thisavrou_log | Open - in your subconscious

Who: Pharah and open
When: October
Where: Aboard the Moira
What: Dreamscapes and Waking Nightmares
Warnings:
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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.

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"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."

"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."

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."

"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.

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?"

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.

He lets off a soft snort.

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

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.

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."

She's glad he doesn't ask about it, because if she would have known she was bringing friends over she would have at least tried to hide it.

She peaks her eyebrows at him at the mention of a screaming roomate. She had a roommate, somewhere ... but hadn't seen her in a while.

"Oh really? Well, you won't have to worry about them here." She pulls off her boots and sits on the bed, awkwardly, then stretches out and scoots towards the wall so there's room for Lúcio.

And if he were worried about steamrolling over her boundaries, he need not; she was perfectly capable of stepping back if something truly bothered her. She trusts Lúcio, and while it may be awkward as hell right now, she feels the possibility of a little actual rest and peace of mind is worth it.

"Oh, yeah. He's a bit fixated on the frog thing. Froglips, he likes to call me," Lúcio says, with a soft huff of a laugh.

"You sure you don't want me on the floor, or anything? I don't mind. People gotta have their space, y'know?"

"I've spent plenty of the letting my space over the years. If you'd prefer the floor, that's another story." He's under no obligation to join her, but she is making an attempt to be more open with people.

Lúcio shrugs, then rolls onto the bed with her, laying flat on his back. For a moment he's worried he just hit her in the face with his dreads, then remembered Drells are bald. Woops.

"Well, I ain't gonna say no when there's a bed!"

Awkwaaard.

There's no way this isn't awkward, but it could be worse. They're both fully clothed and sober, and they're both aware of the other's intentions.

Pharah settles herself with her back against the wall, stretched out with her arm tucked under her head. She lays in stillness for a couple moments, quietly assessing her own feelings, and then smiles softly at Lúcio.

"See you in dreamland."

She closes her eyes, makes minor adjustments to get comfortable, and then forces herself to relax in an attempt to fall asleep.

"Aye, aye, cap'n." Lúcio replies, rolling onto his side and curling up a little.

It doesn't take long for him to pass out.

It takes Pharah a little longer. There's a conscientiousness about it that's hard to shake, but with how easily he fell asleep and with how tired she's been, eventually she drifts off to the rhythmic sound of his breathing.

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