You may have your work cut out for you, my dear. I have no idea where to even begin speaking about these things. Considering all that could be talked about.
[She relaxed, setting her head to the side for a moment and getting into a comfortable position. She'd already practiced sipping tea in this way. She could handle it, even if it was weird to have to do it with her head detached.
Or rather... whatever seems appropriate. You mentioned 'topics that will be shocking to some' when you messaged me, right? Is there anything in particular I should be warned about?
From the beginning? I'm not even sure where to begin. If we talk about the beginning of my time here, we begin with the day I found myself transformed into a plastic doll in a great box like some perverse toy... but I'm not sure if that's what really gets to me here.
As for shocking... so many things, but I think I was referring to the fact that I have experienced death here in graphic and grisly fashion. And at night, I keep seeing the events happen. It wrecks my sleep. Makes it hard to concentrate at times. Like I'm trapped in those moments.
That is absolutely a thing that happens here. This place makes a concerted effort to remind us that, to each other and to this world, we are connected by old tales and fiction. Like interwoven dreams. But some within it try very hard to make us feel as if we are not real.
[She grunted, looking almost just... annoyed by it. She'd been seeing hints of that nature for nearly two years now, and it was annoying to have them flung in her face when they happened. Mother Superior's latest attempt hadn't helped.]
Tea... can help sometimes. It does nothing right now. The first month after you die, you are plagued by nightmares of your death. They almost never go away no matter what you try.
It does help calm me a little, but the number of things that come back has gotten worse, especially lately.
Not feel like we're not real - you mean, like we're fictional characters from some television show or something?
[She says this quizzically...
...as if she doesn't have that very experience. Inaba knows that in some worlds, her life is fiction. Hell, she has proof of it in her very own home. Not that she'll let up on that fact.]
I see.
I wonder if that's due to some sort of ability... it doesn't sound natural. [Honestly, she's never had nightmares of her own personal death from back in the Hotel she was in prior to this. But then again, her own death was more comedic than traumatizing.] But 'almost', huh.
I'm no expert on the matter, but has anyone made an attempt to try lucid dreaming? I don't know if it'd even work in this case, but lucid dreaming in a nightmare like that might be helpful.
[Just twist the nightmare in some way to your own personal gain.]
That is exactly what I mean. Our worlds are connected by dreams, I believe, but because of the connection their imaginations have bred stories based on our lives. I've... seen what appears to be a video game based on my life.
[she frowned angrily as she said it. Their understanding was similar. In this world, they were fictitious, but Mother Superior had been trying to make them feel as if they weren't actually real, just fabrications of Sodder's dreams]
I've also seen a rather insulting mouse pad. That sort of thing is ... disconcerting at best.
The nightmares? They are not. It's a side effect that happens when we're brought back to life here. For a month, we dream of the night we died. It ... tends to make it hard to stop dreaming of it, if I were honest.
Lucid Dreaming? [Another frown. It wasn't a bad idea.] IF this place is a dream it might be a powerful tool, but I take it you mean in the dreams I'm speaking of? Then no.
[She doesn't sound too shocked, strangely enough, but that's because of her prior experiences.]
I can't say that I've experienced a video game based off of my life.
[There is, in fact, a video game that is based off of her character, but seems to deviate from her life story. Even if it's a possibility for her 'future'.
But a mouse pad, huh... well, that isn't the worst thing she's seen. But then again, she has dakimakuras of her boyfriends. She is not one to talk.]
A side effect -
[She hums to herself thoughtfully, resting a hand under her chin.]
I wonder what causes it. Or why. I don't get it.
[Since 'coming back' shouldn't be like that...
But other worlds could be different, she supposes.]
Yes. Well, I did mean in the dreams that you're speaking of. You might not be able to change everything in your dreams, but maybe... change minor things? Like - make a huge rubber duck appear, the size of a skyscraper.
[She sighed as she said it, breathing out slowly and focusing on what felt like the more important topic immediately at hand.]
I think... it is less of a punishment and more that it is hard to keep bringing us back. The longer it happens, the more it happens the longer it takes, and things are 'wrong' in the process.
[The thought of lucid dreaming made sense. Like the Great Sleep, only to make it silly...]
You mean, make the dream ridiculous so that it is less terrifying, in essence? I'm not sure how well it would work, but it is a thought.
I wonder why it's difficult in the first place... the logic of this world?
[She's died once and coming back was hilariously easy. And she knows that she can come back as many times as she wanted to easily as long as there was a replacement body for her.]
And yeah - that's basically what I'm saying. Plus, you can change the configuration of how ridiculous it is every night. Sure, it's a shot in the dark, but it's something.
The logic and magic of a dream world, without question. It is simply a matter of resources where I come from. Expensive, costly, time consuming but doable.
