Erin looks positively delighted. At last, her room is presentable! Ignore the fact that the bed is the only extant piece of furniture, yes she lives like this.
Christ, if a new passenger shows up as her roommate...
...Well actually that will involve so many other problems so let's just ignore that for now.
Tucking Ruby in is nine thousand and one percent too much closeness for Erin to handle even if she thought Ruby wanted it, so she settles into a corner in a meditative pose, still Very Sweaty(tm) but, hey, she's worked while feeling worse. Her breathing becomes steady and slow, and soon the gunpowder haze around her matches it, floating forward and back in a metronome crackle that is so oddly peaceful.
Ruby drifts off to sleep, and to dream...
...
Ruby finds herself back at Beacon for a few moments, before the school dissolves like vapor along with everything around it, leaving behind a cool grey fog. From all around a familiar voice (who? It's so musical...) lets out a thoughtful little hum.
"Let's see, let's see," the voice hums. "Peaceful but not a lot of characters, where can I - got it!"
The fog swirls and parts, and Ruby Rose finds herself in an aquarium. The lights are dim - it's so very clearly after-hours - but the tanks are lit, showing lovingly-constructed environments for fish and aquatic life from all over Earth. A reef shark glides past her in its tank before vanishing behind the vibrant corals; soft music plays on a loop, filling the halls.
Someone's standing in front of a tank, watching it, delicate hands clasped behind her ice-mail. The familiar stranger turns her head and offers a sunny smile; where human eyes belong she has something not quite right. The veins of her eyes are green and spread like leaves, and where pupils belong are mismatched windows of vibrant stained glass, one depicting a blade, the other a blooming white rose.
She snaps her fingers, and Ruby is awake in herself.
"Welcome to your dream, produced and directed by me," Erin greets, full of a bright enthusiasm. "I haven't done this in a dog's age, I forgot how good it feels. This place is from my old world, I wanted somewhere neutral without a lot of people your mind wouldn't know and thus be unable to properly produce, so I culled a memory of breaking in here after hours to avoid the crowds."
She turns her head back to the tank, and her gunpowder crackles merrily. "When I'm working I won't wake you up like this, but once you learn to wake in yourself you'll probably be awake on your own anyway. Once that happens I'll just tuck myself into a nice corner and chat up your cast members."
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Date: 2022-10-19 06:56 pm (UTC)Christ, if a new passenger shows up as her roommate...
...Well actually that will involve so many other problems so let's just ignore that for now.
Tucking Ruby in is nine thousand and one percent too much closeness for Erin to handle even if she thought Ruby wanted it, so she settles into a corner in a meditative pose, still Very Sweaty(tm) but, hey, she's worked while feeling worse. Her breathing becomes steady and slow, and soon the gunpowder haze around her matches it, floating forward and back in a metronome crackle that is so oddly peaceful.
Ruby drifts off to sleep, and to dream...
...
Ruby finds herself back at Beacon for a few moments, before the school dissolves like vapor along with everything around it, leaving behind a cool grey fog. From all around a familiar voice (who? It's so musical...) lets out a thoughtful little hum.
"Let's see, let's see," the voice hums. "Peaceful but not a lot of characters, where can I - got it!"
The fog swirls and parts, and Ruby Rose finds herself in an aquarium. The lights are dim - it's so very clearly after-hours - but the tanks are lit, showing lovingly-constructed environments for fish and aquatic life from all over Earth. A reef shark glides past her in its tank before vanishing behind the vibrant corals; soft music plays on a loop, filling the halls.
Someone's standing in front of a tank, watching it, delicate hands clasped behind her ice-mail. The familiar stranger turns her head and offers a sunny smile; where human eyes belong she has something not quite right. The veins of her eyes are green and spread like leaves, and where pupils belong are mismatched windows of vibrant stained glass, one depicting a blade, the other a blooming white rose.
She snaps her fingers, and Ruby is awake in herself.
"Welcome to your dream, produced and directed by me," Erin greets, full of a bright enthusiasm. "I haven't done this in a dog's age, I forgot how good it feels. This place is from my old world, I wanted somewhere neutral without a lot of people your mind wouldn't know and thus be unable to properly produce, so I culled a memory of breaking in here after hours to avoid the crowds."
She turns her head back to the tank, and her gunpowder crackles merrily. "When I'm working I won't wake you up like this, but once you learn to wake in yourself you'll probably be awake on your own anyway. Once that happens I'll just tuck myself into a nice corner and chat up your cast members."