⚜ I • arrival

[valorized.livejournal.com]

[ Not much time has passed since he set out from the camp where his companions were. They were all people he had to turn away from again, venturing out on that long trek once more. The forest was unforgiving and he hadn’t slept in so long. He decided to take a rest once had reached the next village over in a small inn. He hadn’t seen a nice, clean bed in some time.

Lancelot doesn’t wake in that tiny inn room, but what he suspects is the foyer of a grand castle. He must seem completely out of place in its great hall, still covered in the dirt from his recent trek across the woods. He runs his hand through his hair and wanders further in before speaking out into the room. ]

Hello…is anyone there? If you’re those who took the lady captive, I owe you nothing. She’s been returned home and I have no quarrel with you.

[ People wanting revenge on his recent deeds is the only thing that makes sense, but his hand stays close to the sword at his side as he waits for a response. ]

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[lessthanstelar.livejournal.com]

Wait-- no...

No, no, no, wait...!!

[Hi guys. Having fun with the mass nightmare outbreak? Yeah, neither is Subaru. He doesn't scream or wake up crying, but draws in a sharp gasp as he wakes. A few seconds later, a stumbling noise thumps through the journal as he books it to the bathroom.

What's heard next seems to be a combination of coughing and sobbing; a little further away, but still pretty audible...]

one }

[ultimateteen.livejournal.com]

[Sheets rustle. Fitfully. A very familiar noise, considering what's been going on recently. A boy whimpers, muffed beneath the covers, and then--]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

[pant pant] Oh... good. The Dark Chef isn't really out to... wait, where— this isn't—

[disbelieving pause]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

[KERTHUMP-BUMP-BAM-CRASH-SCUFFLE.]

[ooc: Saffy is le tired and will resume tagging tomorrow morning.]

─ sixty-six

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

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[fiyapowaa.livejournal.com]

[The castle will be treated to the tail end of a Tamaranean SCREAM


And then there are quick, shuddering breaths, as the person tries to both realize she is no longer subject to the horror of what she experienced and regain her composure after her own nightmare but only manages to send herself headfirst into wracking sobs.]

X'Hal--H'Tal bkt'r ryrk dr'r...Y'tor...[The rest is incoherent, but quite clearly not of any language you may have heard before. It continues for several moments, broken by thick, wracking breaths as she tries not to regain herself and fails quite utterly.]

X'Hal. [A choked sound] X'Hal, not again. I am so sorry, but not again.

[OOC: /adds to dramatics shamelessly]

4 naughty words

[bitchinbeanie]

[Look! What's that on the wall of the castle, about five stories up? Is it a gargoyle? Is it a weird, grotesque, ugly new species of gecko? NO, IT'S DAMIAN'S UNFORTUNATE VICTIM!

Jan's just starting to wake up, and after a few puzzled blinks he'll start squirming. Oh, but hey, he's strung up by the wrists. That's very sad. Lend a hand? Pay no mind to the 'CRIMINALS BEWARE' spray painted across his body, this guy wouldn't hurt a fly! Unless the fly was a bitch and looked at him funny, then he'd probably fuck it up.]

...Fuckin' bald cuntrag. [he kind of sounds a lot less displeased about all this than he could.] I'm gonna skin him.

§ 4

[bobbyknowsbest.livejournal.com]

[by the time Bobby had made his way back to the clinic, both Sam and Dean had left. Before spending time like a damn fool calling out for them, he went and reread through the journal. Apparently, with Sam not really able to talk to him in the last week, it was easier to figure out what the hell was going on with them.

He found where Dean woke up since someone's journal was left open. He read about them blubbering to each other like little girls, and was grateful that whatever they had lived through "back home" didn't tear them apart like he had been watching slowly happen to them in the last few weeks where he was.

Things those boys had half talked about played in Bobby's head after the fifth shot of whiskey, and he could only think that they had been responsible for the nightmares he had that night.

