bluesrat: (guitar)
Markus 'Rat' Rathbone ([personal profile] bluesrat) wrote in [community profile] kore_logs2013-06-19 09:22 pm

Darn that Dream

Who: Rat and wide open like anything.
Where: In a nightclub, in a classroom/battlefield, in his old apartment, but all of the above inside Rat's sleeping brain.
When: Days 83-88
What: Three dream options, just list which one in your reply and away we go?
Warnings: Death and war themes (dream 2), depressing stuff (dream 3)


The Good

It's a good night. The low lighting of the club is hazy through smoke, giving the place that dreamy quality that just makes the music sound all the better. There's plenty of appropriate applause after Charlie's sax solo, and when the song ends and Willie announces a short break in the set, Rat sets his guitar down and his gaze goes straight to the stool at the near end of the bar.
He's young, and Willie keeps telling him he's got his whole life ahead of him, a great future as a musician or a teacher, or maybe both. With that comes the warning not to settle too soon, or maybe just not to settle for her, but there she is. Marietta has a waterfall of black curls, dark eyes, and a sultry smile. She's also wearing a dress that hugs every curve, and when he looks for her, she's looking back at him. His Italian princess has all the passion and fire to match his quiet calm, and he's been head over heels for months, now.
Something about the scene is a little distracting, though. The person sitting beside Marietta seems very familiar, but he just can't place them, and his mind races desperately to figure out where he knows them from as he comes over to see his girl.

((Younger Rat! Your character doesn't have to be sitting beside his girl, if you've got other ideas, but it's an easy in. He might take some talking to to recognize anyone he did not know at that point in his life.))

The Bad

He's leaning over helping a freckled boy with glasses, teaching him the proper fingering for a chord, when the distant whistle starts. At first, He doesn't even pay any attention to it. The noise is unfamiliar, but he's got a classroom full of twenty-some middle-schoolers all with various musical instruments, so as long as it's not the kind of noise that sounds like trouble, it's just fine. Experimentation is a good way to learn an instrument, and the kids know they're allowed to mess around with them while he's focused on helping someone.
The whistle gets louder and closer, fast, and that's a little weird. He looks up just in time to be nearly blinded by the explosion. All around him is dark and muddy, ruined ground. Bodies lie strewn in positions too awkward to be the poses of the living. It's a battlefield. The second World War is being fought across an ocean, and Rat was deferred as a teacher, yet somehow now he is here, in the middle of a war zone.
So are his students, still chatting softly and playing around with their newly budding music skills. Two girls giggle as one of them gets a very undignified sound out of her flute. The bombs are still dropping all around, and the sound of close gunfire makes Rat flinch. He sees figures running and yelling nearby, through a haze of smoke, or possibly gas.
Then the bright walls of the music room are around him again, a safe, secure perimeter. Except there's still bodies on the floor, and the sounds of war all around. The boy with the guitar, no longer getting his teacher's attention, tugs Rat's sleeve. "My fingers keep slipping, though..."

((Likely possibilities for interlopers in the dream are to be put in the spot of a student, or a soldier. The scenery is likely to flicker back and forth and mix, so what scene your character perceives and what Rat perceives at any given moment may differ.))

The Ugly

It's been raining, but the sunset is reflected in the puddles as Rat steps off the bus. He didn't mean to stay so late after school, working on lesson plans, but he's got a substitute job tomorrow between the classes he usually takes, and then he's hoping to spend most of the weekend keeping Willie company. He's tired, and every morning it takes an effort to drag himself out of bed and face life, but just for this moment he can appreciate the beauty of the light on wet pavement. Things smell a little cleaner, after a good rain.
As he opens the door to their apartment, Rat calls out to Marietta, "It's real pretty outside, just now. You should come lo-"

The place is empty. Not just empty of her, although that's the note that really rings out clear in his head. Their broken-down sofa is still there. The drapes are still there. They really don't have all the accoutrements of a settled, married life that they should, at their age, but it's still pretty obvious the place has been more or less ransacked. Every photo is turned face down. His guitar is smashed and hanging against a corner of the coffee table. In the middle of the table, there's a note, and the loopy handwriting is all hers. It's labeled 'Markus' on the folded flap.
Somehow, he's not sure he needs to open it and read the rest. She's gone. She took most of his life with her.

((Your character is welcome to be wherever you'd like, wandering the apartment, coming up behind him from the street, whatever!))
purplishgreen: (attention)

The Bad

[personal profile] purplishgreen 2013-06-20 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
She's fighting in a war, and she's a soldier, that's what she was trained to do, but somehow this is not any battle she's ever been in. Around her is not an elite asari commando unit, fighting as much as with biotics as with firearms, but humans, and the gun in her hands is nothing like the weapons she's familiar with. The smell of gunpowder is sharp in her nose, and that's strange, too.

