from his tome. "Have you considered that the answers to your questions are self evident to the sight before you?" His brows furrow in thought as he wonders why his own dream would ask him such an obvious question as if he isn't aware of the machinations of his own mind. Why here at the Herta Space Station eludes him but isn't relevant to the spirit of the question. And of course he likes baths.

"If anything a better question to ask is, what is your purpose here?" What sort of quandary could his brain be posing to him this time with this strange dialogue its started?

Re: he's a little self absorbed and obtuse don't forgive him

[dreaminglynx]

Lalli isn't used to.... such a person either. The fact this man simply didn't flinch at what was going on was surprising. Not that Lalli would've freaked out either as he was quite used to saunas with other men. That... was still different than bathing out in the open like this. He tilts his head at the man's lack of....reaction. If anything, Lalli's nose crinkles up when the man in front of him speaks.

The tone reminds him of his Grandmother's- pointed and harsh- while the words themselves are rather plain and simple. So Lalli decides to give an answer, "I've seen stranger dreams than a man in a bath. It's just weird to dream about it like it's normal!" At least saunas had some privacy, this man seemed to need absolutely none.

"I was just passing through," Lalli states with his own pointed tone. "I'm not used to....this." He waves his hand at the settings around him. Normally, Finnish mages can't enter other dreams without some level of agreeing to it. Perhaps this man simply didn't realize a mage wandered into his dreams...

He scowls. Ugh, this is feeling too much like what Reynir would do.

[alabaster_erudite]

His eccentricities have always been the topic of other people’s mouths. Another voice in the mixture is nothing new to him; however, it is rare for him to be responded to so frankly. His flaws tends to be spoken under hushed tones, behind closed doors, echoing in empty rooms and empty headed dissenters who have no interest in actually proving him wrong, only wallowing in their self dissatisfaction using him as an excuse to stagnate. Really, he would much rather hear a well constructed argument against him. But a plainspoken, candid retort is enough to draw his attention to the unfamiliar figure that stands before him in this dreamscape.

His eyes narrow in scrutiny as he fails to recognize a person or place of origin in Lalli’s appearance within his own memories. A complete and utter stranger. In his sanctuary. In the depths of his mind. What is the meaning of this? Minds are fickle things. Dreams even more so. But not so fickle as to meticulously craft a perfect stranger in front of him that he can’t pick apart.

“‘Passing through’, you say. And who or what are you then to intrude?” Perhaps, he’s on edge after the Planet of Festivities concluded the way it did. Or perhaps, he just can’t stomach the thought of having someone else take up space in mind without his knowledge or say so. Veritas does not take kindly to those who would pry upon his vulnerable mind. He measures his skepticism, near bordering on hostility, into a fine edge believing the unfamiliar figure to be a product of a potential Memosnatcher.

[dreaminglynx]

Lalli wasn't used to someone like this man. A mage, certainly. There was no other way to explain how he speaks. Lalli looks over the station one final time. Perhaps he works at those trains across the cityscapes across the Known World. There was a time where Lalli would've found that a probable answer if it wasn't for the fact he had been to one. It's too clean here.... too simple. It doesn't harbour the same annoying hustle and bustle, and the resulting rugged look, that the stations have.

Lalli scoffs and states, "I'm a mage of course. This really isn't- You should know all of this by now." He crosses his arms and grumbles something under his breath, calling this all 'stupid, stupid'. Really, for a man with such weird words, one would think he'd know mage basics since he was one. "Not many Finnish Mages do this, I'm surprised I can at all!"

He pauses and looks at the man again, "I was just.... looking for someone, that's all."