Dreamhoppers Roleplay

Santiago skimmed the letter, nodding. It was almost exactly like his, save for a few differences that he assumed were personal to Ishmael. "This seems like too much trouble to be a prank or an ordinary kidnapping. Maybe they'll tell us more when the rest of the people who got the letters show up... assuming there even are other people."

Elle walked briskly through the airport, weaving through gates. She didn't have any particular destination, but nobody had given her any direction as to where she was supposed to go, which only increased her fleeting suspicion. Walking circles around the airport seemed to be just as productive. This is sketchy af. First I get pulled out of school with no warning whatsoever, driven across the state and the driver doesn't say a word to me for the whole trip, and then I wait at a dinky little airport in the middle of Nowhere, USA for three hours? What am I waiting for!? She sighed, eventually stopping at a random gate at pressing her head down onto the top of her trunk. I've gotten myself into a huge mess, haven't I?

"You can say that again," Ishmael grumbled. "Fourteen hours of flying with a two hour layover in New York. And I can never sleep on planes. Hey what're you looking at?" They followed Santiago's gaze, watching the girl.

"Better to find out sooner than later," they answered bluntly. "Hey! You, over there in the shirt!" Ishmael called, standing up.

Sita's hand drifted up to her neck, her fingers coming to rest upon a bronze necklace she wore. It had been her grandmother's and her mother's in turn, and depicted the god Hanuman. Slayer of demons, she had been told when presented with it. You are not sleeping well. He may help you. Sita had been sceptical, although after taking it her dreams had become somewhat less frightening to her. Speaking of frightening...

She was sat by herself, her suitcase resting against her legs. The commotion of travellers around her was distracting, and it was already so difficult trying to find her way around that she was now completely lost. Doubts clouded her judgement. She wasn't even certain why she had come, only that nobody else could explain her dreams to her. What if this is just a huge scam? Or a prank?

"I'm Elle Quintillian, from New York." She tucked the lavender away behind her ear, glancing down the terminal. "Do you think it's research that they're doing? I would've thought that if they knew about the dream thing in general, they'd know the details."

(Okay guys! So I was thinking that they'd be taken to a big house somewhere out in the county (but near enough to some town), and somebody would leave case files full of suspects and stuff for cases they needed to solve through dream hopping on the table every once and awhile. They'd travel to see these people accordingly if they needed to track someone not in the file, etc. Thoughts?)

(I think we can add a note of creepiness by having rooms set up fully stocked for them with a lot of their interests, and maybe even replicas of some of their ordinary clothes and possessions. Just to note that they've been watched for a while before this. Their employer would be completely anonymous through this entire thing)

Santiago scanned the airport quietly, green eyes flicking around. "Try to find someone that looks out of place here." After a moment, he found his eyes resting on a brown-skinned girl seated by herself. Her posture and expression told him enough. "The girl, over there. Bronze necklace."

(I was also thinking that if they stay in a dream for too long or get stuck, they start experiencing symptoms of Vertigo or something, and start to have trouble distinguishing dreams from reality.)

(Yes. All of this sounds great. Going along with the anonymous employer thing, I assume then that they'll all be in the house by themselves with no adults. They'd have to maintain the farm facade on their own too.)

Ishmael looked up, locating the girl quickly and sighing. "Yeah, she looks like someone who got a creepy letter and is now lost and confused in a place she's never been before. Shall I go fetch her?"