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Who: Charlie and YOU
What: Dream plot catch-all
Where: Nightmare!Shop, Nightmare!Farm, Nightmares all over the place, except for maybe a couple fine memories that slip in.
When: Dream event.
How: Way2Go, Kore. You're being weird again
Warning: Violence, death, loads of murder, burning bodies, kidnapping, swearing (And anything else that comes up)

None of Charlie's dreams start out normal. Not most of the time. This night is no exception. There's a young girl in this one. Blonde. Blue eyed. The feeling coming from her is odd. It's rage, sure. But it's a calm rage, as if she's been pushed past her limit and has made a final decision. Around her, buildings burn. People, faceless, run from the buildings. Some of them are on fire and they seem to melt like wax. All of them are faceless.

A body lies nearby, one that the girl turns to look at and mixed with the rage are feelings of attachment and loss. Whoever he was, he'd been important. But now he's gone and the girl is alone.

There's the sound of feet running towards her, faceless men in business suits round a corner. They're armed, guns pointed at her but the small girl doesn't care.

They fire. The bullets explode inches away from her. She's unphased. A glance at the men and they're all burning and the girl continues on, that calm rage fueling her actions. Every step she takes, every person she sets fire to.

There's even a helicopter, bigger than normal. The windows are glowing eyes and the voice coming from it is distorted, demonic. The helicopters shadow seems to have arms that reach for the girl, but there's a flash and a definite rise in heat. The helicopter goes down, a ball of fire and twisted metal and then...it starts over.

"I mean it, I'll burn you up. I'll fry you!" It's the little girl again. The emotions are different. Panicked. And the man from before is standing nearby. His face is clear. There's obviously some relation there. There are faceless men in suits and any time they speak, their voices distorted, there's a sense of angry disbelief from the girl. Their words are bullshit.

"We just wanna talk to you, Charlie. If you'll just get in the car..."

"NO!"

The heat rises and the man standing beside Charlie warns the men. "Can't you feel what she's doing?"

An older man, late sixty's, steps onto the porch. It's a farmhouse. They're at a farm. The man is angry. He's not faceless, either. Neither is his wife. He's armed. The dream distorts, things twist to become more nightmarish and the men in suits look more like monsters. One of them steps forward and it becomes a flurry of gunshots, fire and cars exploding. More people melting and there's a feeling of control slipping from the little girl and suddenly everything's on fire.

"No, this isn't how it happened. Stop! STOP!" Panic, fear and a huge sense of guilt before the dream starts over.

These dreams don't seem to be all that visible. They're more like black and white flashes, really, with the occasional patch of color. Someone's blue eyes will show through the haze, or a red sweater with accompanied feelings of peace. The girl is significantly younger, hair tied up in pigtails one moment or swinging on swings with her parents the next. She's happier, oblivious.

There's a birthday cake. She's five. But there's no candle. That's fine. Each room seen, there's a fire extinguisher. First aid kits. This is normal to her. Don't all homes have this?

There's laughter from a hazy scene of a family watching TV and then there's a monkey at a zoo, the girls full attention on it as her parents stand nearby. Just simple flashes, even one of her, older, at a farm. Chasing chickens and laughing at the way they panicked.

But these dreams are so hard to see, as if they're not normal. They just happened.

(ooc: i'll put up other dreams in the comments, too. sorry this got so long.)

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He doesn't understand what is going on. These last couple days have been nightmareish to the Doctor, and yet this seems ever surreal, like an actual dream.

He's standing out in the fields, the lone person when he sees the farm house go up in flames and a girl screaming. Running faster and faster, he's unsure of the shapes around him, but the one thing he can see is the girl and he takes her hand, "Come with me."

Not allowing her a moment to reply, he runs away from the house and the figures with her tugged along.

Charlie doesn't hesitate because some part of her knows this man. Just a bit. He wasn't one of the monsters. Her hand, overwarm and probably a bit sweaty, slides into his and she starts running, too.

The huge sweater she wears, clearly meant for an adult and probably made by hand, flaps around her knees as she moves. She glances once over her shoulder to see the farm. It's gone and there's a sense of relief until she looks ahead and sees it, right from the beginning.

Hi, Doctor. Hope you don't mind that the kid you were just holding hands with is now the 19 year old girl you know from Kore.

She's watching the scene unfold, clearly just weirded out by being a viewer and not a participant.

"This is new. It usually just...repeats until I wake up with singed bedsheets." She sounds just so baffled by this, turning to look at the Doctor. "You're new, too."

"Yeah... I don't know how I got here." His brows are furrowed as he looks around the scenery, watching, waiting...

