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Post by DGM Soft Kitty on Oct 4, 2022 12:36:29 GMT -5
[DGM Note - this is for the players who had their event cut off last Sunday due to my internet being a bratty mess! Here is the thread as promised! - Kitty ] As each of those effected arrive on the reddish hue lit bridge and step from the turbolift, they feel lightheaded and the world spins about them some, the world about them fades as each having the memory of this sound linger as their eyes open and they find themselves back in their own beds!
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Post by Lieutenant Veeri Relidia on Oct 4, 2022 12:43:55 GMT -5
Veeri awoke in her own bed, buried in the "Trill nest" of blankets, pillows and plushies, hair messy and sticking to her face. She grumbled unhappily, rubbing her thighs together. "Stupid horny Reila telepathic ghosts..." As the realization and the memory of what happened dawned on her, she jumped up, reaching for her commbadge.
"Veeri to Commander Varel!" She spoke into it, clutching it tight as she went looking for her uniform. "Did you have a weird dream about weird shadow beings and a pretty killer clown with cleavers for hands?"
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Post by Cmdr Marcus Blaine on Oct 5, 2022 11:47:51 GMT -5
Varel had barely enough time to readjust to the waking world when her combadge went off. She drew in a deep breath through her nose and expelled it before sitting up, leaving the room so as not to disturb Dennis with the intolerable squeals that always emerged from Lieutenant Relidia.
"Yes. I did. Clearly it was another shared dream experience, like the type we have had more times than I can recollect without referring to my reports." She walked toward the replicator. "Was there anything you actually required?"
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Post by Lieutenant Veeri Relidia on Oct 5, 2022 16:03:16 GMT -5
Veeri rolled her eyes, stifling a groan. "How would I know it's a -shared- dream, if I don't ask anyone else about it, Commander? Anyways, shouldn't we report it in, or have salvation protocols up or... do literally anything to react? Usually after shared dreams something tries to suck our souls out through our belly buttons."
The trill started throwing clothes on, strapping herself in with a type 1 phaser, just to be safe, and was kitted out in her usual uniform rather quickly.
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