interstellar5555 | 002 ✽ Come back! Even as a shadow, even as a dream

A) Dreams of the Sea FoB Penthouse, 11/1

[The sudden lockdown had not sat entirely well with Rei. She hadn’t exactly had exciting plans, and what few she did mostly involved going to a small Samhain celebration with a group of local pagans she’d met at a new age shop. They hadn’t known her identity, and she’d kept that under wraps, but being suddenly allowed out annoyed her. It was a missed opportunity to learn about something she’d been interested in, and she didn’t deal with denial well. Angel hadn’t had any trouble from her beyond a sour look, but it was obvious to anyone by the way she was staring out the window that it bothered her. The manager left, seeming content to let things lie though, since if Rei didn’t want to do anything more than sulk a little it wasn’t a problem.

The view from the penthouse window was nothing short of amazing, a picturesque look at a stormy November sea, with dark clouds gathering over the grey waves. It wasn’t anything Rei would ordinarily find beautiful, but something about it drew her today. And that’s when it hit her, a tidal wave of memory washing over the girl, sending her tumbling backwards on the couch in a sudden jerk. Laying there, she just drank that in, clutching her head in her hands and trying not to make a noise. She didn’t want to worry her bandmates, though anyone seeing this could hardly fail to think something was wrong.

The vision playing in her head was something odd. It wasn’t like the first two, nor was it even all that out of the ordinary. The only word she felt truly applied was: significant.

A crowd clapping, herself included, giving a standing ovation at a concert. The woman on stage was nothing short of gorgeous, and the violin she held in her hands Rei immediately recognized as a Stradivarius, the sound unmistakable. A pang of jealousy thrummed through her, not just for the violin, but for the obvious skill with which the woman played. It was nothing short of jaw-dropping, and even a virtuoso like Rei had to admit that she could likely never match the way this woman played. Soulful melodies, perfect poise and pitch, everything about the performance had been perfect, she knew. And when the woman began playing a second time, a new set, it was everything the young violinist could do to stop herself from closing her eyes and weeping. The music was that moving.

As her head rolled forward, her attention fixed not on the stage any longer, she found something. A clue? The concert’s program, simply titled:

Kaioh Michiru, Dreams of the Sea.

And when the vision faded out and Rei found herself laying face down on the penthouse couch, the wave of emotions and feelings finally broke. Tears welled up in her eyes, staining the cushions. What was that?]

Who was that?

Why is this happening...?

B) Getting by Virgo HQ, 11/2-11/5

[No more strange visions, no more weird feelings save the obvious one of feeling trapped. Rei’s hardly happy to be here, and even less happy to be dealing with a fallen bandmate. Luce’s collapse had put her on edge, and she was simply unable to focus on much of anything. She still went to practice and managed to muddle through, but Angel had thankfully given them a light schedule for that, since one of the leads was bedridden. Which left Rei with no dearth of time on her hands, and little to do with it. So, she wandered the halls of Virgo, prowling the communal areas like an unhappy cat looking for a way out. When she did sit still, it was generally in one of the coffee lounges, sitting on her phone and texting absently. Occasionally she’d seem to blush as she read one, and giggle here and there. Expressions she naturally tried to hide, of course, but the astute observer might catch her.

More than that though, she’s also got out a sketch pad and can be seen doodling absently. There’s no focus there, but it’s something she can manage. You might even find her staring at you from across the room as she sketches. Call her out on it

Edited 2015-11-05 04:41 (UTC)

[And with that, a warm lush blanket is being draped across her body.]

I wish I could say, dear.

[Luce would have put it there quicker, if she weren't looking around to see if any of the others were around whether Doctor or Angel or the other two teenagers of their little band. Things shouldn't be so stressful when they're all stuck in a gorgeous penthouse in a wonderful building...]

[So what's going on here?]

[The blanket was well received at least. Rei rolled over a little bit, curling into an almost burrito-like state and looking up at Luce. Confusion roiled in her eyes, cheeks still stained with silent tears. She wasn't the sobbing sort, but she wanted answers. She really, really wanted answers.]

This stuff...isn't normal. It isn't right. I keep seeing these people, these places...and I don't understand them. [She swallowed, a thick, gummy feeling in her throat.] Like the castle. And your song...

It...[Chewing her lip, she tried to form words.] It's insane...

[With a grace that seems contradictory to her own turmoil, Luce draws herself down to the floor so that she's besides Rei. Softly, she brusehs some of the wet spots from Rei's face.]

It doesn't make any sense... I know. You're not alone in whatever is going on.

Once we are allowed to stretch our wings again, we can work on trying to find answers, alright? I'm sure there must be some sort of explanation... We just have to be patient.

It will be frustrating, but I'll be here, alright? I'll be here for you.

[Having no idea that Luce was going through anything of the sort, Rei simply stared, rolling a bit and reaching arms out to pull the sitting woman into a hug. It was so…irksome…with everything going on that she was having to rely on other people. It was nice, at least, having those other people to rely on though. She’d never had many friends, and never had much in the way of social skills, but the last few months had been a whirlwind and she found herself genuinely appreciative of them. Not for the fame and the money or even the music, but for the sense of belonging.]

This time…it was something normal. I don’t know what that says about me, I just…don’t want to think I’m going crazy. That we’re going crazy.

[It’s weighing on her heavily, because there’s a huge significance to these visions that just isn’t present anywhere else in her life.]

Is it crazy to dream about a beautiful violinist and a concert you’ve never been to?

Any crazier than being stuck in a spooky basement with thoughts trapped in the form of light?

[Luce murmurs it into Rei's hair, even as she hugs the younger woman back.]

You're not going crazy. I'm not sure what's happening, but I know it's not that.

I feel like I am. It's insane...

[Rei relaxes into that grip, just...drained and tired.]

But...she was so good. So much better than me. Better than I could hope to be. It was like she wasn't human.

[Continuing her soft strokes of Rei's hair, Luce hums softly.]

You're still young... So it shouldn't be surprising there are others with more experience who are better than you. If you wanted to be logical, I suppose someone could say... "It's just the stress of becoming a celebrity musician and the uncertainty of the future", or something like that.

[If they wanted to be logical... But so much doesn't feel logical lately.]

You know... I dreamed of my mother, last night.

[Logic flew right out the window with that castle, and with Doctor's police box...yeah.]

Your mother?

[Rei's voice quivers slightly, a little confused.]

Isn't that normal, though? I dream about mine, too.

Rei, Open

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