"I feel like I should know this?" But really it's because it's her feelings of recognition that he is feeling. And yet, given that he's empathetic of the situation, her uneasiness was rubbing off on him. If anything it was his mind was still a tad unsound given his return.

"It's how I dream. Memories of things that happened show up while I sleep, only changed."

People don't just turn into monsters like that where she's from. Some people are already monster enough.

"This happened when I was eleven."

The little girl is shouting again, demanding the men in suits leave. It's slowed down, though. Charlie's trying to prevent it from twisting too badly again.

He nods, listening to her as he continued to watch, then turns to look at her, "Care to change them, then?" He squats down to be more at her height, taking a hand in hers. "They're dreams, you can change them. They don't have to always be so scary."

The Doctor offers her a smile.

"How? They're memories." She doesn't think she can control this mess. Slow it down, sure. But change things?

Still, her hand slips into his. "Let's see what we can do."

He nods with a growing smile, and looks back up to the scene, wondering. "Ever heard of a sabotage? Fun Beastie Boys song, that one..."

The Doctor's gaze is now on the car, "Ever wanted to learn how to drive? ...I wonder if it's manual or automatic..." Now the question was, how could they sneak over there and not be caught.

It's a car from the eighties. Most likely manual. She looks up at the Doctor, almost smiling in return but the kids smile seems a bit broken. She hasn't used it in a very long time.

"What are you gonna do?" Whatever it is, she's in.

"We're going for a ride." He comments wryly and starts sneaking off.

"They all get out of car, yeah?" He decides they needed to move quite a distance away before making their way to where they need to be.

Slowly, carefully, he was watching the players in the dream closely.

"You're sneaky." The kid approves. She follows the doctor, nodding in response. They all got out of the car. They're not standing too far away but certainly aren't watching their vehicles.

This works for her.

"Very sneaky!" He replied cheerfully as he was crouched down, half running towards the car. "Ever get to ride in the front? Now's your chance!"

He finally makes it to the driver's side, but pauses to look over the hood of the car, watching the scene, "Who are they, anyway? Do you know?" He never saw a point to talking to children like, well, children. Perhaps it was a hold over with Time Lords, as 'baby talk' never existed in their society. Most kids wanted to be treated as equals anyway.

"They're Shop. They think they own me." God bless you, Doctor. Charlie hates being condescended to. She's more grown up than most kids her age. She's also been through more than most people, so she thinks.

"I can start fires and it's because of something they did." Whether she doesn't want to get into it or doesn't know what, that's not clear. What is clear is she just doesn't like those men. They're monsters to her.

"They keep following us everywhere."

"Start fires?" He glances over to her, now finally recognizing who she was or at least grows up to be and has a brief look of surprise. This was a new development... Wait, but how exactly did he get here again?

Shouts before them, returned his attention elsewhere and he nods to her, "Right, let's go." And he quietly opens the door and motions for her to crawl in. Good, the keys were still there.

He'd been here for two days. That's all it had taken. Two days, before the world went crazy. Or at least that was how it seemed. Julian didn't totally know where he was. It was hard to retain memories from one dream to the next as his consciousness moved around. He couldn't control it, and only partly understood that anything was wrong. He hadn't truly connected the fact that he was in dreams other than his own.

But this was weird. The dream was full of faceless people and streets he didn't know, places he'd never seen. There's a fucking enormous helicopter, a little girl, and people keep firing bullets. Even though those bullets seemed to pass through him in the dream, he kept raising his shield against them. Some instincts were hard to kill.

He found himself beside the little girl, the one who's setting fire to fucking everything. He had it in his mind that she was the key somehow, the thing that was keeping him here in this dream full of fire and faceless people.

"Hey kid. Kid!" One of his metal hands reached for her. He didn't even know if he'd be able to touch her. "Kid, knock it the hell off! What are you doing? This has to end, now!"

"No." There's that calm rage again. How can someone so small be so angry and full of so much hate? Well, she'll tell you. She's a lot more talkative in her dreams about this than she is in reality and when Charlie wakes up, she'll pray this didn't actually just happen.

"They deserve it. They kidnapped me, kept me from my daddy. Stuffed me so full of pills to keep my ability down that I couldn't do anything but cry and then they killed my dad. I'm done with them!"

And there are more people on fire, more buildings start to burn. "They shoulda just left us alone."

Gave her pills to keep her ability down. Julian takes his eyes off the fire and focuses on her. He won’t die here, it’s not real. He’s pretty convinced of that. He knows it’s a dream, and that it’s not his. If it were, he’d be able to control it, wouldn’t he? That’s how it’s supposed to work when you realize you’re dreaming.

But this isn’t his dream, it’s hers. And she looks so familiar. He’s seen her before, but something’s wrong. Something’s different. Maybe she hadn’t been, I don’t know, on fire the last time he saw her.

