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[ There's a great deal of fumbling, some sniffing and protests of 'no, Monoe! Don't chew it!' before Madotsuki starts speaking. She sounds a little nervous and very confused but she's certainly a lot calmer than she was in her previous broadcast. ]

Um-- good morning, everyone? I just wanted to know-- did that happen for everyone? The weird dreams... [ She trails off, as if re-considering her words, then continues. ] Did everyone have someone else's dreams this week as well?

Um, sorry. I'm not making any sense.

Is... is anyone in Nimbasa? I stayed here for a couple of days but I don't know where to go. Can anyone-- does anyone know what I can do next?

shuutaa

[ play.

it feels too real to be a dream.

in fact, it isn't. these are memories; real events that happened in the past. real events that she forgot all about up until now.

rock's body shivers, and she side steps to avoid being hit by embers; there's a fire growing, circling her and trapping her inside.

her face contorts into an expression showing confusion. fear.

and she swears, she can hear the word disappear resonating in her ears, it echoes and it takes over her mind.

her legs bend and she ends up squatting, arms curled around her legs and her face pressed against the fabric of her cloak.

she sobs as quietly as she can. hopefully no one comes around. ]

overbite

( Cut for light Homestuck spoilers? Also epilepsy warning on the second link! )

natsumetakashi

It was the middle of the night and Takashi had gone to a Pokemon center to sleep. (Where else was he going to go? He was too afraid to sleep outside by himself.) Something had roused him and he yawned sleepily, rubbing his eyes. His Munna was curled up next to him, but his Meowth was awake, staring at him.

"What's the matter?" He asked the cat-Pokemon, reaching out to pet him. When suddenly he noticed his hand was...sprouting fur. And shrinking fast. He screamed in surprise and held the paw up to his face, staring at it. "Wh-what is this?!" But that's not all that he had to worry about. His entire body was shrinking and he had to fight his way out of his now-too-big shirt to see what was going on. "M-meowth?" His cat ears poked out of the top of his collar, followed by the rest of his head. He slipped his body out the rest of the way and looked down at himself. Yep, he was a Pokemon all right. More specifically, a Meowth.

"Oh good, I was waiting for you to transform!" His Meowth spoke suddenly, causing him to jump. When had that Pokemon learned to speak?! "Now we can have some real fun! We only have two hours though! Follow me!" With that, he ran out of the Pokemon center. "Ah, wait!" Takashi tried to follow after the Pokemon by running on two legs, but fell flat on his face.

Current Mood: confused

negotiators

[He was beginning to wonder if this was a prank of Kaname Madoka's.]

[But it was an unlikely possibility to begin with. Madoka had saved him; Madoka, therefore, probably did not hold grudge or hatred towards him, and such emotion would obviously not manifest itself in the form of sending Kyuubey to such an absolutely ridiculous universe anyway. Pokemon? Stuck until the 'Entralink' was fixed? It would have been easier to believe if the old man had simply said "you're here because you deserve to rot in hell for betraying and deceiving us" - not that Kyuubey agreed - but this was no hell, at least according to the human definition of hell. This was more like limbo. Was he supposed to redeem himself now? Adjust to human living? Impossible. Preposterous, even, particularly in an environment where he was supposed to adhere to rules he had not encountered previously. And the lifeform he was given - was he supposed to be responsible for it? Care for it? There was no apparent purpose for doing so; better to return it whence it came. The situation was expecting too much of him. He had never attempted to grant a wish that was impossible without the power to make the impossible possible - but that seemed to be what the world was demanding of him. But more importantly, Kyuubey had been forgiven; Kyuubey had been saved.]

[So the only conclusion to be made was that this was not Madoka's work.]

[Which meant that this world operated on a different set of rules entirely, and the most logical course of action would have been to explore those rules... but in the midst of that thinking, he stumbled into his own dream.]

[A barren landscape if anything. Obviously. Incubators did not dream to begin with. It simply paralleled one he had been in countless times before. He was lying face-up on the wreckage of a fallen building, arms outstretched, staring at the apocalyptic sky.]

