He gets to use them. My awesomest dream architecture tends to come from almost-nightmares. Y'know, the kind of dreams where nothing particularly SCARY happens, but the buildings and surroundings are oddly creepy.
(Also, you're totally not a Mary Sue unless you have weird eye colours. Bonus points if they CHANGE COLOURS.)
About the Star Trek meets D&D, it's kind of odd because I was actually playing Dungeons and Dragons Online that day, and I've always been playing healers in MMORPGs (probably why I ended up as McCoy.) I was also reading National Geographic that day, which... well, OK, I'll gladly relate the whole thing.
The basic premise was that there was something important hidden within National Geographic magazines, which were used as a secret means of disseminating messages of vital importance. (It wasn't a conspiracy or anything. No "DID KLINGONS BUILD THE GRAND CANYON" headlines, for example.) This made perfect sense, because lots of people read National Geographic, it's easily available, so there would be absolutely nothing suspicious about someone wanting to buy a copy - and only those people in the know would even have any idea how to figure the message out.
So the Enterprise crew gets to infiltrate a bookshop which is suspected to be the secret headquarters of whatever foul organization is sending out evil messages via National Geographic. This is kind of where it starts getting weird, because it was starting to get interspersed with D&D and my own snarky sense of humour.
We got into the bookshop just fine (it appeared to be Books Kinokuniya), and Uhura bought a copy of National Geographic while McCoy and Spock (don't ask why) infiltrated the basement. No, I (what the hell, I'll switch to first person here because I dreamt I was McCoy after all) was not happy about it, muttered a lot about having to work with the bloody hobgoblin, but orders are orders so I went with it.
We entered the cargo lift, managed to sneak into HQ Proper, and Spock snatched a fresh copy of National Geographic to compare with the one Uhura bought, just in case. Great. All was going well. Then someone came out, spotted Spock, noticed the pointy ears, and started sounding the alarm. I went "Oh FUCK," and we made a break for it.
That's when the D&D part started to kick in. I was yelling things like "Spock, be CAREFUL, I can't Cure Serious Wounds you all the time!" and commenting on how he obviously put a few good ranks into tumble and how I should have done that too. I didn't have a tricorder, either; it felt a little like I was watching red HP bars... very odd sensation.
We got out of the bookshop, and I was all "GET GOING. THEY'RE ON OUR TAIL", and security guards were running around with phasers (I think a redshirt got shot). Kirk looked a bit sulky over not being the one infiltrating the basement (probably because he's got too famous a face), and was all "OK, BACK TO THE ENTERPRISE."
Except, for some reason, transporters were jammed so we had to make our way back on foot.
"Sulu, where's the Enterprise?"
Sulu looks embarrassed. "Captain, I kind of forgot where I parked it."
Long silence, punctuated with phaser shots and my swearing. "I think it's that way, though," Sulu adds, helpfully, and we all run in that direction, dodging phaser blasts and firing a few of our own back. There's a lot of "This is the blue parking zone, I'm pretty sure I didn't park it in the blue parking zone", but we eventually find the Enterprise with only Cure Moderate Wounds-worthy injuries.
Then I wake up.
My first thought was "...oh, god, I even DREAM I'm a healer - wait, wait, oh my god, I JUST DREAMT I WAS LEONARD MCCOY."
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Date: 2009-11-12 08:08 pm (UTC)(Also, you're totally not a Mary Sue unless you have weird eye colours. Bonus points if they CHANGE COLOURS.)
About the Star Trek meets D&D, it's kind of odd because I was actually playing Dungeons and Dragons Online that day, and I've always been playing healers in MMORPGs (probably why I ended up as McCoy.) I was also reading National Geographic that day, which... well, OK, I'll gladly relate the whole thing.
The basic premise was that there was something important hidden within National Geographic magazines, which were used as a secret means of disseminating messages of vital importance. (It wasn't a conspiracy or anything. No "DID KLINGONS BUILD THE GRAND CANYON" headlines, for example.) This made perfect sense, because lots of people read National Geographic, it's easily available, so there would be absolutely nothing suspicious about someone wanting to buy a copy - and only those people in the know would even have any idea how to figure the message out.
So the Enterprise crew gets to infiltrate a bookshop which is suspected to be the secret headquarters of whatever foul organization is sending out evil messages via National Geographic. This is kind of where it starts getting weird, because it was starting to get interspersed with D&D and my own snarky sense of humour.
We got into the bookshop just fine (it appeared to be Books Kinokuniya), and Uhura bought a copy of National Geographic while McCoy and Spock (don't ask why) infiltrated the basement. No, I (what the hell, I'll switch to first person here because I dreamt I was McCoy after all) was not happy about it, muttered a lot about having to work with the bloody hobgoblin, but orders are orders so I went with it.
We entered the cargo lift, managed to sneak into HQ Proper, and Spock snatched a fresh copy of National Geographic to compare with the one Uhura bought, just in case. Great. All was going well. Then someone came out, spotted Spock, noticed the pointy ears, and started sounding the alarm. I went "Oh FUCK," and we made a break for it.
That's when the D&D part started to kick in. I was yelling things like "Spock, be CAREFUL, I can't Cure Serious Wounds you all the time!" and commenting on how he obviously put a few good ranks into tumble and how I should have done that too. I didn't have a tricorder, either; it felt a little like I was watching red HP bars... very odd sensation.
We got out of the bookshop, and I was all "GET GOING. THEY'RE ON OUR TAIL", and security guards were running around with phasers (I think a redshirt got shot). Kirk looked a bit sulky over not being the one infiltrating the basement (probably because he's got too famous a face), and was all "OK, BACK TO THE ENTERPRISE."
Except, for some reason, transporters were jammed so we had to make our way back on foot.
"Sulu, where's the Enterprise?"
Sulu looks embarrassed. "Captain, I kind of forgot where I parked it."
Long silence, punctuated with phaser shots and my swearing. "I think it's that way, though," Sulu adds, helpfully, and we all run in that direction, dodging phaser blasts and firing a few of our own back. There's a lot of "This is the blue parking zone, I'm pretty sure I didn't park it in the blue parking zone", but we eventually find the Enterprise with only Cure Moderate Wounds-worthy injuries.
Then I wake up.
My first thought was "...oh, god, I even DREAM I'm a healer - wait, wait, oh my god, I JUST DREAMT I WAS LEONARD MCCOY."