Dreams of both his boys turning evil on him. Black eyes staring from both of them as they held him in some kind of rack. Demons. He wasn't sure if it was them being possessed, or just them becoming hellspawn themselves and losing their minds. Didn't matter though in the way they tore into his flesh until he was screaming in pain...

and then he sat up in bed and took a few deep breaths, running a hand along his jaw before cursing softly to himself.]

Damn shit's contagious.

-42

[enjoythe_ride]

Who: Bela Talbot and Eliot Spencer
What: Bela's having nightmares and Eliot's there for her.
When: The wee hours of Friday morning
Where: Leverage Tower
Rating: PG-13, a little language, but that's it.

( In which Bela deals with things she thought she put behind her )

#7 - tried to fly like The Bat

[holydamnitxmas.livejournal.com]

[he fell asleep at his worktable in the half-finished lab, again....]

( Cracktastic Nightmare To Follow )

[--- and then he REALLY wakes up with a flail, tumbling out of his chair to land on the floor with a caterwauling sort of scream.

once he's CERTAIN he's really awake this time, he'll sit there for a moment in silence, then sigh]

God dammit, I thought they'd go AWAY now that I was here.

❀ nine unicorn statues for my desk

[iamdamnloyal]

[watch out everyone, she's been thinking...]

Does anyone else miss their job? I mean, not like the actual work part because, [amused scoffing pffft-type noise here] who would miss that?

Just, like, the whole routine and break room and office gossip... that sort of thing?

[wistful sigh]

Sometimes, I miss the mail guy.

[then, because Harmony sometimes doesn't actually READ - she does now, out of boredom and adds in a little note, about fifteen minutes after her initial journal entry gets put into record]

Oh! And those dreams! Whoo... doozies, huh? [she hasn't had any, but she hates not being with the majority]

mission nine

[squirrelpatrol.livejournal.com]

( No one is safe from this plot, seriously.... )

[anyone wandering through the lobby will find Dug curled up on one of the rugs, whimpering and kicking in his sleep.

CONGRATULATIONS, BILLY & GLADOS. YOU MADE THE DOG SAD.]

Nine Frogs

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

[dictated]

At it again, messing with our minds and our sleep. Can't say I'm facing those night terrors, myself, but way it's spreading through the castle like wildfire it's only a matter of time. Shame, really. Bad enough, everyone else is startling awake in the night. I'll probably go ahead and make it even harder for you lot when my time comes to join in the fun. [heavy sigh]

All this worrying over it, though? It's going to come... no stopping that... so might as well just go about our business as best we can. Bound to be plenty of other problems to face, without focusing long and hard on this one.

[and, later, Puddle can be found taking his own advice. Or, trying at least. With Tex out of the duck pond, he's determined to get in a bit of peaceful fishing time.

He wasn't counting on the parrots being interested in his bait]

What? Get off of there... shoo.

[there's a loud screech in response] Horrible little beast... probably scare all the fish awa- gah! [cutting off as another lands on his hat, knocking the brim over his eyes] Off! Off I say!

[more screeching as the curious birds swarm around the yummy collection of bait, ignoring the Wiggle's flailing hands] Be gone, you terrors! Go! Get!

[ooc: open post is open. Feel free to help out a distressed Wiggle... or just point and laugh.]

Morpheus Has a Field Day

[waterproofed.livejournal.com]

..Huh. For once it's everyone else having the nightmares and I'm left out. Maybe because my dreams are normally so freaky?

Seems a lot of weird stuff's been going on in a short amount of time. I donno if it means anything but since whenever something happens people go "Castle did it!", I thought it was worth thinking about.

And how do you tell the difference between a castle thing and a crazy-person-in-the-castle thing?

≫ 004

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

[Today Yuki has decided to relocate to the front steps of the castle and read. God knows why she decided the change in scenery from the lobby to the outdoors was necessary, but there you go. She also has a stack of books with her, as opposed to just one. Strangely, none of them are sci-fi:

Malleus Maleficarum
Daemonolatreiae Libri Tres
The Paradox of Sleep
Sleep and Dreaming: Scientific Advances and Reconsiderations
The Interpretation of Dreams
Oneirocritica
Psychic Self-Defense
The Epic of Gilgamesh

And she's currently reading The Vampire, His Kith and Kin.