— a pointless change of scenery. This is still the same world, isn't it?

ryuusei_subaru

Today was just one strange event after another. He had expected that stepping out of that Noise Wave would have led him to Meteor G, so he could destroy it. But instead, he ended up in some sort of...forest clearing. And it kept him and War-Rock from becoming Rockman again, so there was no way he could find the Noise Wave again...or open it, apparently. There was no Wave World here. His Hunter wouldn't work...how could he contact anyone?

Then there was the meeting with that...odd creature, that was somehow able to see War-Rock. And it kept following them, the stubborn thing. And then that old man who gave him the backpack and the...information. The thing was a Riolu, now his Pokemon (how, what, he never had a pet before, how would he take care of it?) and that he was stuck in this other world (other world?!) until further notice (but, they had to stop Meteor G-they had to get back!).

But, no amount of cajoling or pleading would make the situation any better, so he had to go along with it. So, with the newly nicknamed Rocky ("it can see you, and it looks kind of like you, so why not call it a little you, War-Rock?"), and his supplies, he chose to take the portal into Nuvema Town. It sounded more friendly, anyways, and safer...perhaps maybe he could find a way to power his Hunter at the lab that was apparently there, so he could communicate with his friends. The new...Xtransiever, he thought it was called, didn't seem to be able to reach them, anyways.

Only...this doesn't look like Nuvema Town. Or, at least, he doesn't think it does. It was a small little town, right? It doesn't look like...wherever this place was.

"E-eh?! Where are we now, War-Rock?"

To most people, it looks like he's talking to thin air. They might or might not hear the response to his question, either.

"Don't ask me, kid. You're not the only one who's gotten confused by all this jumping around."

[[ooc: So yeah, intropost? Took me a while to figure out what I should do in the middle of the event, but basically, this guy and his pet invisible radio alien have just walked into somebody's dream! Who's dream? Well, whomever replies, I suppose! It could be anyone!]]

Current Mood: shocked

extremelucidity

[ This is Madotsuki's dream, but curiously enough, Madotsuki herself is nowhere to be found. Instead, whoever happens to stray into this dream finds themself in massive black room, with intricate patterns carved on the floor in silver. Apart from the circle of doors in the center of the room, there is absolutely nothing here. The room is dark and cold and silent and lonely. Going too far in any direction just results in returning to the center of the room. So, there's only one thing to do to progress; pick a door.

Which door? ]

[[ooc: HOW COULD I NOT DO THIS YOU GUYS... here is a handy-dandy map of the Nexus for you all. <3 ]]

cuteponytail

[This is Hilda's dream and, as such, it doesn't really make much sense.

The setting is an ample, clean, and well-lit room: a classroom, to be precise. The sound of a bell rings loud and clear, and the students begin to shuffle their belongings into their schoolbags, getting ready to leave.

Hilda's seat is towards the back and next to the window. This classroom seems to be the second floor. Outside the window, the afternoon sun illuminates a landscape where cherry blossoms are in bloom, dancing to the ground from the branches. Below, the front of the campus can be seen. Students are already leaving the building, some of them laughing and chasing after each other with cell phones and schoolbooks in hand.

Hilda, like the other girls in the second-floor classroom, is wearing a sailor-style uniform. Her skirt seems to be a little longer than the norm, and her ponytail is the same as ever. She seems to be wearing a certain special kind of socks, too. The boys are wearing blazers, some of them buttoned up, and some of them a bit more rebellious.

Hilda looks toward the girl behind her, a cheerful blonde classmate. Her eyes are green, and her hair is bobbed. They exchange some lighthearted dialogue about the sports club that both of them are in, the school's lacrosse team. Hilda's friend seems to think that practice has been going well lately, and that their upcoming match will definitely end with a victory. Both girls end up agreeing to do their best when the day comes, and part ways with determined nods and warm words like "bye-bye" and "see you tomorrow".

As Hilda walks out into the hallway, a boy with glasses and tight-fitting pants looks her way with a knife-like glare. He chastises her, saying one of her socks has slid down and looks sloppy. Uniforms should be worn neatly at all times, he insists.

Hilda seems to know that he's the president of the student council. Even so, she addresses him nonchalantly by his first name, which is apparently Cheren. She doesn't seem to agree with him about the seriousness of her offense. She suggests that he just give her a break for today, and offers a half-hearted appeal by claiming she lost her sock glue, anyway. He appears to have more to say, but Hilda laughs and walks along.

