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onepassingnight2011-03-16 11:55 pm
guiltapalooza) wrote in onepassingnight2011-03-16 11:55 pm
☆ 01
[Willow's been practicing, and practicing with intent. This is the second or third night of sleep that she's been at this. She's at a point in her life where she feels responsible, like she's the one who has to step up and take care of things now that Buffy's gone, so when Anya tells her that A, she's seen Buffy and it wasn't the Buffybot, and B, this is probably a dream, she immediately tries to deduce what's going on.
Conclusion: shared consciousness, as she'd thought. It explained a lot. Willow stands from where she'd been sitting cross-legged in absolutely nothing, and decides to try something else out. The current surroundings of pure, unrelieved white, massive blankness, are challenging to keep up. She'd had to stay in meditation for a good while to get it down, but she thinks she's getting the hang of this now. It's not so different from magic, just all mentally based and without the props.
Anyway, her new experiment. This takes a different sort of concentration, and in the fringes of her vision as she tries, the Summers house starts to bleed into the blank environment like paint on a canvas. An open, cheerful, lived in two story, it's a bit cluttered but clearly loved. Willow frowns in frustration, and it vanishes completely.
She tries one more time, and thinks she has it. When she speaks, it's directly to you, wherever you are - and if you answer, you'll find yourself suddenly, mysteriously beside her, in the way that abrupt shifts in dreams feel natural and unsurprising.]
Buffy, if you're out there, I need to speak to you. [The hard cast to her face, set and determined, relinquishes into an edge of vulnerability.] ... Please.
To everyone else - we're dreaming, and we're dreaming together. If you concentrate, you can learn how to change things, but it takes some effort to get the trick. Like riding a bicycle or learning to swim. I'd be interested to know what you've experienced so far; this is more than a simple dream.
[ooc: IF YOU DON'T WANT YOUR CHARACTER TO KNOW THEY'RE DREAMING YET, her mental 'call' failed for your character and they never got it. As in, feel free to ignore this. Otherwise, proceed. This post is a placeholder - I'm going to bed and will get to tags tomorrow. |D]
Conclusion: shared consciousness, as she'd thought. It explained a lot. Willow stands from where she'd been sitting cross-legged in absolutely nothing, and decides to try something else out. The current surroundings of pure, unrelieved white, massive blankness, are challenging to keep up. She'd had to stay in meditation for a good while to get it down, but she thinks she's getting the hang of this now. It's not so different from magic, just all mentally based and without the props.
Anyway, her new experiment. This takes a different sort of concentration, and in the fringes of her vision as she tries, the Summers house starts to bleed into the blank environment like paint on a canvas. An open, cheerful, lived in two story, it's a bit cluttered but clearly loved. Willow frowns in frustration, and it vanishes completely.
She tries one more time, and thinks she has it. When she speaks, it's directly to you, wherever you are - and if you answer, you'll find yourself suddenly, mysteriously beside her, in the way that abrupt shifts in dreams feel natural and unsurprising.]
Buffy, if you're out there, I need to speak to you. [The hard cast to her face, set and determined, relinquishes into an edge of vulnerability.] ... Please.
To everyone else - we're dreaming, and we're dreaming together. If you concentrate, you can learn how to change things, but it takes some effort to get the trick. Like riding a bicycle or learning to swim. I'd be interested to know what you've experienced so far; this is more than a simple dream.
[ooc: IF YOU DON'T WANT YOUR CHARACTER TO KNOW THEY'RE DREAMING YET, her mental 'call' failed for your character and they never got it. As in, feel free to ignore this. Otherwise, proceed. This post is a placeholder - I'm going to bed and will get to tags tomorrow. |D]
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But look at me, Will. I'm right here. No Hell dimension for the Buffster. I'm okay. [She nods reassuringly, but ends up wrinkling her nose.] Even if invading other people's dreams is kinda creepy.
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[She hesitates, and then all of a sudden she's leaning forward and wrapping her in a hug, and Buffy doesn't get a say in whether the hug is happening or not. Willow's not crying or even sniffling, she's just slowly relaxing something that had been tense all summer.]
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Okay, I think I... I got that out of my system. It must be pretty surprising for you to see me, too.
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Everything was so much easier when you were around to share things with. It's not your fault, either, I know that, but I can't... I can't do all of this and not fall apart somewhere. It's too much.
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All this time she's been waiting and planning and knowing that she'd bring Buffy back to life, that she wouldn't have to do this all on her own anymore. She'd been banking on it. And it's just hitting her now, now that she knows she shouldn't resurrect her at all, that her friend is gone for good.]
I just... I just want you back. We don't know what to do without you. I'm so-- I'm sorry-- [She knows how much Buffy takes on herself, doesn't want to pressure her with all this, but Willow can't hold it in anymore. She goes back to crying, hiding her face in her shoulder.]
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Willow smiles at her sadly.] So what have you been doing here all this time? What's it... it like? Tell me everything.
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[Willow gamely latches onto this happier topic.]
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