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beccaelizabethHad a dream with Oz in it, which is always pretty.
We were superheroes, sort of.
He was a hacker, with a couple of really big knives. And also the brains and boss of the local part of the operation. Teams of people with special training or special abilities.
I had gloopy forcefield powers. Which is new, for one of my dreams. But I've been practicing putting safety shells around the taxi on the way home with magic, and making them solid like the taxi didn't seem so smart because then they might crack like eggshell, so they are gloopy and sort of jelly like. And they drip off onto the road, but that's okay, because then some other car picks up bits of safety.
ANYways, in the dream I could spin up forcefields. RL I usually imagine them golden, but in the dream they were basically clear, maybe a bit of a blue tinge. They looked like they were made of water but they bounced.
The bad guys actually were made of water. Technically a bunch of microscopic nannites suspended in water, but it worked out much the same. They could transform themselves to look like anyone, though an individual tended to stay looking like that individual, so they might have needed a central processor or something to gather the data. But it meant that anyone and everyone could be one of them.
We'd been infiltrating this huge tall building in LA. Call it Wolfram and Hart version 2. It probably wasn't that company, but it was a company with lawyers and other departments and enemies that wanted to invade, and they had a bunch of power, so similar idea. I was a secretary and Oz was a coffee guy or something, some totally brainless job where he just wandered around and didn't have to actually speak. Everyone was under the impression he had an IQ of about 30. The computer security guys said he was 'No Noah'. Noah was the name of the first guy from our team to get in, the first hacker. He'd been good, but not quite good enough. He backed up copies of everything to get it out to us, like an ark all two by two, hence the handle. But their security guys caught him, so everything was now back to being a physical infiltration job. So, me and Oz.
What we knew and the locals didn't was there this totally seperate team was also working. The water people. They'd been in there a while, and they were everywhere. A flood of them. So, Noah, the codeword for the response.
Because the building security team tagged the Noah computer infiltration, the water dudes knew they might have been made, and they decided to move early. So only me and Oz were in the building for our side, and then Oz left, and there was just me. Really late at night, very few people still there, mostly executives. I'm not their secretary, but I usually worked late (more chance for sneaky). So I was there, but way lower down in the building.
And then there were alien invaders.
Which involved things a bit like replicators but made of batarang shapes, so they were all nasty curves and points and could stick in like throwing stars. And once they stuck in, they could infiltrate, and then there were problems. Like, possibly being possessed, or drugged unconcious.
There were also a third set of players, some guys in burgundy robes with black straps. Looked a bit like some guys at the end of Willow. But they didn't do much in the dream.
So, batarang things start flying, and I put my personal forcefield up stronger (its always up, because I have a Thing about bugs. Obsessive compulsive heroing ;) ). And that means I can just walk through the building being the only one not tagged. And once my field is up to strength like I want it, and even the most forcefully flying batarang stops a clear centimeter away from skin, I can do other things with the same skill. Like make little round forcefields and throw them. I could in theory make them real small and throw them like bullets, but I start with baseball sized, because that's plenty to knock people out with but doesn't so much kill them.
Only, the first person I hit, they just gloop and absorb it. Like I dropped it in a pond. Problem.
But I'm still connected to my little globe of forcefield, and I can still do stuff with it. Like change the shape into something better resembling a snail shell, and start spinning. So it sucks up a great big globe of bad thing, then I close the shell. Rest of the bad thing goes sploosh on the floor, my globe of bad thing having made it not able to stick together.
But then the rest of it starts pulling itself together. So I have to globe it in seperate bits. That works. So far.
So I fight my way up to the office level on top of the building. Everyone's all 'yaay, you beat them!'. But I know tis a bit more problem than that - if I'm more than maybe 100m away from my forcefields they dissolve. Which is why I been throwing sections of bad guy in opposite directions, to make reassembly more difficult, but still it means that outside of 100m they're all back together.
And then we find one of the guys in the room goes 'gloop' instead of 'thud'. UH-oh.
The regular people jabber about what a nice man he was, plain, a little odd, but what do you expect from an ethnic, and why would they ever try to invade as ethnics anyway?
Which loses them pretty much all my sympathy.
And is also dumb. If they're the kind of people who look down on 'ethnics' then being one is a good way to be invisible.
Which is what Oz explains as he walks in. Which surprises everyone except me.