She shouldn't dally too long, anyway. She's made a loose promise to meet someone at the school gates today, to walk home together. She should check if that person is there.

That person could be you, or alternatively you could be anyone else in this little Japanese-style high-school heaven. A teacher or what have you, do whatever you want! i'll probably roll with it.]

(( ooc: I almost flipped a coin to decide whether to post this today or not since there's already a lot of dream world posts going on, but I figured to go ahead anyway. I don't mind if you come back and reply late to this though. just sayin'. ´w` ))

Current Music: Meguro Shoji - Heartbeat, Heartbreak

silentlyknight

[Cassandra found herself walking amongst countless people. It was a crowded city...her city, in the middle of the day, and though clouds hung low in the sky, it was still bright, too bright. Worryingly, she looked down and was at first relieved to find she was not wearing her costume. But upon focusing her eyes on the light colour she saw, she soon was filled with dread that she was wearing one of the dresses her father used to make her wear when she was... training...]

oh no...

[She looked at her hands, no blood, but then again, her father had trained her to be efficient and clean. She looked around, everyone was still standing, walking, going about their lives... but something was wrong. They all towered above her. Suddenly tears, the tears of her older teen self, and not the emotionless tears of her childhood welled in her eyes as she ran to one of the many random strangers. She tugged on his shirt, but as she did, the man stopped walking. Taking a few steps back in shock, she spun around, and struggled to remain grounded and composed. Despite hundreds of people around her, none of them were moving. She ran to a shop window and looked at her vague reflection. Despite all her memories seemingly being in tact, she had regressed to being a small child. She took her hand gently to her face and then turned around, hoping it would all just be come type of dream.

But the forest of mannequin like humans remained. With human body movement as her first language; she reluctantly, and with a great deal of fear, stepped out into a world of true silence.]

((Of course, if anyone wishes to enter, please feel free to move around and speak normally.))

noplaidshirt

[Welcome to the most mundane dream ever. Opening a little wooden door leads into a kitchen, rich with the aroma of cooking foods. There are dozens of cupboards and pantries that lie open, but rather than food, they're filled with staircases. No matter which stairs you take, you'll wind up in what appears to be a teenage girl's bedroom--most likely because it is. It's a bit cluttered, with papers and knickknacks scattered everywhere. A plastic tank on one shelf contains a disgruntled-looking Croagunk in the place of its usual resident, and everything is floating on a thin, pale red mist, the same kind that appears should one look out the window. Paprika herself is flopped down on a cushion of said smoke, staring up quizzically at the ceiling.]

Man, this is tripping balls.

the_nth_power

[This dream starts with a light-- a dim one that illuminates a long hallway. Black marble floors lead along walls adorned with banners of a certain crest. The hallway ends at a door, from beneath which a brighter electric light emanates.

Should you choose to open it or not, it seems to ease open automatically, revealing what lies inside. It's a child's room by all appearances, decorated with bright colors, with all sorts of toys strewn about. In the center sits N, idly pushing a toy train along a track and watching emotionlessly as it takes off on its own, moving along the track before returning to him. There are four Pokemon crowded around him-- a Zorua, a Darmanitan, and two Woobats-- all of which watch the train with some level of curiosity...

At least, until they realize someone has opened the door. The Zorua snarls in warning, and the other Pokemon quickly back off, fleeing as far away from the door as they can get. N himself looks up, startled--

And he's suddenly gone. In his place sits a much smaller young boy with the same pale green hair, and the same void cube hanging from a chain around his neck. He looks intrigued at first, his expression a fearful sort of hopeful.]

Fa-- Ghetsis--? [But that doesn't look like Ghetsis walking into his room. He hurriedly gets to his feet and backs away, ready to bolt... even if it's apparent he doesn't have many places here to run to. The boy clutches the toy train in his hands and watches with wide, wary eyes.]

((OoC: What am I doing skdjflsdjfkds.... Even if this is just a dream, N has regressed back into a child state. He's old enough here that he should be able to talk, but due to his lack of interaction with other humans, his speech is limited. Any comments will be replied to by

lowercaseking ! ;u;))

naotoshirogane

[Here, have what looks like a dilapidated, abandoned hotel. Everything is black and white, bearing a resemblance to traditional film noir. The walls are crumbling, the wallpaper is peeling, and an eerie green fog permeates everything. The sickly fog is the only splash of color around. The wooden floor creaks with nearly every footstep, and the ceiling is leaking mysterious liquid in places as well.