Here, I believe it is because of the dream itself. And you may be on to something there. I know that ... visions have tried to guide us to assume our imagination has real power here.
[She sighed.]
Remembering having my head chopped off night after night is not doing my mood any favors, bluntly put.
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And don't worry - I'm good at knocking people back on topic.
[Just give her a moment to make the tea and then head into the living room, though.]
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[She relaxed, setting her head to the side for a moment and getting into a comfortable position. She'd already practiced sipping tea in this way. She could handle it, even if it was weird to have to do it with her head detached.
Like relearning how to use her body.]
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Or rather... whatever seems appropriate. You mentioned 'topics that will be shocking to some' when you messaged me, right? Is there anything in particular I should be warned about?
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As for shocking... so many things, but I think I was referring to the fact that I have experienced death here in graphic and grisly fashion. And at night, I keep seeing the events happen. It wrecks my sleep. Makes it hard to concentrate at times. Like I'm trapped in those moments.
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[Her response is rather bland, and it seems that she doesn't show any shifts in her expression. And that includes when she talks about her own death.
Inaba herself has died before, but hers was peaceful in comparison to a lot of other people's.]
Well - have you tried taking something calming before you go to bed? Chamomile tea, for example.
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[She grunted, looking almost just... annoyed by it. She'd been seeing hints of that nature for nearly two years now, and it was annoying to have them flung in her face when they happened. Mother Superior's latest attempt hadn't helped.]
Tea... can help sometimes. It does nothing right now. The first month after you die, you are plagued by nightmares of your death. They almost never go away no matter what you try.
It does help calm me a little, but the number of things that come back has gotten worse, especially lately.
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[She says this quizzically...
...as if she doesn't have that very experience. Inaba knows that in some worlds, her life is fiction. Hell, she has proof of it in her very own home. Not that she'll let up on that fact.]
I see.
I wonder if that's due to some sort of ability... it doesn't sound natural. [Honestly, she's never had nightmares of her own personal death from back in the Hotel she was in prior to this. But then again, her own death was more comedic than traumatizing.] But 'almost', huh.
I'm no expert on the matter, but has anyone made an attempt to try lucid dreaming? I don't know if it'd even work in this case, but lucid dreaming in a nightmare like that might be helpful.
[Just twist the nightmare in some way to your own personal gain.]
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[she frowned angrily as she said it. Their understanding was similar. In this world, they were fictitious, but Mother Superior had been trying to make them feel as if they weren't actually real, just fabrications of Sodder's dreams]
I've also seen a rather insulting mouse pad. That sort of thing is ... disconcerting at best.
The nightmares? They are not. It's a side effect that happens when we're brought back to life here. For a month, we dream of the night we died. It ... tends to make it hard to stop dreaming of it, if I were honest.
Lucid Dreaming? [Another frown. It wasn't a bad idea.] IF this place is a dream it might be a powerful tool, but I take it you mean in the dreams I'm speaking of? Then no.
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[She doesn't sound too shocked, strangely enough, but that's because of her prior experiences.]
I can't say that I've experienced a video game based off of my life.
[There is, in fact, a video game that is based off of her character, but seems to deviate from her life story. Even if it's a possibility for her 'future'.
But a mouse pad, huh... well, that isn't the worst thing she's seen. But then again, she has dakimakuras of her boyfriends. She is not one to talk.]
A side effect -
[She hums to herself thoughtfully, resting a hand under her chin.]
I wonder what causes it. Or why. I don't get it.
[Since 'coming back' shouldn't be like that...
But other worlds could be different, she supposes.]
Yes. Well, I did mean in the dreams that you're speaking of. You might not be able to change everything in your dreams, but maybe... change minor things? Like - make a huge rubber duck appear, the size of a skyscraper.
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[She sighed as she said it, breathing out slowly and focusing on what felt like the more important topic immediately at hand.]
I think... it is less of a punishment and more that it is hard to keep bringing us back. The longer it happens, the more it happens the longer it takes, and things are 'wrong' in the process.
[The thought of lucid dreaming made sense. Like the Great Sleep, only to make it silly...]
You mean, make the dream ridiculous so that it is less terrifying, in essence? I'm not sure how well it would work, but it is a thought.
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[She's died once and coming back was hilariously easy. And she knows that she can come back as many times as she wanted to easily as long as there was a replacement body for her.]
And yeah - that's basically what I'm saying. Plus, you can change the configuration of how ridiculous it is every night. Sure, it's a shot in the dark, but it's something.
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Here, I believe it is because of the dream itself. And you may be on to something there. I know that ... visions have tried to guide us to assume our imagination has real power here.
[She sighed.]
Remembering having my head chopped off night after night is not doing my mood any favors, bluntly put.