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Something pulled at his mind--tore forcefully at it, inexorable and inescapable. A sucking, draining force....

He could hear ... only vaguely. Alarms, weapons fire, the screams of the dying, heard and felt. He could feel reality twisting, pulling in on itself, the energy streams of time capsules labouring to escape the collapse....

Panic. Utter panic the likes of which the planet had not shown in millenia. Abject fear....

The pulling increased. Twisted. Reality buckled in on itself in a huge black welter of pain and oblivion....

Date: 2006-10-28 06:14 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] ockette.livejournal.com
Clair felt responsible. She hadn't told him that there would be withdrawal symptoms with this new variant. She slipped in carefully, making sure to make footholds for herself in the chaos as she searched for Rassilon.

Date: 2006-10-28 06:20 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] inthetower.livejournal.com
He was trapped while reality imploded around him, formless, only able to feel and hear and see. Around him was a complex network of what turned out to be ... sticks. Familiar-looking sticks.

Inside, his mind curled inward, trying to buffer itself against the chaos.

Date: 2006-10-28 06:28 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] ockette.livejournal.com
Hmm, sticks. Where has she seen those before? Formless herself, just catfeet sure in the storm, Clair approached him, the center of the dream.

Date: 2006-10-28 06:52 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] inthetower.livejournal.com
It was quite possible that she could get in, but he could not get out, curled against the maelstrom. His mind was no more than a flickering, manycoloured point of radiance.

Date: 2006-10-28 07:09 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] ockette.livejournal.com
She used her grey presence to dampen down the cacophany, like heavy fog stealing in. The elements of the dream were too powerful for her to banish, but she could intercede.

"Rassilon."

Date: 2006-10-28 07:19 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] inthetower.livejournal.com
"Where are you...?"

A strained mindvoice could be heard and the colours shifted.

Date: 2006-10-28 07:20 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] ockette.livejournal.com
"Here." She reached out to encircle him, a barrier between him and the menacing sticks and the chaos. "Right here."

Date: 2006-10-28 07:52 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] inthetower.livejournal.com
The grey presence surrounded him, though he still didn't uncurl.

"... gone...."

Date: 2006-10-28 07:55 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] ockette.livejournal.com
"You're dreaming." Warmth, and light that had no source. There was something affectionate, almost maternal in her voice.

"A dream, Rassilon."

Date: 2006-10-28 08:05 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] inthetower.livejournal.com
"... dream ..."

His mind coalesced somewhat, gaining cohesion. "It happened ... but ... not now."

Date: 2006-10-28 08:07 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] ockette.livejournal.com
"I know. But you're not there now. You're safe, at home, and Miss Kiam is asleep beside you."

She rolled him together with himself like a child might roll clay.

Date: 2006-10-28 11:20 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] inthetower.livejournal.com
He was rolled into a small ball, wrapped in soft, grey dream-stuff.

"Why did this ... why did this come to me? I've put this out of my memory." He leaned into the dreamstuff that was Clair.

Date: 2006-10-28 11:29 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] ockette.livejournal.com
"Could be the Nexus, or the drug, or what happened in the Sanctuary." Not to draw his attention to that last event...

Clair bouyed him up, carefully trying to mold him back into his own shape.

Date: 2006-10-28 11:42 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] inthetower.livejournal.com
"That'd ... explain the sticks... the creature manipulates fear. I thought I'd rid myself of its effect."

He seemed to be forming into a vaguely Rassilon-shaped light.

Date: 2006-10-28 11:44 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] ockette.livejournal.com
Nod, nod. That's better. "I'm sorry I left you behind."

Date: 2006-10-29 01:16 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] inthetower.livejournal.com
"You had someone to protect. She's all right, isn't she?"

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