Absolutely no one seems to be around. Places of interest may include a comprehensive library with books old enough to become dust at the slightest touch, and a secret laboratory littered with rusted, pointy, dangerous-looking instruments.]

eeveedispenser

[Greetings, dreamers, and welcome to...a very extravagant garden. There's plants of every shape, size, shade, and smell mingling together in brilliant harmony. It looked like some sort of mythical paradise, the only hint of any human intrusion being a cobblestone path and benches generously spaced out along it.

But this garden isn't just teeming with plantlife, oh no. There's a healthy amount of Pokemon living within it, species from every region (Except Unova, curiously) milling about living their daily lives. If you're lucky you may even catch sight of something extraordinary in the corner of your eye. Perhaps a bird made of flame, perhaps a beast as graceful as the north wind, or maybe, just maybe you catch the eye of a curious floating kitten.

The entire environment is incredibly relaxing. Why don't you stay for a while? Take a rest on a bench, observe the Pokemon, or just stare at the sky...

Hold on. Looking up high enough...glass? Gracious, is this a giant greenhouse?]

puppypaws

He hears someone speaking to him...

Who...

'I am Gardevoir.'

He sees the figure stand before him- he reaches out with a blackened paw. Why... Why do I see you...

'Because it is my duty. You came to perform a certain task... And for that task, you have become a pokemon...'

Who...

'I cannot say.'

...Who...

I cannot say.

He's thrown back by streams of sparks and a petilil at the side screams his name- 'OTOGI!'

'Fools... It was clearly his doing! His winds have torn the very clouds in two! You were fools to follow me to this place!' That wasn't the truth... The clouds weren't the only ones...

Have you heard the legend... The sparks burn his fur and again the petilil cries. The legend of the Ninetales..?

They say those who grab his tails are cursed... Cursed for 1000 years... But when one foolish human left his partner to take his place in that curse, a prophecy was made... The sparks burn but they push the bird back, and in the end the rescue of 'Shiftry' is celebrated.

And he said...

That one day that human would become a pokemon.

That when human became pokemon, the world's balance would become shattered.

That when the balance became shattered, the end would be soon to follow...

'Why are you saying this,' he can hear someone cry, crowds of pokemon surrounding them in the square. 'Why are you saying this..!?'

'Sorry Otogi...!'

They are chased. Chased through fire, chased through snow- they are hounded, chased, left without rest. Moltres, Articuno, both block their way but briefly and force promises upon them lest their lives be forfeit. They are chased further, and further... But why..?

'Because it is your duty.' What?

'Because it is your duty.' Who said that... It wasn't-

A figure of orange and beige, with wide eyes filled with fire stands before him, and he screams, shouting curses as he fights his bonds. 'Foolish human, we have spared your life despite your intrusion upon this meeting most dire. Be glad that you serve for us a purpose- we will take away all memory of your life. We will take away all that identifies you save one thing- And for your sake, we will trust you to follow the path that destiny grants you- for it is a path... A what... 'A path... What was he saying..?

"NNNGGAAAAAHHH!" The trio of pokemon that cornered his partner and himself at the mountain where Ninetales resides slam him against the wall and he yelps as he struggles to stand.

'It is a task that cannot be completed as human, or as pokemon- only as both.'

shizuo_heiwajima

(This will make about as much sense as a dream does. It's Shizuo's last memory of his world..... with the ending it should have had. A guy can dream, right?)

"Get back here!!" Shizuo shouts, running after a black haired man in a fur-trimmed jacket. He chases after him right across a street with no regard for traffic, and is gaining on him when...

Screeeeeccccchhh! A huge truck rams into Shizuo, who flies through the air before hitting the pavement with a dull thud. Onlookers begin to gather about the site and stare in horror, whispering to each other.

"Is he dead?"

"That homie's number is up!"

"No way..."

The black haired man Shizuo had been chasing walks up to the truck. Voice oozing with smugness and satisfaction, he says, "I can't believe you fell for the same old gag from high school. You really are a slow learner, Shizu-chan."