“They wanted to make you human, huh? Wanted to make you normal, like them. Well, you aren’t normal, you’re better than that! Better than them, so stop it. Don’t be like them. This isn’t real! You have to break out of this, or you’ll just keep killing them over and over again! Don’t you see what’s happening?”

This is different. Shiala's dreams are ones of ancient plants and other minds, of voices that itch in her head and urge her to obey. This is different. It's almost peaceful.

She walks through these flashes of memory -- and dimly, she sees them for that -- passing from one scene to another with gentle curiosity, searching for the little girl at the source.

It's a birthday party now. Subtle. Sounds muted save for the voice of one female and one male. Emotionally, they're significant enough to have their faces clear and the little girl in the middle of it resembles them both. Her mothers eyes, her fathers nose and a smirk all her own. She turns to look at Shiala, head tilting just a bit.

"Hello. What's your name?" Part of Charlie knows this is a dream and assumes Shiala is part of it, but part of her is that eight year old kid in pigtails so this woman is a curiosity. One she isn't afraid of.

"My name is Shiala." She kneels down to better speak with Charlie, her expression gentle. "Is this party for you?"

So it would seem. A birthday, perhaps, or some other small celebration with the family. Something that humans take as significant, at any rate.

"That's a pretty name." She says with a small smile. She looks at the party again, nodding a bit.

"I turned eight!" She says this proudly, a grin on her small face.

Eight. It seems unimaginably young to Shiala, but she barely remembers being eight. Humans are different, she knows, but even so.

"How exciting," she says. "What do you do at your party?"

Because she's curious. Zhu's Hope doesn't have much in the way of children.

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" We play games and eat cake and --" Charlie's words are cut off. Somewhere in the house, a phone rings. Her parents shoot each other worried looks before her dad runs off to answer. Charlie follows him with concern on her face. Her father says hello twice and after receiving no answer, he hangs up. His features are drawn, tired and worried.

Charlie doesn't seem to like this much. She looks over at Shiala.

"This happens two times a day. Sometimes more. It scares them."

She looks over Charlie's parents, frowning slightly. She's never seen a telephone, exactly, but she recognises it as some sort of communication device, certainly. The concept isn't unfamiliar.

And harassment isn't unfamiliar either. Of course it would be frightening. On the face of it, Shiala can see no reason for it, but this is a haunted household.

"This is a special day for you. You should not let this intrude upon enjoying your birthday."

Something's going on. She's pretty sure she's still dreaming but this isn't her dreams. She knows her dreams and never has she dreamt of helicopters and little angry girls.

Ellen follows the little girl and then gets around her to the front. Ellen isn't holding a gun, she isn't threatening at all. She just wants to talk to her. Instead of standing, she crouches down.

"Hey, kiddo." Her voice is soft. "It's okay. C'mere. I won't let them hurt you any more." She whispers the words and holds out her hand. Behind her, men race up, guns drawn. Ellen turns and shoots them, then turns back to the little girl. "Never again, alright?"

Charlie watches Ellen, eyes wide. She's ready to step back and just start running when she sees her, so unsure of her. But she doesn't. She stays, watches the woman with an almost lost look on her face.

"You're not one of them." Which is more observation than question. And if Ellen isn't one of them, then who is she?

"It repeats. It always repeats." Her dreams. It'll start over in a minute or two. For now, everything's slowed down and the men Ellen shot didn't so much drop as they simply stopped moving.

"Not today." Ellen holds out her hand again. "Come on. You come with me. It's going to be okay." She doesn't know why she's saving this little girl, but Jo is her baby and Jo is blonde and she needs to save all of them.

The hairs on the back of her neck stand up since the men don't fall. She glances around.

"You know the way out?" She wants out of here. This is all wrong.

Charlie looks uncertain, looking up at the woman again. Who was she? She felt like she knew her but from where?

"Its a memory. It repeats. There is no way out." To accompany this statement, Charlie slowly twirls a finger in the air, a vague circle. The memory will just go and go until she wakes up.

Ellen scowls. "They did this to you?" It's almost a growl. She can't believe that humans would do this to a child.

Wait. She can believe it. She just generally hopes it doesn't.

"Not today." Ellen walks over and takes the girl's hand. "Today, it stops. Remember something better. Something happy. Anything at all." She will get this girl out of here if she has to do it by force.

Raphael is still getting the feel of this dreamscape and how it works. So the dream plays, over and over. The first time he's not really there - a wisp of light or smoke. And each time, he's there more and more, a being untouched by the heat and flames. Occasionally someone will get to near him and explode, as Chuck once put it, like a water balloon full of chunky soup.

But each time, Raphael is getting closer and closer to the little girl.

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