Dreamhoppers Roleplay

"I'll whistle on my way down so you know I'm alright," Santiago responded, giving her a small smile. He did nothing to betray the wild pounding of his heart as he slowly went down the stairs, whistling the same harp tune he had played earlier.

"It's a big room, but... Hold on, I'm feeling around for a light switch." There were a few shuffling movements, and then a click. Silence, before his voice floated upstairs in a small whisper. "You have to see this."

Santiago stared around the room, amazed. A direct contrast to the rustic, worn feel of the rest of the house, this room was all shiny and chrome-- large computers, state-of-the-art digital maps, a large table with four chairs and a screen built into the top.
"What do you think it's all for?"

"Ishmael and Elle," he responded. "Yes, they definitely have to see this. We need to go find them." With that, he turned on his heel, quickly scaling the steps.

Santiago's mind was quickly calculating, connecting, concluding. Their current predicament was like having to put together a puzzle without the reference image on the box; he could see bits and pieces of the image separately, but had no idea of the big picture. We're sent to a house in the middle of nowhere, with an entire fake backstory already created for us, and we have the dream-hopping ability in common. They've-- whoever they is-- have given us state-of-the-art technology. But why? Obviously we have a job to do here, but what could it possibly be?

Santiago turned around, slightly surprised by her voice. He had almost forgotten that she was there in his thought. "I'm wondering how all of this is related. We have some sort of job to do here, that's obvious enough, but what? And how will dream-hops incorporate into it?"

Santiago hesitated before answering. "I... I can control it, for the most part. Sometimes I do end up in a random dream, especially if it is a person I am curious about on some level. But it is true that I have spent much of my time since the ability appeared in me trying to study dreams, control it and harness it. You could say that it was my greatest goal, to control my powers."

"I think that the pattern to a random dream hop is just... Wanting," Santiago said softly. "But not so much for personal gain, either. It's very... Emotional, I guess. A subconscious display of emotion through power. Hopping on purpose... It's very difficult to master. It took me years of trying."

Santiago glanced at her, studying her in silence for a beat before speaking. "Yes, I do. I am a Catholic, like my family... Though I am not so conservative as them."