At that, the truck begins shaking. There is the sharp sound of metal being torn and bent as Shizuo slowly lifts the truck, grunting and arms wavering from the effort.

"WHAT WAS THAT.... ABOUT ME BEING A SLOW LEARNER?!" With an 'RAARGGHH,' he manages to lift the truck completely, and throws it at his foe. Too shocked to move, the black haired man is hit with the truck full force, and flies into the air such a great distance that he eventually can't be seen anymore. It's unlikely that he's even living at this point.

Shizuo stands, breathing heavily and with a shocked expression on his face. The shock quickly makes way for a vicious, self-satisfied smile. "I finally did it... I killed that damn flea!" He really can't believe it... Finally, after all this time!

Suddenly, a piece of cake topped with excessive frosting and a strawberry appears on a plate in front of him, and a fork appears in his hand. His Petilil and Growlithe run onto the scene, wearing party hats and blowing kazoos. This does call for a celebration, after all. The onlookers who haven't already run away all suddenly have cake as well. It's a party!

brbfireball

What the hell?

[Okay, this is weird. Beyond weird. First, she gets stranded in the Entralink with some strange monster with flames. Now, she's suddenly back on that stupid ghost ship, the Atherum (better to image search it, since I can't find any decent pictures of it). A shiver runs down her back.]

Oh no. No no no no no, not here again!

[Her Ponyta definitely doesn't like this place, either. The two huddle together. They're pretty much jumping at even the slightest sound.]

Damn it, if you're out there, come out and tell me what the hell is going on! Pleasedon'tbeaghost.

withmyfluffbat

[ITT: A deeper look at Iris and her fears. Also not Kirby. Though Kirby: Nightmare in Dreamland was my first Kirby game! More fun facts about me!

For Iris, dreams are a kind of new experience. In her world, they'd been robbed from most by the man with the legendary, in his efforts to destroy their spirits without destroying them whole. However, she has had a few dreams. Of home... for her, she thinks dreams are just a way to see the path home.

So. For her, she thinks she is walking down the streets of Opelucid, her Pokemon safely in their Pokeballs. Her gym team - not the Pokemon she grew close to. They'd be waiting, right? That is, if she hadn't gotten home.

But something feels wrong. For Opelucid - the Black version... there were no lights. No signs of life - of the future. It was completly blacked out - exactly how it shouldn't be. Okay, Iris is a little scared.

The only sound is her footsteps, and the flapping of a Salamences wings. Looking at the ground, it looks like it's been ripped up. How? Perhaps by an underground Pokemon.

She wasn't even talking to Skyla. Something felt wrong here.

Weakly, she let out a call. For anybody.]

U-Uncle Drayden?
Lili? Blake?
[...]
...Anybody? Skyla, can you see anybody?

[The Samamence let out a grunt, and flapped her wings a few times - before taking off. She's gonna look for people.

Iris didn't want to be alone, though. Alone meant that she could be destroyed easier. Sure, she had Skyla's other Pokemon... but that was a sign of her failures. She ruined everything for the one who saved her, after all. But she was strong. She couldn't cry in a situation like this. She had to keep strong, for that girl. The one she saw in those other dreams, the ones of home. The person who might be the future hero of her world...

However, Iris doesn't notice the shadow following her, silently hovering off the ground. The strange, unknown-to-most Pokemon... Blazikas. (Seen here in a less creepy place.)

Note that, yes, Iris thinks this is real, just like her canon update dreams.

Of course, if you want to enter this dream, you can have just... appeared near to her. Or just in the blacked out, dead-feeling city in general.]

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United One

[audio] Early Mornings

01. recollection

[action ✿ 005] this is also doubling as her canon update dream teehee

[Action] Pokemorph!

001 ACTION

1st Shooting Star - Not quite where they expected to end up...[action]

[action] Welcome to the Nexus

[action] gakuen unova

[action] Crowd of Silence

[action] casually adds to the deluge of dream posts

007 ♖ [Action]

[Action] Second Clue - Abandoned Hotel

Box 2 [I'm only sleeping]

Bonus Roll 1 - A Dream Like Any Other...

[Action] And Now For Something Completely Different - A Death and Cake Party

[Action] 1st Spell

fourth flight - Nightmares in Dream World

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