And then she's stumbling into a classroom of all places, full of children and music and everything that should be good and safe; she looks up to see Rat, and there's a flicker of acknowledgement in her face.
purplishgreen: (oh?)

Re: The Bad

[personal profile] purplishgreen 2013-06-21 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you a fool? Do you wish to die?"

She's caught up in the immediacy of the moment, and there are too many variables to keep track of -- the fight, the children, Rat here in front of her looking entirely out of place but she's not even certain what that place might be.

"We must get to safety, all of us."
purplishgreen: (yes)

Re: The Bad

[personal profile] purplishgreen 2013-06-25 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Breathing hard, Shiala stares at the classroom around her, baffled, the reality (or lack thereof) of the situation beginning to dawn on her. She looks at Rat for an answer, since if this is a dream, it certainly isn't hers.

"What is this?"

She steps closer to him, lowering her gun.

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dowhatisays: (espresso)

The Good

[personal profile] dowhatisays 2013-06-21 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
While Charlie isn't entirely sure how he got here, it's not an unusual enough situation for him to question it much. It's a bar. He orders a drink. And then takes a moment to appreciate the good-looking broad next to him. He has a strange sense like he's about to wait for something to happen. In the mean time, the locale's not so bad.
nevermindtherunning: ([ten] my thinking face)

Day 85; the Good

[personal profile] nevermindtherunning 2013-06-23 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
It had been a while since the Doctor had been to the bar, especially this type of atmosphere. Although there was that one time in the Ytur space colony...

He feels the eyes upon him, and he turns. Something about the man looking in his direction looked awfully familiar. The Doctor couldn't place where exactly he had seen him, but knew he had... somewhere... somewhen. And then he notices he's more focused on the woman beside him.

"I think he's looking for you." He nodded towards Rat, indicating for her to look over.
nevermindtherunning: ([ten] goofy smile)

[personal profile] nevermindtherunning 2013-06-26 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
The Doctor leans forward, like an eager child, resting on his forearms before eagerly speaking, "Great playing out there! Really, it's quite good!" Live music seemed like such a lost art in so many times. Of course it has a resurgence in the 67th century as 'retro' and 'vintage' ways of living became popular again for about a decade or so.

"You're quite lucky to know such an artist." The Doctor grins to the woman next to them.
nevermindtherunning: ([ten] Looking back)

[personal profile] nevermindtherunning 2013-07-02 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
The Doctor meets the handshake, lingering for a moment to place that name, and then it hits him - He knew him!

And yet why had he been dreaming of so many people from Kore. Why had he been dreaming at all? That wasn't like him.

"Hello! I'm the Doctor!" He didn't elaborate on the question, only offered a smile before finally releasing his grip and turning around. "We've met before. In a different place, I believe."

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burnburnburn: (looks like he's ten here)

The Ugly

[personal profile] burnburnburn 2013-06-23 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Dilandau found himself in the bathroom when he entered the dream. It's been a few days since this all started, so he stayed still until he heard Rat's voice. That's not anyone he has to worry about consequences from.

He wanders out into the main room, taking a good look at the pathetic little space and the expression on Rat's face.

"It looks like you've been robbed." He lifts up a photograph to have a look, more curious about the surroundings than whatever suffering Rat might be experiencing at the moment.
burnburnburn: (finger lips)

The Ugly

[personal profile] burnburnburn 2013-06-27 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not here because I want to be."

He cocks his head as he looks at photograph and then around the room once again.

"So your woman left? I can't blame her, if this is really the state you lived in."
burnburnburn: (vino)

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[personal profile] burnburnburn 2013-07-05 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
"You should have kept her on a shorter rein." He's casual, obviously unsympathetic. He decides not to mention that the place looks as shabby as Rat tends to come across.

He leaves the photos alone to perch on the sofa. He's never seen the man in a crisis and he's curious about how he'll react.

"So what are you going to do now? Break something? Drink? Weep?" He keeps watching Rat from the corner of his eye as he leans over to take that note on the coffee table.

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servingmichael: Did I hurt your delicate princess feelings? (This is my Lucifer face)

The Good

[personal profile] servingmichael 2013-07-04 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Raphael settles on his seat. There's a drink in his hand, who knows where it came from, and he doesn't seem too invested in downing it quickly - under the best of circumstances, he sips his drink rather than gulps it. He knows he shouldn't be here, for many reasons, but he's content, for now, to let this play out.
servingmichael: (At ease here)

[personal profile] servingmichael 2013-07-12 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Directed at him or no, it flies right over Raphael's head. Instead he's focused on the music, sipping slowly on his drink, subtly tapping out a beat in time with the music.

Finely he asks, "Do you know the band?"
servingmichael: (Quiet serene gaze)

[personal profile] servingmichael 2013-07-17 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
"I do, my family is quite musically inclined, my elder brother taught me to sing." His voice is fond, even warm. Lucifer had sung so beautifully once, even if he'd rarely thought about it now. And Gabriel was always full of joy.

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