While I was fighting my way up the building, Oz was on the cellphone and computer, first talking to me, then arranging a secure link to the nice techy guys still trapped in the building. Using a chatroom Noah left behind, and some admin level passwords and such. He'd talked them through surviving the mini invasion, I don't know how, and they'd all decided he was like God, only with more tech knowledge.
so then he walks in and he's mr nice but very dim Oz delivery guy.
Which is also weird because we're up the top of a very tall building and he'd left, but I don't even blink about that part, because I know how he got there.
They ask also how I got there without being stabbed, and I demonstrate a little forcefield telekinesis, with a snooker ball. Which I can only hold up a few seconds, because it is a solid. (No, not so logical, but whatever) So I drop it and mumble something about 'damn solids'. I can mess with them long enough to hit them, but not hold them.
So the gloopy water guy sitting in globes right behind us starts to crackle. And turn himself into ice.
UH-oh. That's going to work. Soon.
I tell the others to find something to lock him in, then Oz says we're leaving. "The quick way?" "Yes." He's the boss. So he walks up to the window, opens it, jumps out.
"He can fly?"
"We can base jump."
Out the window I go.
Falling! A lot! And the parachute I turn out to be secretly wearing works fine. But I look down at Oz and think 'what if his goes wrong?' And of course this being a dream I think it, it happens. He gets tangled and the chute goes skinny and then it catches around my feet. Eeps!
So I have to throw a forcefield around Oz, a nice thick gloopy one, only it won't last long so I have to get the timing exactly right for maximum strength just when he hits the ground. Which I think I do, but the chute falls on top of him and I can't see him, and then I realise that means I'm
*thud*
about to land too. Not the smoothest landing in history.
So we climb out from under the parachutes, and there's these two big dents in the pavement where we landed. Oz has his knives out, to cut the strings I guess, but he looks uber fierce that way because they're as long as his forearm, only jagged like Faith's knives so they aren't swords. And it turns out being armed is of the good, because here are the third team surrounding us.
Red and black guys, all in a row.
So I get the baseball sized forcefield out again, and woosh it down the row. And they all go thud. Nice echoey thuds actually, and I hit them all in the head. And they all fall down. Not a one of them a water people.
"Huh. Guess they were just misogynistic bastards on their own."
And then I feel something cold and sharp in my arm, and I look down and realise its a needle and I'd been too concerned with keeping Oz safe to have my own field up high enough, and
then I wake up.
Which in the dream probably meant I got knocked out or drugged into delusion.
I liked the setup more than the events. I mean, being a dream, the plot wasn't stellar with the logical. But I like this almost-Oz guy, very serious and quiet and with the right plan at the right moment, and always being underestimated. And jumping off buildings, and having the huge great knives. Its a nice look on SG.
And I quite liked my gloopy forcefield powers. I usually have some degree of antigravity, and random teleport when backed into a corner, and sometimes throwing lightning around. The forcefields were much more controllable and could probably do most of the same things. The teleport always got me into as much trouble as it got me out of. The antigravity was cool, but I could only lift my own weight, so if I was dressed I had to jump and climb and stuff, but it was much easier. The lightning wasn't controllable at all. Cool, but too big for everyday use. More of a Quickening that comes when you call.
Also I have a way with locks. That is very handy indeed. I ask nicely, locks undo. Very useful power.
But the gloopy forcefield was good for attack and defence at once, and I could hide behind it and still walk around, and it was fun.
and now I'm yawning and tired, because I spent all night fighting the flood of bad guys, which just isn't relaxing.
Thinking about it, not-Oz had knives that were a similar style of design to the batarang shaped bad thing pieces earlier. Which could just be that the designer (ie my subconscious) has certain ideas about What Looks Cool. But it could point to some kind of history, to them both being similar technologies. Dark secrets and double cross. Which are pretty much obligatory in the genre, spy stuff.
Story would be called something like 'Flood' or flooded or whatever. And initially the problem seems to be this very high tech building where the pipes are all leaking. Sprinkler system is dripping. That was part of the dream actually, I have a recurring leak in the kitchen where the upstairs people's tank leaked into my light fitting, so the fluorecent bulb holder got all swimming with water. That could happen all over the building. But not in the main computer lab, that would have not-water fire suppressant systems, and no pipes. Which would explain why the tech-geeks don't fall to the first assault. Because once the drips are in enough places, the coalesce, and turn into little batarang pieces. And then the fun starts.
