Dreaming Wide Awake [Fourth Wall/Open]

[revenancemods]

Who: Everyone! Current characters, fourth wall characters, whoever wants to show up.
What: The portals are closed. Everyone's in Traverse Town, including a whole bunch of new people. This should be interesting.
Where: Traverse Town
When: Throughout the day
Warnings: Depends on the characters. Expect language at least.

You didn't expect to be here. You really didn't. The technicolor buildings are a surprise, as is the little white flying bear telling you you're in the dream world. He gives you a bag full of what looks to be currency, enough shiny things to create a creature of your own (or so he says), and sends you on your way.

Good luck.

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[grifshot]

"What. The. Fuck?"

That is the exclamation from Dexter Grif. The orange-armoured soldier has lived through a number of bizarre things, but this? This is taking the cake. The last thing he could recall, he was on Chorus, training his squad. And by training he meant steal that tray of brownies he saw earlier that was probably for desert. But it still counted. Stealth and all that.

Now. Now he was god knows where with god knows what padding around his feet, completely and utterly confused.

[donutsandwhich]

Donut was struggling to finish drying off his armor with the hand towels he always carried just in case he accidentally fell into non-magical fountains, and was struggling getting underneath the plates of his armor on his lower back when he saw a set of orange armor just like his.

"Grif!" He exclaimed and ran over to his comrade. "Oh Grif did you fall into the crack too?"

[grifshot]

"Donut?"

Okay, seriously, what was going on? The last time he saw Donut was when they were fighting those Fed guys, and Donut had been taken prisoner. And now he was here?

"No. What crack? What are you talking about?"

[donutsandwhich]

"Oh Dexter..." Donut sighs, "I thought everybody knew about the crack. It all started when I was directly behind the rear admiral and we were thrusting our way into the enemy base using dumb luck and lots of elbow grease.. "

Donut could go on forever... literally.

[grifshot]

Grif sighed. He really should have see this coming.

"Forget I asked," he snapped. "Look, how did you escape? We were coming to rescue you!"

At some point. In the future. Maybe. Grif hadn't been paying attention at the last staff meeting.

[donutsandwhich]

"What do you mean rescue me? I was reassigned." He asks slightly confused and then changes the subject. "Oh my God Grif, did you see the unicorns here?! Sarge will never believe it! He told me there was no such thing as unicorns! I can't wait to write it in my diary!"

Donut was seriously freaking out about this, in a good way. He was almost in tears with how happy he was about this.

[grifshot]

Wait...what?

"Dude that happened, like, years ago, what are you talking about? You got captured by the Feds on Chorus and we were coming to rescue you."

Was this a Donut from the past? But how was that even possible? The whole time travel thing was bullshit and simulated so how did this even work?

Not that Grif expected an answer when Donut switched gears to unicorns.

"Never mind, have you seen anyone else?"

[donutsandwhich]

Donut looks mildly concerned for a moment, "Umm.. Well Sarge was on a rooftop yelling a little while ago. But I wasn't too worried because he had our flag and was declaring this red base or something."

There's a pause and then Donut remembers he has another thing to share with Grif. "Oh I almost forgot! The floaty adorbale rat thing gave me this." He steps aside to show off his Komory Bat dream eater. "Isn't he adorable? I named him Sargent Sparkles!"

[grifshot]

Well, some things never changed it seemed. Granted that was all regular Sarge behaviour so it seemed he was alright.

"Yeah, I know. He tried to shoot me earlier." And life goes on.

At least until Grif catches sight of the Bat.

"AUGH! Donut what the hell get that thing away from me!!!"

Grif's voice jumped several octaves and he waved his hands frantically in front of his face. Shoo, shoo.

[gotshotgun]

There's a loud boom and a shotgun round goes flying by Grif, followed by the distinct sound of a reload. "Damnit," Sarge grumbles. "Missed."

Hi Grif.

[grifshot]

Well, at least Sarge is alright. Simmons will be happy at least.

"Hi to you to Sarge," Grif sighs, moving back about two steps. There. Should be out of range now.

[scoundrelhater]

"Don't look at me." The voice is coming from a vaguely beast-like young woman, who's trying not to frown or glare too much. She's trailed by a rainbow-colored lizard-thing that just looks happy to be there. "This is a dream or something." Then she snorts, betraying how much thinks about that.

[grifshot]

Yay for happy lizards! Grif's is going to say hi. He hasn't named it yet, or paid that much attention to it.

"A dream? Bullshit," Grif replies, clearly in agreement. It was probably some scenario they'd stumbled into. Because that Freelancer shit would never leave them alone. "Who are you anyway?"

Pretty sure they don't have animal-people on Chorus. Grif feels he'd probably notice that.

[scoundrelhater]

Laia's happy lizard darts in to as well, ever-excited to be making new friends. Yeah, she hasn't gone and named it yet, either...

"Laia Martinez. Guardian. You?" She eyes him a little more critically, wondering if that's power armor or if he's a CAST. That's the kind of thing that you don't actually ask, though, since it's rude. So she holds her tongue.

[grifshot]

"Dexter Grif. Captain Grif if you want to get technical."

It was hard to get used to, having a title like that. Not that rank had meant anything until a few weeks ago, and still didn't. His squad had taken to calling him boss.

"What the hell's a guardian?"