It's that one where you have to give a speech to a crowd of bears and wasps again

[stockingfeats]

You're having a nightmare, and you aren't alone. Someone is here with you in tonight's strange, dark dreamscape--for better or for worse.

1. Chased: Bears, tentacly monsters, giant vengeful wasps. You need to escape from it but you can't find a way.
   
2. Trapped: Elevator, sinking ship, cave. You're in and you can't get out.
   
3. Performance: It's often quoted that people fear public speaking more than they fear death. You don't know the script, you've never seen this Powerpoint, the teleprompter is blurry as hell... forget falling, you're about to die on stage.
   
4. Hated: You know those dreams where everyone you know accuses you of something terrible and they all hate you now? Yeah. It's that one tonight.
   
5. Disaster! You're on an island and a volcano erupts! You're next to a river and it floods! Never mind how geologically, climatologically, or physically likely it would be in this location in real life, it's happening now.
   
6. Haunting past: Your bad memories are just waiting for you to let your guard down, and what's more unguarded than sleep?
   
7. Wildcard: There are infinite nightmares in infinite combinations... why not put together your own?
   

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happy to be here 🤝

[satellitesongbird]

[ Cress nearly cries when she hears a voice answer her. The satellite shifts again until she's hanging with nothing but a white-knuckled grip on the edge of the hatch to keep her from tumbling back down. The moment he offers his hand, she grabs and clings. Cress tries to get a foothold on something so she can help, but her bare feet just slide off of the slick metal walls. The best she can do is hang on and try not to move too much.

When Vash finally gets a good look at her, he'd see a petite eighteen-year-old wearing a threadbare white dress two sizes too small and completely barefoot. If it wasn't obvious how much she stood out before, it's extremely obvious now. Even more so when she looks at him like he may as well be an angel sent to rescue her. ]

[dovish]

[ There remains a strange, niggling awareness in the back of his mind that things aren't as they're meant to be and it's accompanied by a distant gratitude that he's not his childhood self like he sometimes is in his dreams. Without the strength of his grown body, he doubts he would have been able to lift the trapped occupant — a girl — as effortlessly as he does. Looking at her, it's obvious she doesn't belong in this scenario, she's not dressed like any of the people in the fleet. It's not something Vash can stop to ponder or question when he can feel the satellite sinking beneath his feet as the desert greedily swallows it up. He flashes her a quick smile — one that is both reassuring and slightly apologetic for what he's about to do.

Without further ado, he moves one arm around her and the other lower behind her knees to gather her up in his arms and lift her securely. He wastes absolutely no time leaping as far as he can from the wreckage, making sure to take a few hurried footsteps forward after landing to be certain they're clear from the quicksand before he gently sets her down. ]

Are you alright?

[satellitesongbird]

[ Cress wraps her arms around his shoulders and hangs on, carefully trying not to move too much. The only response to the sudden leaping and running is a sharp intake of breath. As they move, she's dimly aware of the chaos around her but her mind is still too muddled to understand it all.

Her legs are a little wobbly when he sets her down, and her smile is just as wobbly. ]

Y-- [ She clears her throat. ] Yes. T-thank you.

[ Don't cry, she reminds herself. You'll just dehydrate faster.

Her self-talk is only moderately helpful. ]

[dovish]

[ She's obviously shaken — understandably so — but between her response and the quick cursory once-over Vash gives her, she appears relatively unharmed. It comes with a rush of relief and a distant sense of wonder. Having someone to help, actually being able to stop and aid anyone when he's normally compelled to keep running, helps keep his own distress at bay. That doesn't make the current situation any less pressing though. If anything, he wants to spare her the horror of seeing all the death and destruction surrounding them as much as possible. He needs to get her away from the crash site.

So there's no time to stop and ask questions to try and make sense of this new development. Instead he lets his relief bleed into his smile, making it all the more genuine. Given that she looks close to tears, he keeps his voice soft and encouraging to match. ]

Can you walk? It's best we keep moving.

[ He has no qualms carrying her if need be, but that's a choice he'll leave to her. At least with it being night time, the sand is cool and won't hurt her bare feet if she decides to chance it. ]