animusmods: (Default)
Animus Moderators ([personal profile] animusmods) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2014-01-31 12:09 am

Recharge?

Characters: anyone who signed up to be hooked into the machine for the Recharge? event
Setting: a void
Format: party style
Summary: Those who chose to hook themselves up to the machine find themselves wandering around a void...
Warnings: standard Animus warnings; please put anything specific in subject lines of threads
wegotlucky: (♈ like you my dear)

[personal profile] wegotlucky 2014-02-01 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Neal had been well aware of the consequences of what he had decided to do. The nightmares were a constant reminder of that, even if the only thing that he could clearly remember was the feeling of fear and dread.

This place was new, though. Not a part of a nightmare, at least he didn't think. When he heard the question, he hesitated only for a moment.]


Doesn't seem to be a shared nightmare. Maybe this is one of the side effects Riki was talking about.
stitchedupbodyguard: (Default)

[personal profile] stitchedupbodyguard 2014-02-01 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe.... [She looked around the emptiness, seeing absolutely nothing save for the people around her.]

It's... it's nothing. It's l-like t-there's nothing there.
wegotlucky: (♈ and we praise)

[personal profile] wegotlucky 2014-02-03 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks too. It's a lot to take in. He's never experienced complete nothing before. It's rather alarming.]

If we're still hooked up to the machines, maybe... maybe we created this?

Maybe if we try hard enough we can think of something and make it appear. You know, like lucid dreaming.
stitchedupbodyguard: (not sure if)

[personal profile] stitchedupbodyguard 2014-02-03 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm....

[Quietly, she holds her hands out and begins to focus, trying to draw anything out from the nothingness. A light bulb, a streetlamp, anything.

It doesn't seem to be working.
]
wegotlucky: (♈ apart from this beggar here)

[personal profile] wegotlucky 2014-02-05 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[He tries, too, trying to think up something small. He closes his eyes, trying to will anything into existence, and when nothing appears in his hands, he opens his eyes.]

What is this?

A shared dream? Or are we really here?