10428/Dreamscapes of the Immortal Mind

Dreamscapes of the Immortal Mind
Date of Scene:	13 December 2019
Location:	C-130 over the Pacific Ocean
Synopsis:	Dreams and reality collide.
Cast of Characters:	Indiana Jones, Phantasm (Drago), Silk

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Indiana Jones has posed:
Indiana Jones is sleeping in the jump seat, Cindy Moon settled in next to him. The Army blanket is keeping them both warm, but Indy sleeps fitfully.
The downside to many of the adventures he has had is that many of his adventures have gone almost FAMOUSLY wrong.
And in this dream, he is back on the tiny island. Belloq and the Nazis are about to open the Ark. He knows what is inside will kill anyone who looks upon it.
But Marion is not closing her eyes.
"Marion...don't look at it. For the love of GOD..."
They are bound to the post, but Marion is still looking. "Indyyyy...what is that light...? It's so BRIGHT..."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
It's been a long 24 hours. With Five Times Novel's final leg of the tour basically being revisiting of areas where the demand for their show was so great, it's led to some sporadic travels. They just arrived in Japan and they've got a couple of nights off before they actually have to perform their show. With the odd hotel arrangements, Nick is once again the odd man out. So why not use this time to get some practice in with his other *ahem* skill set?

Taking on his more common purplish black avian form, the phantasm flies into a dream. Indy's dream. And what a dream it is. The bird's flight falters a bit as the beaded eyes widen at the sight of Lots of Nazis and a couple tied up. The F-? "Oh hell no." The bird flies over to the tied up couple, landing on a bit of the rope. "Hang on, I'll get you two out of here." He narrates, giving whichever of the two suspected dreamers an audible cue that escape is coming.

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indy turns, but his eyes are closed. "Wha? Whoever you are, COVER her eyes. GOD is coming and HE IS PISSED!"
The wisps of energy flow out of the Ark of the Covenant. They are unearthly, the faces beautiful, but they are oddly static. Because they would be. Indy has never seen them.
"It is BEAUTIFUL!" the man in the priest's robes says, his arms held wide, the pinnacle of his desires fulfilled...but Phantasm can feel what Indy felt, a power beyond human imagining, and IT WAS COMING...

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Ah hah. The guy's the dreamer. Ok seems like he's got a game plan, might as well go along with it. "Got it." With a hop up the bird jumps onto Marion's head wraping all three feet of his wingspan around her head. "Ok eyes covered." He relays, looking over to Indiana, "You do know that this is your dream and you can control it, right?

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indy blinks. "What? What do you...?"
And that is about all he can manage, because that is when some...INHUMAN sounds come from all around them. Nick is immune to the events. He is not "here" like Marion and Indy were ("You call him Doctah JONES, doll!" seems to come out of nowhere, one of the bits of flotsam of dreaming).
Which means he has a ringside seat.
Men are screaming. Shrieking so loud their larynxes must be ripping apart by the effort. A rumbling roar can be heard. Then the bursts of energy. One Nazi camera had been rolling during this, and although it does not see what happens to the men around the Ark, that might be a blessing. Indy has seen the footage, so Phantasm sees it. Arcs of the purest white light burst from the altar, lancing outward to the Nazi observers, filling them with a pure glow that seems to empty them out, the bodies convulsing, dropping, and then the camera tilts slightly to see the altar.
The two men flanking the "priest"...are MELTING. Skin, then muscles, running like tallow. Hellfire surrounds Belloq, and he wears the face of a man looking into the Hell waiting for him.

And then the dream ends as Indy is SHOCKED awake. He jerks upward in his seat, jostling Cindy as he sits bolt upright...

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The bird holds on as Indy continues on this path, his head turning to watch the scene going on, The bird gives an unnatural grimace as the men melt away "Ok. That is just messe-"

Thwip! As the dream ceases and Indy pitches forward, the raven does as well, doing a flip as he ends up rolling down the aisle,"-UUuup!" There's a clank as the feathery figure smacks into metal. "-told you."

Silk has posed:
Cindy is huddled against Indy beneath the scratchy wool blanket and sleeping peacefully until...

"What the what??" She is instantly awake, her senses tingling overtime. "What just...What?" She blinks, looking around and back at Indy. "What's wrong? Something's wrong."

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indy is fast. He has a lot of quick in him, and quick counts for a lot. He sees the biggest raven he's even seen in his life, and then he has the bullwhip in his hand. It's almost like a magic trick how he is able to get it from the bag under his feet.

"...What the goddamn?!" he blurts out, staring at the ginormous bird in the cargo bay of the C-130.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The raven stays seated where it ends up, sprawled awkwardly at an angle with the head resting against the wall of the plane while the rest of the body is reclined on the floor of the plane. The slightly over two foot tall bird lifts up of the wings to rub at its head as it takes in its surroundings, looking over to the man with the whip. The bird gives a weak smile, lifting up a wing in a wave, "Oh hey again." The voice that spoke to Indy in the dream comes out. "Told you that you were dreaming." He pauses, opting to clarify, "WERE...Not now though. You're very much awake. So don't go try diving out of here without a parachute or anything like that." He looks over to Cindy, "Her too."

Silk has posed:
"Indy?" Dr. Jones has somehow dissolved into Indy, somewhere along the way. And she isn't even thinking about their cover at this point, because a big raven just /smiled/ and talked. How does a bird smile??

