23 August 2012 @ 02:03 pm
IC: Dream Post  
The space you are standing in is cold and grey and very still. There is nothing beneath your feet, nowhere to go. You hang for a long moment, in this place with no place, without direction or a proper sense of time, until the light dims...

...and your feet touch ground. Your eyes are closed. When you open them, you find yourself here.

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RED (Arm) | Allen (Walker): reasonable rhyme[personal profile] performing on August 25th, 2012 06:35 am (UTC)
Re: On The Edge
[well, keeping that up for a bit; if it seems like this will be a problem indefinitely, turning towards the water itself]
Sand//Mau: making something[personal profile] doesnothappen on August 25th, 2012 06:37 am (UTC)
Re: On The Edge
It seems like you will get there eventually, it will just be a long, slow slog. And after a bit the air pressure changes suddenly, pressing down on you like a great weight, making your ears pop.
RED (Arm) | Allen (Walker): things in the walls[personal profile] performing on August 25th, 2012 06:40 am (UTC)
Re: On The Edge
[pausing at that, looking around warily]

What--?
Sand//Mau: making something[personal profile] doesnothappen on August 25th, 2012 06:51 am (UTC)
Re: On The Edge
There's nothing but the boom of the waves on the reef, and the stars twinkling overhead. But the pressure remains.
RED (Arm) | Allen (Walker): I'M going over HERE[personal profile] performing on August 25th, 2012 06:53 am (UTC)
Re: On The Edge
[well, when in doubt --> HEAD TOWARDS THE THING THAT MADE IT START]
Sand//Mau: making something[personal profile] doesnothappen on August 25th, 2012 07:12 am (UTC)
Re: On The Edge
It is impossible to tell just how long it takes you to reach the beach... it feels like hours. But eventually you reach the shore.