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(30 replies, posted in [New] The Dreamcatchers)

Am I supposed to post in Nico's real world thread, or should I wait for you to describe a setting?

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(3 replies, posted in [New] The Dreamcatchers)

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Name: Nico Steenhuizen

Age: 41

Origin: the Netherlands

Occupation: Owns a company called Konnect, a software platform specialized in headhunting online for companies looking for specific employees. Konnect searches social media for this and uses certain algorithms to determine the skills of people and look at their experiences in life rather than searching for a resume.

Background story: Six months ago Nico was involved in a car accident. His injuries, especially the one to his head, were so severe that the doctors in the private clinic in which he was treated put him into an artificial coma until the swelling in his brains had been reduced. They used a new and still experimental drug for this. This drug not only kept him in a coma but would also preserve and stop the bleeding in his brains (or so the doctors later explained to him) whereas other drugs would not have done the latter and he would have died.
During the artificial coma Nico suddenly found himself in a very vivid dream. Initially he thought that he was for the first time experiencing a lucid dream, because at some point he realized that he was actually dreaming. This enabled him to control the dream. But then things went south: soon the most horrific apparitions made their way into his dream, things he could not vanish by will. Things that could hurt him and tire him out. He desperately tried to escape the dream but found that he couldn’t. It didn’t surprise him that he couldn’t wake up, he was still being kept in a coma, but he would have expected to be able to snap out of the dream into another one. But his body, his dreamt up body, somehow felt too tired. All he could do was flee the old fashioned way and hide.
The time following this escape was a nightmare: it seemed that these creatures, these monsters that looked like they had stepped out of peoples’ most horrific fantasies, were hunting for him. However, he also learned that after a bit of rest some of his initial powers came back. As if his powers were recharged. With these powers he managed to stay hidden from the monsters, if only barely.
The horror story seemed to go on forever: Nico felt like he had been walking around in this nightmare become reality for months. Until one day...
After yet another very close escape, Nico found that he had somehow teleported himself to another place in this dreamt up world, although by the looks of the setting, not very far from where he had been. The effort had left him exhausted and he fell to the ground, trying to catch his breath. Suddenly he heard a bone chilling shriek and before he could get up and run, something stormed out of the trees (at least that is what Nico assumed they were: everything looked different in this world) and grabbed him by his throat. Nico looked with terror at the banshee-like creature which was holding him almost a foot above the ground. He uselessly tried to pry the claw from his throat as he felt the last remnants of strength leaving his body. The claw around his neck squeezed tighter and Nico could no longer draw fresh air into his lungs. His vision started to fade. But then he realized something: if this was indeed a dream then he wasn’t breathing actual air. Which meant he couldn’t suffocate! Suddenly his lungs felt as if they were full of air again. The banshee however also seemed to notice this and its expression grew even more terrifying. ‘Let me go!’ Nico shouted and started kicking again. And then... The banshee plunged its other claw into Nico’s chest. A searing pain ran through Nico’s upper body as the claw closed around his heart and squeezed. He felt his heart stop and everything went black...
Nico woke up in the private clinic. His chest hurt like hell and he was surrounded by medical staff. The doctor told him that his heart had suddenly stopped and that they’d had to inject adrenalin directly into it to revive him. This had worked but it had also woken him from his artificial coma a few days before they had planned to wake him themselves. But they could not detect any damage to his brain from being woken up early. In fact, the drug seemed to have done exactly what it had been supposed to do. The medical staff had no idea however, what could have caused the cardiac arrest.
During the following weeks Nico had to follow physical therapy and underwent many medical examinations, both to make sure that he was healing properly, but also to measure the effects of the experimental drug. After he had told his doctor about the vivid dream he had experienced and how he doubted that it was a dream, he was also visited by a psychiatrist several times. Nico soon realized that neither his doctor nor this psychiatrist believed that there was anything real to this dreamworld and that it had just been a way for Nico’s mind to cope with the trauma. So he decided to not tell them anymore about it. He also didn’t tell them that even now that he had woken up, he still went to this dreamworld every time he fell asleep. He couldn’t help it. He arrived in the same world he had seen before but he knew it wasn’t a recurring dream, because every time he went there he remembered his previous visits and it somehow seemed to him that time was passing between his visits, although he couldn’t say in what way exactly.
When these weeks had passed, Nico was let out of the hospital. He tried to pick up on his work, but he found that no matter what he tried, he kept returning to this dreamworld every night and all he did there was to try and stay hidden from the monsters. It was playing havoc on his mind and a constant haze of fatigue crept over him since he couldn’t get any proper rest.
Growing desperate, Nico went back to the clinic to find out more about this experimental drug, which he was convinced of was the cause of him going to this strange place. His inquiries led to nothing: the only thing he did find out was that the drug had been retracted by its manufacturer, but he couldn’t find out why, nor which manufacturer was behind the drug.
Nico is now using his financial resources to try and find out if there have been reports of similar cases, hoping to find out more about the drug or people who have experienced the same and can help him.