:)
We were superheroes, sort of.
He was a hacker, with a couple of really big knives. And also the brains and boss of the local part of the operation. Teams of people with special training or special abilities.
I had gloopy forcefield powers. Which is new, for one of my dreams. But I've been practicing putting safety shells around the taxi on the way home with magic, and making them solid like the taxi didn't seem so smart because then they might crack like eggshell, so they are gloopy and sort of jelly like. And they drip off onto the road, but that's okay, because then some other car picks up bits of safety.
ANYways, in the dream I could spin up forcefields. RL I usually imagine them golden, but in the dream they were basically clear, maybe a bit of a blue tinge. They looked like they were made of water but they bounced.
The bad guys actually were made of water. Technically a bunch of microscopic nannites suspended in water, but it worked out much the same. They could transform themselves to look like anyone, though an individual tended to stay looking like that individual, so they might have needed a central processor or something to gather the data. But it meant that anyone and everyone could be one of them.
We'd been infiltrating this huge tall building in LA. Call it Wolfram and Hart version 2. It probably wasn't that company, but it was a company with lawyers and other departments and enemies that wanted to invade, and they had a bunch of power, so similar idea. I was a secretary and Oz was a coffee guy or something, some totally brainless job where he just wandered around and didn't have to actually speak. Everyone was under the impression he had an IQ of about 30. The computer security guys said he was 'No Noah'. Noah was the name of the first guy from our team to get in, the first hacker. He'd been good, but not quite good enough. He backed up copies of everything to get it out to us, like an ark all two by two, hence the handle. But their security guys caught him, so everything was now back to being a physical infiltration job. So, me and Oz.
What we knew and the locals didn't was there this totally seperate team was also working. The water people. They'd been in there a while, and they were everywhere. A flood of them. So, Noah, the codeword for the response.
Because the building security team tagged the Noah computer infiltration, the water dudes knew they might have been made, and they decided to move early. So only me and Oz were in the building for our side, and then Oz left, and there was just me. Really late at night, very few people still there, mostly executives. I'm not their secretary, but I usually worked late (more chance for sneaky). So I was there, but way lower down in the building.
And then there were alien invaders.
Which involved things a bit like replicators but made of batarang shapes, so they were all nasty curves and points and could stick in like throwing stars. And once they stuck in, they could infiltrate, and then there were problems. Like, possibly being possessed, or drugged unconcious.
There were also a third set of players, some guys in burgundy robes with black straps. Looked a bit like some guys at the end of Willow. But they didn't do much in the dream.
So, batarang things start flying, and I put my personal forcefield up stronger (its always up, because I have a Thing about bugs. Obsessive compulsive heroing ;) ). And that means I can just walk through the building being the only one not tagged. And once my field is up to strength like I want it, and even the most forcefully flying batarang stops a clear centimeter away from skin, I can do other things with the same skill. Like make little round forcefields and throw them. I could in theory make them real small and throw them like bullets, but I start with baseball sized, because that's plenty to knock people out with but doesn't so much kill them.
Only, the first person I hit, they just gloop and absorb it. Like I dropped it in a pond. Problem.
But I'm still connected to my little globe of forcefield, and I can still do stuff with it. Like change the shape into something better resembling a snail shell, and start spinning. So it sucks up a great big globe of bad thing, then I close the shell. Rest of the bad thing goes sploosh on the floor, my globe of bad thing having made it not able to stick together.
But then the rest of it starts pulling itself together. So I have to globe it in seperate bits. That works. So far.
So I fight my way up to the office level on top of the building. Everyone's all 'yaay, you beat them!'. But I know tis a bit more problem than that - if I'm more than maybe 100m away from my forcefields they dissolve. Which is why I been throwing sections of bad guy in opposite directions, to make reassembly more difficult, but still it means that outside of 100m they're all back together.
And then we find one of the guys in the room goes 'gloop' instead of 'thud'. UH-oh.
The regular people jabber about what a nice man he was, plain, a little odd, but what do you expect from an ethnic, and why would they ever try to invade as ethnics anyway?
Which loses them pretty much all my sympathy.
And is also dumb. If they're the kind of people who look down on 'ethnics' then being one is a good way to be invisible.
Which is what Oz explains as he walks in. Which surprises everyone except me.
