Open - in your subconscious

[justice_from_above]

Who: Pharah and open
When: October
Where: Aboard the Moira
What: Dreamscapes and Waking Nightmares
Warnings:
N/A will add as necessary


Dream walking
Do you sleep?

Do you dream?

If so, you might have a visitor tonight. On top of her physical changes, wherein she is now as blue add her armor and also accented in gold, Pharah has found herself the recipient of some very interesting powers; dream walking. But as someone who hasn't grown up with them, or had any amount of training with them, they're a little out of control. If she had her say, she would stay out of people's heads, but as it is she finds herself - night after night - stumbling into other dreams, other nightmares. Mostly, she just watches, unable to leave, but if she encounters some nightmares? She will try to nudge them back into something happier (even if it means forgetting what transpired that night).


Sleep walking
Because her nights are now spent wandering through the nether sphere of people's subconscious, Pharah's daytime has become something of a struggle. Especially after those nights where she's pushed influence on a dream, she is exhausted when she wakes up and likely to be found dozing anywhere on the ship. In the mess hall, on the observation deck, working out in the cargo bay; anywhere she might pause for a couple moments too shut her eyes she risks giving in to a quick nap.

Comments

[wallride]

"Damn. You don't get a choice in any of that?"

It sounds awful. Lúcio gives Pharah's shoulder a sympathetic squeeze.

[justice_from_above]

"No, I don't. I feel there are some elements I could change but I don't have the experience to know how."

She felt like she was whining, since really - if a little sleep deprivation was all she had to deal with, it wasn't really that bad. She could have ended up a wolf, or floating pumpkin head, our any of the other dubious beings she had seen about the ship.

She reaches up to pat Lúcio's hand, thankful for the support. "I will manage. And what of you? How gave your new eyelids thrown your world upside down?"

[wallride]

"Ha! Not quite!"

He shuffles slightly to get a little more comfortable. This is happening they're gonna cuddle it's happening bro

"When did it start? Maybe see if anyone else is having the same problem?"

[justice_from_above]

She's not expecting cuddling, but after a moment of hesitation, she relaxes into it. She's too tired to fight something like this, and admittedly, it feels nice to lean on someone else the way she tries to support everyone else.

"With the transformation. I haven't talked to anyone else with the same ... ailment? Species?" Pharah sighs and shakes her head. "I've mostly been keeping to myself."

[wallride]

"I'm sure there's at least one other person who understands," he says, bopping her arm lightly. "There's always someone out there who can help. If all else fails, maybe you could try sleeping in the dream! Inception it up, girl!"

[justice_from_above]

She chuckles, "It's worth a shot, I guess." She glances over at him, a little thrown by the closeness but too prideful to back off. "What about you? Any other frog people around to compare notes?"

[wallride]

"One, so far. We talked about our hands."

Thane is lovely, honestly. Lúcio leans back at the glance, worried he might have overstepped a boundary. Or maybe it's just thre frog thing.

[justice_from_above]

She's just not used to letting people in close - as much literally as it is figuratively. She looks down at her hands for a moment, picking at the table top.

"Looks like they'd be good for swimming. Do they effect your music much?"

[wallride]

"Nah. We're all good. I haven't tried swimming! My informant said that wouldn't be a good idea. You know this species is from a desert? It's pretty interesting, all in all."

[justice_from_above]

"So, holding you up in the sand, then? Too bad we don't have any deserts for you."

She wondered what it would be like to experience the world as it was meant for each of these species, what were the Maleficus like? And Lúcio's deserts? Would 76 be more comfortable in woods filled with fellow wolf-people?

"What have you been up to?"

[wallride]

"I'm fine as I am. I think as long as it doesn't get too moist. Which shouldn't be too hard to avoid." For as long as this lasts, anyway. If. It has an end time.

"Just trying to learn how to use my new body, really. Have you seen anyone else that's changed?"

[justice_from_above]

"I have. I saw a giant wolf-man, thing. I think it was 76 but I am not one hundred percent certain."