Relationship with the sleep: Due to his recent experiences, Nico is afraid to go to sleep, but if he can no longer hold his eyes open, he falls asleep fairly easily. Since he somehow always winds up in the Dreamworld, he remembers everything he dreams there.

Worst fears: His worst fear has now become that which he almost seems to experience nearly every night: to get caught and killed by one of the monsters in the dreams.

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(247 replies, posted in Odyssey)

Thanks. Great to be back. Now let's get this ship on the ground, preferably in one piece.



-Mischa

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(221 replies, posted in Atlantis)

In the engine room Kundan and Ryan were unaware of the imminent danger: the proximity alarm didn't sound there, because there was little use for it. Unless something happened to the engine or the ship itself was hit by something, the engineering crew wouldn't learn of it by any alarm.



-Ryan Bow

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(23 replies, posted in The Longest Journey)

For Cameron this was the big question, but for the guard it apparently was very clear. The man steered his captive through the streets and alleys as if he walked this route daily. Which, as far as Cameron was concerned, this might very well be the case.

It wasn't long before Cameron had completely lost any sense of direction, were it not for the large tower. There wasn't a street that seemed to go straight here. The part of the city where the duo was walking now, seemed to belong to the poorer folk: many houses were in disrepair, some were abandoned and others had simple collapsed. Cameron saw light in some of the houses, but she could also hear sound coming out of several unlit houses (the lack of glass in the windows or complete doors being missing made the sounds coming from those houses carry onto the streets sometimes). Apparently not all here could afford to light a fire.



-GM

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(271 replies, posted in Odyssey)

August, who had taken up on Shadai's suggestion when he entered and hadn't commented on her proposal to choose another place to land - she was the pilot; he trusted her to make the right decisions to keep herself and with that all of them alive - saw the wisdom in her words now as well. Strapped in safely (well, as safely as you could be in a few thousand tons of steel more or less crashing towards the surface), he opened a general channel, hailing both the shuttle and the interceptors.

" = This is captain August Solitaire of the Odyssey. You are on a collision course with our ship. Our navigation is compromized and we are unable to take evasive manoeuvres. Adjust your course." =

August doubted that they would obey: that would be too easy and given the amount of luck they'd had lately he highly doubted that for once they'd get a break.



-August Solitaire

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(247 replies, posted in Odyssey)

I'm back!



-Mischa

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(42 replies, posted in Umbra)

"Uh, captain?" Brint asked Carolyn, making clear to Gore who he thought to be in control here. Or rather, who he didn't think in control. "What about him? Do we confine him to quarters, or at least disarm him?" he pointed towards Gore.



-Brint Dao-Tsun

What if I told you that there is another world than the world of science? What if I told you that next to this world there is also a world of magic?

Thousands of years ago there was but one world, a world where both science and magic existed. There were no limits. But the people could not handle this kind of power and the world was threatened by destruction. From among the stars the Draic Kin came to offer salvation: they would divide the world into two: Stark, the world of science, and Arcadia, the world of magic. For some races the choice whether to live in Stark or Arcadia was easy: the magical races could only exist in Arcadia. For others the choice was harder and families were divided, never to see each other again. The first Guardian took her place in the Tower to make sure that the worlds would stay divided and thus safe. It was her task to guard the Balance until the next Guardian would take her place. Thousands of years passed, but in Arcadia the people never forgot their origin. In the world of Stark however, history became mythology until even that was forgotten. There will come a time however, that both worlds are ready to be reunited again.

Ten years ago, dark forces planned to reunite Arcadia and Stark once more, but it was too soon. April Ryan was chosen to save the Balance and defeat the forces of Chaos, to repair the ruptures that had arisen between both worlds. She succeeded, but not without a price.

Lately people have been disappearing: people asking questions about a mythological parallel world, people not quite fitting in, or people being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Not a trace has been found of these people, who have simply seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth. Or have they only disappeared from this earth?

Enter the realms of Stark and Arcadia and join 'The Longest Journey' sim. Are you one of those Starkians who stick their noses where they apparently don't belong? Are you an Arcadian, trying to make your way through the Azadi occupation, or perhaps even a creature of magic? Join our sim and find out that the only boundary is your own imagination.

Contact Sim Leader Mischa Brendel or leave a message in the TLJ sim thread to take the first step of the longest journey of your life.

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(930 replies, posted in General Chat)

I am afraid I must go on LOA again. I will be away for business for a couple of days. I should be able to post again next Tuesday.



-Mischa

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(247 replies, posted in Odyssey)

I am afraid I must go on LOA again. I will be away for business for a couple of days. I should be able to post again next Tuesday.



-Mischa

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(151 replies, posted in Umbra)

I am afraid I must go on LOA again. I will be away for business for a couple of days. I should be able to post again next Tuesday.



-Mischa

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(205 replies, posted in Atlantis)

I am afraid I must go on LOA again. I will be away for business for a couple of days. I should be able to post again next Tuesday.



-Mischa

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(90 replies, posted in The Longest Journey)

I am afraid I must go on LOA again. I will be away for business for a couple of days. I should be able to post again next Tuesday.