So that's books on demons, witches, vampires, the neurology behind and interpretation of dreams, Gilgamesh and... psychic attacks.

That's kind of unusual.]

ix

[alyingsmile.livejournal.com]

Everyone, everyone! I can put my pants back on!

• 007

[embattles.livejournal.com]

[There's an irritated sigh, and slightly uneven breathing as someone is all but dragging themselves up the stairs]

You know, living in a luxurious castle, complete with servants and being granted your every wish? The softest beds you could ever possibly have, enough shoes so you never have to wear the same pair, like...ever?

It's all supposed to make a girl feel like she's hit the jackpot and gotten her childhood dream of being just like a Princess. [And that's a childish sulk being added into her tone] And all I can think about is how there are too many stairs.

All you...Regular floor people have a free ride in an elevator. If the castle is going to be modernized, why can't it invest in an escalator for the towers? Just push a nifty little button and it'll change direction for you!

I work hard, and I deserve to be able to be lazy! [A huff as she pauses on the stairs and looks all the way back down] ...At least I can burn calories as I'm putting them on. A very good dietary plan. I'm thinking like, a nice mochachino or maybe an Rocky Road ice cream...

...Back down I go. [SOB HER LIFE IS SO HARD PEOPLE ;;]

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[ontheclockpro.livejournal.com]

( DREAM FILTER )

[OOC: Mod approved nightmare thread for Reno! The dream will continue on in the comments until he wakes up, so any of the characters that appear in this are NOT ACTUALLY THERE and NONE of the things that will happen in these comments will ACTUALLY happen beyond in Reno's dream nor will anyone but the ones recording the nightmare will be able to see it. As for people participating who I have talked to - backtagging is our friend since we're in no rush B) ]

047

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

[Charlie has escaped to the only cool place left in this summer heat: the Four Season’s Room. And once there, he built himself a snowman because that’s what you do when you’re in the snow and you’re trying to forget watching a little girl get swallowed up by a river in a dream that was far too real]

[But now that that’s done, he fidgets uselessly and sits a ways away from the little snowman. Eventually, he pulls out his journal if only so his hands have something to do and writes: ]

If anyone’s keeping track, you can count another bad dream… [He pauses. Victim, he supposes, but he hates to call himself a victim of anything, particularly something so insubstantial as dreams. So he’ll just… end it there, leaving the journal open and returning his attention to the gentle snowfall and the snowman’s tilted, black smile]

twelve; yotsuba & burds

[clovertails.livejournal.com]

[this little brat has been very quiet for the past while, what with all the scary stuff happening. but today, she's decided it's a safe and nice enough day to go out and do her "job".

she's sitting on the steps to the castle, wearing her favourite bucket hat, the journal open beside her. crayons and stickers and weird drawings are scattered every where, watch your step!

she rifles through her bag to pull out a container of seeds and dried fruit, then opens it up, pouring seeds into one hand and holding the container in the other. she stands up excitedly to spread her arms to the sky]

BIIIIIIRDIES! TIME TO EAT!

[a pause, and parrots come from all directions, then form into a big, terrifying cloud, squawking as they dive-bomb towards her...]

Forty

[why-born.livejournal.com]

[Wybie's in the game room, seeing if playing video games all night will help keep him awake. In his journal, he has sketched something that looks like a hand made out of needles as he dictates]

You know, my actual real life has given me enough nightmares to last until I'm a really, really neurotic thirty year old. The castle doesn't need to give me extra.

It's possible to stay awake for a week if you really try, right?

[[ooc: Let's just pretend this is posted at night]]

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[overninelives.livejournal.com]

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/spams comm with nightmares

[encryptedlock]

Who: York and Delta encryptedlock
What: York's nightmare
When: Forward-dated to tonight.
Where: His room
Rating: R for triggering material (suicide)

( Might not want to read this, it's sad )

the ultimate showdown...?

