[Open] Turning All His Dreams

[judgemewhole]

WHO: James Norrington and You
WHAT: Phase II Hallucinations
WHEN: What is time when your lyrium addiction is kicking your butt? In the middle of Phase II
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Warnings for Graphic Violence.

You might find him anywhere, honestly. No one is quite sure how he keeps managing to get out of the healer's tents, but there James is. Sitting in the dining hall, blue tinged and wide-eyed. In his office, in his rooms, in the courtyard. Interceptor is always with him, whining with worry until someone comes along to drag him back to the healer tents, and drug him back to sleep once more.

Yet it seems like he has never left his dreams. He has refused to take any lyrium, and so now, he is talking to people who are not there -- and ignoring the ones who are. At least, until they make themselves known, and then he's introducing them to ghosts from the past. Some possibly still living, but most of them dead.

After all, if you are going to go through withdrawl, might as well take the most interesting and horrifying journey, yes?

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[judgemewhole]

"...Oh right, you're a Seeker. Seekers can't do things like that." James tipped a little to the side, and Interceptor popped up, to go ahead and give James lean into. James petted his dog fondly.

"Oh yes, probably. And more sleep ... sleep would be good."

[tactical_alert]

"Technically speaking, Templars can't--" You know what? Nevermind that. "I'm not even going to argue the point."

He stepped up to James' other side, to bring a steadying arm around his middle. "Why don't I escort you back to the healers, hm? Then you can sleep all you'd like without having to argue with your mother."

[judgemewhole]

"...Oh, come on. I am doing it right now." He was standing up right. He thought. He wasn't sure.

Interceptor barked, and pressed it to James's side to help on his other hand, "Well. All right. Okay. Yes. Perhaps you can convince them to strap me down."