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thisavrou_log2016-10-20 07:20 am
justice_from_above) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-10-20 07:20 am
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Open - in your subconscious
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.
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.
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"Sure. I won't tell anyone." An awkward pause, then, "Lead the way."
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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.
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"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."
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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.
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"You sure you don't want me on the floor, or anything? I don't mind. People gotta have their space, y'know?"
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"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.
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"Well, I ain't gonna say no when there's a bed!"
Awkwaaard.
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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.
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It doesn't take long for him to pass out.
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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.