[holydamnitxmas.livejournal.com]

Who: Dr. Venture, Jan Valentine, Ash Williams, and Mat Cauthon
What: Bodyguard Auditions
When: Backdated to Tuesday @ 8 PM
Where: The Seasons Room
Rating: R for Jan's mouth, if nothing else

( Read more... )

((OOC: Tag order will be first-come-first-serve, followed by Rusty. HAVE AT, kids.))

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[payback.livejournal.com]

Who: Asano Rin cutest_avenger
What: Nightmare time!
When: Late last... early morning-night.
Where: Rin's room!
Rating: M; references to rape (not Rin's! and vague).

( → )

in progress//closed

[doyuulikeme.livejournal.com]

Who: Alma Karma [doyuulikeme & Kanda Yuu [madetobe ]
What: Nightmares! Alma has one and the roles are reversed between friends.
When: Tonight.
Where: Their room.
Rating: PG-13 and spoilers for DGM.

( "Yuu..." )



fourteen dreams

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[night was barely falling, and yet some of them were already going to sleep. immediately, his headache begins to get worse]

They're so loud. ...Why are they so loud?

[sitting at the cafe, he is distracted enough that he'd let the townfolks get close. One of them even comes up to him, realizing that he hadn't paid for his food]

Excuse me, sir--

[with an annoyed wave of Legato's hand, the man--and several others in the near vicinity--drop motionless to the ground.]

[a deep, slow breath]

...Mm. I believe I need more sleep.


(ooc: dated to just after sunset)

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[payback.livejournal.com]

[For a long time, after she wakes up from a nightmare she hasn't had in a while - at least not so badly - Rin just breathes. She's sweating, her light sleeping robe sticking to her skin, and her room is uncomfortably warm. Her heart is beating so hard... it's nearly hard to breathe.

Tad whines, when she gets up. Opening the window doesn't help, but it feels good to look out at the grounds and remember where she is. Most of the castle is sleeping. It's still dark, still night out.

She feels sick. Her throat hurts. There's no desire to go back to sleep, after that.

Eventually she changes her robe for another and comes back to lie down on top of the comforter, calling Tad over so she can curl up against his back, and just pages through her journal for a while, listening to the other people who are awake and speaking, even at this hour.

That's right, it's Paradisa, isn't it? There's always somebody out there. Not always someone you want... but always somebody.

Eventually, she does dictate, in a quiet, rather tired voice, because right now she wants somebody and is not feeling too selective.]

...You know. This nightmare thing? This nightmaredemic? It could be worse. I wonder how many of us dreaming now remember it... but the castle did this thing where dreams were physical for a while. For a week, or so, I think. Typical castle change. Now imagine what that could be like.

It really could be worse.

// thirteenth //

[purely-sin.livejournal.com]

[Accidentally dictated;]

[It's a jolt when he wakes up, a couple of hours past midnight, and like the others, the signs of the nightmare are probably very much recognizable by now to any castle residents listening: The a sharp intake of breath, the sounds that are almost like a struggle. He sits up in bed abruptly, shouting:]

Stop! D--!

[He's angry, defiant. How dare--

But no; a moment later, he's cutting himself off, looking down, biting back a soft hiss. Despite himself, his voice is shakier than Kamui realizes.]

Fuck.

Not- playing any games, are we?

Terrible Nightmare Time

[quite-dubius.livejournal.com]

[Utagai-san tossed and turned in his sleep, as if he is having a terrible nightmare. He also seemed to be mumbling nonsense as well.]

( Nightmare ahead )

[Utagai-san screamed in horror as he shot up from bed. His face was as white as a sheet and he was covered with cold sweat.]

Night 017;

[wiseassly.livejournal.com]

...This nightmare thing is really getting out of hand. I'm not having any of my own and I'm getting woken up by them. Having to watch all of yours is becoming really annoying.


And some of you are really messed up.