While I was fighting my way up the building, Oz was on the cellphone and computer, first talking to me, then arranging a secure link to the nice techy guys still trapped in the building. Using a chatroom Noah left behind, and some admin level passwords and such. He'd talked them through surviving the mini invasion, I don't know how, and they'd all decided he was like God, only with more tech knowledge.
so then he walks in and he's mr nice but very dim Oz delivery guy.
Which is also weird because we're up the top of a very tall building and he'd left, but I don't even blink about that part, because I know how he got there.
They ask also how I got there without being stabbed, and I demonstrate a little forcefield telekinesis, with a snooker ball. Which I can only hold up a few seconds, because it is a solid. (No, not so logical, but whatever) So I drop it and mumble something about 'damn solids'. I can mess with them long enough to hit them, but not hold them.
So the gloopy water guy sitting in globes right behind us starts to crackle. And turn himself into ice.
UH-oh. That's going to work. Soon.
I tell the others to find something to lock him in, then Oz says we're leaving. "The quick way?" "Yes." He's the boss. So he walks up to the window, opens it, jumps out.
"He can fly?"
"We can base jump."
Out the window I go.
Falling! A lot! And the parachute I turn out to be secretly wearing works fine. But I look down at Oz and think 'what if his goes wrong?' And of course this being a dream I think it, it happens. He gets tangled and the chute goes skinny and then it catches around my feet. Eeps!
So I have to throw a forcefield around Oz, a nice thick gloopy one, only it won't last long so I have to get the timing exactly right for maximum strength just when he hits the ground. Which I think I do, but the chute falls on top of him and I can't see him, and then I realise that means I'm
*thud*
about to land too. Not the smoothest landing in history.
So we climb out from under the parachutes, and there's these two big dents in the pavement where we landed. Oz has his knives out, to cut the strings I guess, but he looks uber fierce that way because they're as long as his forearm, only jagged like Faith's knives so they aren't swords. And it turns out being armed is of the good, because here are the third team surrounding us.
Red and black guys, all in a row.
So I get the baseball sized forcefield out again, and woosh it down the row. And they all go thud. Nice echoey thuds actually, and I hit them all in the head. And they all fall down. Not a one of them a water people.
"Huh. Guess they were just misogynistic bastards on their own."
And then I feel something cold and sharp in my arm, and I look down and realise its a needle and I'd been too concerned with keeping Oz safe to have my own field up high enough, and
then I wake up.
Which in the dream probably meant I got knocked out or drugged into delusion.
I liked the setup more than the events. I mean, being a dream, the plot wasn't stellar with the logical. But I like this almost-Oz guy, very serious and quiet and with the right plan at the right moment, and always being underestimated. And jumping off buildings, and having the huge great knives. Its a nice look on SG.
And I quite liked my gloopy forcefield powers. I usually have some degree of antigravity, and random teleport when backed into a corner, and sometimes throwing lightning around. The forcefields were much more controllable and could probably do most of the same things. The teleport always got me into as much trouble as it got me out of. The antigravity was cool, but I could only lift my own weight, so if I was dressed I had to jump and climb and stuff, but it was much easier. The lightning wasn't controllable at all. Cool, but too big for everyday use. More of a Quickening that comes when you call.
Also I have a way with locks. That is very handy indeed. I ask nicely, locks undo. Very useful power.
But the gloopy forcefield was good for attack and defence at once, and I could hide behind it and still walk around, and it was fun.
and now I'm yawning and tired, because I spent all night fighting the flood of bad guys, which just isn't relaxing.
Thinking about it, not-Oz had knives that were a similar style of design to the batarang shaped bad thing pieces earlier. Which could just be that the designer (ie my subconscious) has certain ideas about What Looks Cool. But it could point to some kind of history, to them both being similar technologies. Dark secrets and double cross. Which are pretty much obligatory in the genre, spy stuff.
Story would be called something like 'Flood' or flooded or whatever. And initially the problem seems to be this very high tech building where the pipes are all leaking. Sprinkler system is dripping. That was part of the dream actually, I have a recurring leak in the kitchen where the upstairs people's tank leaked into my light fitting, so the fluorecent bulb holder got all swimming with water. That could happen all over the building. But not in the main computer lab, that would have not-water fire suppressant systems, and no pipes. Which would explain why the tech-geeks don't fall to the first assault. Because once the drips are in enough places, the coalesce, and turn into little batarang pieces. And then the fun starts.
:)