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[oneirism]

Who: Lapis and OTA (+ some closed prompts)
Where: The Meshwork
When: Throughout Chapter 4
Summary: A catch-all for Lapis' dreams!
Restrictions/Warnings: Violence, supernatural spookiness, will add more warnings if anything pops up!

[Just a log for all of Lapis' dream stuff! I'll be doing an ota prompt, but if you want a unique dream just hit me up at Lapis' planning comment or at moonpaper!]

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OTA

[oneirism]

[It's dark here, out in the graveyard. The few lamps around fizzle, illumination coming and going, casting brief flashes of light on the gravestones and the overgrowth on them. But there's voices not too far from here – one a young woman, and the others more... Echo-y. Like they're not really there.

Lapis sits not too far away, curled up by one of the gravestones as she looks up at her companions, floating and hovering around her, able to see them clearly despite how transparent they are. Each one has some kind of injury, their cause of death apparent, and it some cases it's gruesome to look at – but there's nothing to fear. These are her friends, the only friends she's ever really had. They're harmless to her.

But that isn't always the case for everyone else.]

Sion

[oneirism]

[It's damp and sticky, the old wallpaper on the walls peeling from the humidity, the heat almost unnatural at this time of night. The smell of rotting wood and iron hangs heavily in the air, the smell making Lapis feel sick to her stomach – there's no escape from it, and the sound of distorted groaning and scratching around her only makes it worse.

This spirit is a violent one, one that's already made an attack - her side aches from an old vase being thrown at her and she's certain she's sprained her ankle when the weak floors were forced open under her feet. Her own spirits gather around her protectively, and are the reason why that spirit doesn't try again, just bides its time and hopes to scare Lapis away. But she isn't scared, this is normal. She's used to this.

She has to stop this spirit one way or another, kids have already been badly hurt after coming in here for stupid dares. 'Accidents' it was always claimed, but it's always been more than that. It has to be stopped.

So she coughs, bringing a long, white sleeve to her nose to try and combat the smell – forcing herself deeper into the house. Despite her disgust, she's still as calm and impassive as always. She's far too used to this by now.]

Julius

[oneirism]

[It's an old, decrepit building – something once used for some purpose or another, now it's covered in debris and the walls are littered with graffiti. There's a constant sound in the back, something tapping and scrapping against the concrete over and over, the sound both faint but echoing all around. Above that, the soft sobs of trapped victims fill the air, killed by either the accident that shut this facility down or by the malevolent ghost that lies further within.

Among the graffiti, there's a few, bright splatters of red along the wall, the source of it hunched over and breathing heavily. One eyes closed as blood drips from the wound on her head, the white of her dress becoming stained – she really needs to wear other colours, but that's a thought for another day. Lapis has fought the spirit, hurt it, and now it retreats – her own ghostly companions backed up by those trapped here. It's many against one.

But it hurts, dust fills her lungs and consciousness drifts in and out – that blow to the head was harder than she thought. One spirit holds her upright, a burned man who holds Lapis protectively.]

... You should leave. [Though it's uncertain if she's talking to the ghost, or the other living person here.]