when i was a kid, i thought i'd save the world

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Who: Dick Grayson hackingyoursensors and YOU
What: August catch-all feat. dream-sharing and a special appearance by Nightwing
When: Throughout August
Where: Primarily Central City & the dreamscape
Content Warnings: Possible references to death and torture.

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dream a little dream ★ open

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[ A faint mist covers the dreamscape and, for a moment, there is only silence. Suddenly, an unseen child speaks right next to your ear: ] Catch me if you can!

[ The child laughs and the mist dissolves into an expansive foyer. It oozes luxury and old money; the floor is polished to a shine and you can practically smell the lemon-scented cleaner that surely must be used to keep everything so sparkling clean. The child isn't immediately visible, only the silent manor. The front door just opens to the foyer again. But nothing prevents further exploration. Everything is clean and well-lit, but completely devoid of people. The longer you linger, the more distorted the area becomes. Ceilings become impossibly out-of-reach, the stairs become uneven and twisting, and some hallways are so narrow they can barely be passed through.

After awhile, they'll hear the same voice again, coming from high above. A small figure is sitting on a chandelier the way someone would sit on a swing. It changes age every so often, going from five years old to twenty, but it's Dick Grayson. ]

Come on, slowpoke!

[ He leaps from that impossible height and lands with a flourish before opening a door and running through it. The manor starts to shrink until the only option left is to go through the door. The door opens to another fog-covered area. ]

About time. Let's explore.

( ooc: this dreamscape can be affected by another dreamer! when the door opens, the other character's dream can take over. if nothing happens, dick's subconscious will take over and continue his dream. go wild! )

there's a darkness at the heart of my love ★ open

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cw: death, horror elements, blood & mild gore

[ Circus tents are supposed to be a riot of color and sound. Elephants should be trumpeting, the audience should be laughing and gasping with awe, and the ringmaster should be hyping up the crowd.

This tent is all wrong. The audience is just a bunch of silent department-store mannequins with their faces wildly distorted in exaggerated expressions of grief and terror. The tent itself is torn and an icy breeze slices through the area.

The only other thing in the room is a trapeze set-up. A teenager in a leotard sits on one of the platforms high up. One of the traps is intact, but the other is broken and sways wildly in the icy wind. The floor is a gory sight. A pile of bodies, all twisted limbs and expressions of terror, drenched in blood. At first, it's his biological family-- mother, father, aunt, uncle, cousin. Then the bodies morph-- Bruce, the Jasons, the Tims, his older counterpart. Then they change again-- a teenage girl with red hair in a school uniform, a blonde girl in the same uniform, an elderly man in a sharp suit, a teenage boy with bright red hair and freckles. Dick Grayson sits perfectly still, looking only at the ever-changing figures on the ground.

Eventually, he speaks. ] Be careful. [ He finally looks over, his face devoid of all emotion, like his very soul has been hollowed out. ]

It's a long way down.

[ The floor opens up and swallows you whole. ]

you took your share of darkness ★ closed to @reneger

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[ They're sitting together in the backseat of one of Bruce's very nice but less ostentatious cars. Alfred is up front, as usual. The familiar back roads leading up to Gotham proper pass by as they drive along. Dick is about seventeen, dressed in a school uniform consisting of a navy blazer with a school logo (Gotham Academy), a white polo shirt, khaki slacks, and well-polished shoes. His hair is slicked back with what probably took monumental effort and a lot of hair gel. Jason, should he look at himself, is dressed the same and seems to be fourteen at most.

Dick casts Jason a furtive glance before sighing. ]

Okay, you've been quiet all morning. What is it? Spill.