-Mischa

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(23 replies, posted in The Longest Journey)

There was just enough moon to give the tower a very light shadow, but it wasn't much. Walking under the shadow of the tower also didn't mean that they were anywhere near the tower itself yet: given its height it had a very large shadow indeed. Nevertheless, the immense structure was slowly coming closer, but suddenly her captor led Cameron down an alleyway and into the meandering streets that made up the inner city. It was impossible to for Cameron to tell where they were going: there were so many curves, bends and corners that there was no way to get anywhere in a straight line.



-GM

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(23 replies, posted in The Longest Journey)

Apparently her captor had a low tolerance level for talking, because again he spat some words at her. These were however different from the ones she had been able to make out earlier: "Toranc'e lok!" A light stabbing in the small of her back indicated to her that again she was instructed to walk. Wait, were they headed in the direction of the tower?



-GM

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(271 replies, posted in Odyssey)

August reached the door to the bridge. He was carrying a side-arm, something the entire crew was still required to do, since there had been no sight of the intruder. August hadn't decided how to make sure there was nobody on the ship yet, but he had decided he would have to deal with this before they'd depart again.

Given that there still might be a stowaway, as well as there being several guests aboard, the door to the bridge was locked from the inside. August knew that a knock to the door would do very little at this point, other than its sound getting drowned out by the rumbling the entering of the atmosphere was causing, so he opened a comm channel to the bridge. "Shadai, this is August. Open the door and let me in." August's bedside manner was terrible at best. Usually it was simply not there at all.



-August Solitaire

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(34 replies, posted in Odyssey)

Although most people would decide that this was a good time to stay put and strap in, August decided to head to the bridge. It was after all, his ship that was being thrown around.

(continued on the bridge)



-August Solitaire

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(23 replies, posted in The Longest Journey)

The few words she had picked up were, at least for the moment, the only ones she got to play with mentally, because the soldier or guard or whatever the man was, wasn't of the talkative kind. With a minor adjustment in the form of a poke every now and then, Cameron found herself being steered towards the center of the city. At least, judging by the way the houses and alleys were constructed she judged that she was in a city. The increasing number of buildings indicated to her that she was heading towards a center, she knew enough about old cities to be confident about that. That was also something that was very strange. Because the buildings themselves looked as if they were brand new but taken directly out of the history books. They had a distinct European look to them. Apart from these damned steam engines, or whatever they were. The things looked completely out of place, but they were spread throughout the city.

It wasn't long before Cameron noticed a huge tower, its sight fighting its way through the setting darkness that was slowly taking over the city. The tower was so high that she couldn't even see the top. Nobody in medieval times had been able to build a tower so high: people just didn't have the technology back then. So this too stood out. Another thing that Cameron noticed was that she was getting cold: with the sun down the temperature was dropping quite rapidly. Suddenly her captor didn't look that overdressed anymore.

Cameron had been walking towards the city, guided by the guard or soldier for about ten minutes now and still they had not arrived at their destination, wherever that might be. The streets were abandoned. Sometimes Cameron caught a glimpse of another soldier or guard in the distance. All these men were similarly dressed and armed and all were a bit darker of skin. None of them stopped to talk to her captor. The men simply glanced at them and then moved along, minding their own business which seemed to be patrolling the streets.



-GM

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(23 replies, posted in The Longest Journey)

The second time she said the word 'walk', the guard did give her something: he hit her head with the side of his pike and followed it up with one or two short words which obviously meant something along the lines of 'shut up.' The butt to the head was painful and made Cameron stumble for a moment, but it didn't knock her out or leave her dizzy. It would however leave a bump on her head. It was clear the guard wasn't interested in conversation.



-GM

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(247 replies, posted in Odyssey)

Thanks for letting us know, Jason. And have a great vacation!



-Mischa

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(34 replies, posted in Odyssey)

OOC: You are absolutely right, James. I got things confused because of all the reading up I had to do. I'll edit it right away. Thanks for pointing this out!



-Mischa

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(247 replies, posted in Odyssey)

D'oh! That's what you get when reading up in different sims and then posting in all of them. I meant Lizzy. I'll edit it right away.

Thanks for pointing it out, Misty!



-Mischa

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(221 replies, posted in Atlantis)

Ryan couldn't exactly picture what Kundan meant. He knew what the monk meant by a 'singing' engine: engines often had a very distinctive sound and an experienced engineer who knew his or her engine well could often simply hear if something was out of tune. But to him Atlantis' engine did not exactly sound like a waterfall. True, he'd never seen or heard the waterfalls on Ariel, but he couldn't picture them sounding the same.



-Ryan Bow

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(23 replies, posted in The Longest Journey)

The man had pointed his pike at her as soon as he was close enough to make it seem like a threat and had then looked at her in confusion as she spoke. It was clear that he didn't have a clue what she was saying. In turn, he spoke in a language that meant absolutely nothing to Cameron, but what she did understand was that he was not pleased. His annoyance turned into anger and suddenly he was poking her with the end of his weapon, another unversal sign, this one meaning that she should start walking. Cameron had no idea in what direction she should head but no doubt the man would correct her if she chose the wrong one.



-GM