She turns back to the bird as he instructs them, and then back to Indy. "Yeah. No jumping without a parachute OR me." She nods definitively. "Cause you aren't leaving me with Smiley, here."

Indiana Jones has posed:
A talking bird. Just when he thinks this can't get weird ENOUGH. The hand with the bullwhip does lower, however.
"Who...or WHAT...are you? Because I'm apparently having one of my weirder days, and I'd like some damn answers. You were in the nightmare I was having. How the Hell did you get in there?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The bird scoffs as he adopts an overly dramatic tone, "Madam. Your words hurt me right here." The tip of his wing balls up, mimicking a fist as he taps his chest over where a heart would be.

Sighing, he presses his wings down on the floor, pushing himself onto his talons, assuming his ever intimidating height of, 26 inches before craning his head up to look to the two, eyes glancing to the whip and then back up to Indy, "Well, funny enough. I am actually human. But I kind of ran into someone and now I'm kind of a mix between human and..." His wings spread out in a pose, "this. So, currently I'm a phantasm." He glances towards one of the windows, "Um. Are we heading FROM Japan or To? Because I really wasn't expecting to end up on a plane."

Indiana Jones has posed:
A phantasm? Okay...hopefully it is being honest, he doesn't know exactly what a phantasm of this type is.
Indy begins to coil the bullwhip, then says, "Actually, I think we just overflew it. We're about..." He checks his watch. "...thirty minutes away from Seoul, South Korea." He eyed Phantasm speculatively. "What's in Japan for you?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The bird opens its mouth to answer before pausing and frowning, "...I actually can't say other than its work related." He sighs, rubbing the back of his head with a wing while he starts pacing in thought, "Ok. This can be managed, similar time zones... Might be a few extra jumps, but. Yeah." He nods, giving a relieved smile, "Ok I'm good. I can get back in time." He nods again, perhaps to reassure himself. He blinks. "And what's in Seoul for you two?"

Silk has posed:
"I'm exceedingly sorry for hurting you right...there....Smiley," Cindy says, leaning over to point at the indicated spot, before standing again. "I just...I mean you can't blame me for being a little startled when I awakened to a big talking bird where before there were zero talking birds." She does, however, defer her answer to the question about Seoul to Indy.

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indy looks at the rave, then says, "We're looking for something. Primarily because we want to keep someone else from getting it. Because immortality ain't what it's cracked up to be." He looked to Cindy. "Trust me on this."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The bird looks over to Cindy, staring as she starts apologizing, "It's ok. I was joking earlier. No harm... No Fowl." He pauses, for a moment, looking to the two before continuing, "Oh. A magic artifact.So, what is it, who are you two, what are you going to do with it, and who are you trying to keep from getting it?"

Silk has posed:
"That better not have been a pun, Smiley," Cindy says with all the conviction of a chick on a plane who just woke up to something she thought was impossible, only to be proven wrong. Which is...none. No conviction, what-so-ever.

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indy looks at the raven. "Uhm, I don't share my itinerary with anyone I just met, even if you are a large raven who enters dreams of people you don't know. But if you must know anything...I'm Indiana Jones, and this is my partner, Cindy Moon. We're headed to China."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Phantasm says, "Hmm. Well we're in the same boat then." The raven surmises, pausing to correct himself. "-plane." He looks over to Cindy, giving a bit of a smile. "Fowl." As he says it, a word balloon forms out of his beak, seemingly attached to his beak until the wing reaches up to pluck it away, holding it like an actual balloon. He looks to the word. "Too bad. Looks like it was a pun. What are you going to do about it?""

Silk has posed:
Cindy makes a sound that indicates, 'THE AUDACITY!' How dare he bring his speech bubbles on their nice cozy, frigid plane? "Okay, you gotta stop /that/," Cindy replies, moving closer to Indy. "This isn't some sort of comic book, y'know. This is serious business, and you're acting like it's a game, and to be perfectly frank, that speech bubble is FREAKING ME OUT..."

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indy nods, and then looks up as the intercom squawks, "Okay, you two...better get strapped in. We're about to start final approach, so things could get a little rough."
Indy looks to Cindy, then to the raven. "Guess we're going to have to cut this short. These things are not known for comfort, only results. Are you going to be okay getting back to...wherever you are?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The balloon vanishes into nothingness as the bird lets go. The wing bends back to tap his chest, "Phantasm. Dreams. Illusions. Ever shifting. It's what I do." He looks over to Indy. "Oh yeah man, I'm Coo. It's just a few more dream jumps than I was planning so I'll probably want to find a safe place to rest up before trying that. "

Silk has posed:
Cindy starts to speak, then hesitates. Despite the bird's warning, she feels there is no alternative to the conclusion that she is, indeed, in a dream. It is unsettling, and she steps back once more, this time half behind Indy....and them seats herself and fastens her harness. Silently.

Indiana Jones has posed:
The receiving crew waits patiently as the C-130 taxis over to the hangar, ready to offload the supplies.
As the rear ramps descends, they spot the trio exiting from around the first crate of vaccines. It is comprised of an adult wearing a fedora, a young Korean woman...and a strutting full-grown raven, walking after them in an almost-hopping walk.

Indy looks at the soldiers staring at the raven, then cocks a thumb behind him to the avian. "Don't worry...he's with us."
They look to each other, then shrug...

Because some days are weirder than others.