Dreams By Machine
Re-purposed and Functional Art
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Arrangements
And now, the stories begin.
Settling themselves into the ship and readying themselves for the journey? Dull and full of petty squabbles. Suffice it to say that all of the travelers are tired of one another by the time they’ve picked their berths, and no one wants to share a space with the Scholar OR the Princess.
The Dark Lady has many offers to share her bunk. She remains uninterested in personal contact beyond her food requirements. Food, in fact, makes up the bulk of her luggage. Frozen vials and bladders of blood are carefully stored in the coolest parts of the ship. She keeps no small creatures to feed upon, preferring the fresh taste of fear in new victims.
After all, if you can’t hunt for it, what good is it? You may as well dine off bloodsicles.
The Pirate Queen understands the fascination her fellow travelers have for the Dark Lady. She shares it. Since she has no wish to lose her fellows for the Dark Lady’s snacking purposes, she finds her a cozy and separate bunk without portholes. There may well be losses along the journey, but she’d prefer that they happen later.
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The Lost Princess, fellow traveler
The Princess was the daughter of a ruling family of a lost realm. She moved with majesty and grace, and despite her regal manner was highly trained in the deadly arts. Her royal attire usually concealed a surprising amount of weaponry. While she once ruled armies of soldiers, she was perfectly capable of taking charge of her own battles. The Princess burned to find and rebuild her kingdom, and the Pirate Queen’s quest might prove to be a useful way to further her interests. The Pirate Queen did not fully trust her, but the Princess’ story was too compelling. Somehow, they would find a way to work together.
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Dreams By Machine: The stories
In the interest of welcoming you to this world- here begins the stories of the Dreams By Machine.
Once upon a time, in a land all its own…
There lived a pirate queen who longed above all else to make a story of her own, one that could be shared with compatriots. She fought many battles, danced many dances and triumphed over odds large and small. She had many stories to tell- but not one that could consume her or make her part of a greater epic. She grew up with such stories, and vowed that one day hers would become one.
She sought the company of those she admired, whose stories seemed beautiful and magical, terrible and unimaginable to her. The hope was that those stories could combine with hers, and together create a tale for the ages.
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