She thinks about telling him about Reaper, but decides against it. That would mean admitting she'd been bested by him once again, and she doesn't want him to worry.

"Who have you met? I don't count."

[wallride]

"Just you and Dr Zeigler so far. It doesn't look like she's changed at all."

Lúcio hums thoughtfully.

"I might see if I can find Reinhardt or Zenyatta. I haven't heard from them and I'm not sure if they're okay or not."

[justice_from_above]

"Mm, yes. Let me know what you find. If they need help, I'm available."

She felt she knew something about Reinhardt, but she couldn't quite place it. Zenyatta, well ... he was new. From their world, yes, but like Lúcio she hadn't met him until she had fallen through the Ingress.

"What do you know of Zenyatta? Did you know him previously?"

[wallride]

"Absolutely nothing. I've heard of the Shambali but that's about it. You?"

A pause, while he re-arranges his position slightly.

"Also, I'm not asking you for nothin' until I know you've had a decent night's sleep."

[justice_from_above]

"Me either. A monk, though? Can never be a bad thing." Certainly there were more than a few people who could use a calming influence.

She frowns slightly at Lúcio's next comment; she couldn't say he was wrong. She wasn't any good to anyone if she were sleep deprived. She looks to the side, setting her elbow on the table and proping her head in her hand. "I can't say I blame you ... but I don't know when that will be."

[wallride]

"You should come check out one of my dreams. We could chill," he says with a grin. "All we can do is hope there's no-one anti-Omnic on board. That's the last thing he needs."

[justice_from_above]

"If there is any anti-omnics on this ship, they will have to deal with me." She fought Omnics, yes, but she also fought alongside them.

His offer catches her off guard, since it would definitely be putting her in a vulnerable position, but then again Lúcio helped save her life when he didn't know her at all, and here he is - extra eyelid and all - with a blanket. She could trust him.

Pharah lets out a breath she hadn't known she was holding in and nods. "That sounds like a good idea."

[wallride]

Lúcio is quietly relieved both when Pharah implies being pro-Omnic and says yes to his idea. He feels a little bad about warning Ratchet way back when they fist met, saying that she might be angry to see him when she woke up, but he knows it was a necessary precaution.

At least she's not like that.

"You and me both, captain," he says, settling down again. "You and me both."

[justice_from_above]

"Maybe, not here, though. If we're both going to actively sleeping, it should be somewhere safer. I should be glad you were the one that found me, and not Reaper."

She'd been trying not to doze off. Trying and, of course, failing, but doing so in public was not a decision she wanted to make.

[wallride]

Lúcio flinches slightly at the idea of Reaper finding Pharah with her guard down like this, especially considering what he did before.

"For sure. Where do you want to go?"

[justice_from_above]

She didn't mean to frighten you with that thought, Lúcio, but she should be more aware of it, especially when she's out of armor. She thinks for a moment about where they might be able to safely relax for a bit, but the only option that comes to mind are the rooms, with their doors and locks. So handy.

"My room, perhaps? We can lock the door, and then not have to worry about anyone." Sudden thought of her mother walking in on something like that, getting all the wrong ideas. It was just about as terrifying as the thought of Reaper.

[wallride]

He lets off a soft snort.

"Sure. I won't tell anyone." An awkward pause, then, "Lead the way."

[justice_from_above]

Pharah stands and folds the blanket, carrying it skiing over her arm. It isawkward. Maybe there's even awkward small talk. But the fact if the matter was she was tired, and the idea of getting to hang out in a chill dream was appealing.

Eventually they get to her room and she lets them in, closing and locking the door behind her.

"Well, this is it."

She may not have kept up with bounce a quarter off the bed-sheets of her military days, but she's kept her area clean and orderly. Her armor is carefully stacked up in the corner, the right jump jet showing signs of recent damage.

[wallride]

There is definitely awkward small talk. Lúcio is sure he's steamrolling a ton of boundaries right now.

"It's nice!" he says, electing to not point out the armour jump jet damage. He can't tell if it's recent or not, anyway. "About the same as mine, minus the screaming roomie."