( private } stiles, scott, allison, lydia, cosima, hannibal )

dreamspam } open

[This is the second time this has happened - at least, the second time it's happened on the Barge. This time, she isn't craving, or at least not any more than she ordinarily is. No, the instability comes from without rather than within, and this time, there isn't a godsdamned thing she can do about it.]

[The dreams don't start out contagious. They just start out bad, bad and familiar, hunger and blood and blackness and laughter, half-memory and half-siphoned in from another place and another time. Flashes at first, seconds of memory and fiction thrown up by her mind that fling her back into consciousness with eyes wide and red in the darkness, teeth sharp and closing on nothing.]

[When they begin to spread out from her own psyche to others', they get both more vicious and more concrete, like watching a full movie instead of a clip. She doesn't wake up anymore once she sinks into a dream, just lies on her cot in her cabin as if she's dead. The dream itself sneaks out under her door to find a second, someone else to play with. Anybody at all is fair game.]

( A )

( B; cw blood + gore + vampirism )

public } voice

[For once, she sounds flat, distracted, disinterested. None of the eager curiosity or easy sarcasm that typically brightens her voice are there now.]

The dreams are back.


( ooc; mal is experiencing a recurrence of her mirror-barge door symptoms, which include night terrors and time loss! and because of her canonical tendencies towards flashsides {contagious hallucinations} in times of stress . . . her night terrors are totally contagious, too. dream B will contain typical vampiric themes, so dream A is available for people who aren't interested in all that shit. pp with any questions ♥ )

[She wasn't going to say anything. She really wasn't. She has better things to do than talk about her own . . . inability to keep time straight, or whatever. But Dean's post gets her thinking about patterns, and she's already been thinking about safety (she is paranoid about safety - other people's, not her own).]

[To hell with it. If she looks a fool, she supposes she can live with it until someone looks more foolish.]

You know, when I got up this morning I thought it was yesterday. [She says this lightly, as if it's no big deal.] I actually did.

What I mean to say is, has anyone noticed a lack of continuity in their days? Walking somewhere and finding yourself somewhere else entirely much later in the day. Alternately, finding yourself very briefly in another reality altogether, in which case it . . . may be my fault.