⟣ CAPTAIN’S LOG
SS Aurora — Stardate MU 4325.11.28
Filed by: Captain Charlie Mystic
Today’s multiversal drift began as a routine systems adjustment and quickly escalated into a full dimensional recalibration.
While assisting with viewer diagnostics, I entered the Dream Realm—Drae’s domain—where his TARDIS-class construct was active. Unlike my own anchor-class blue box, his design is a reactor-class: cinematic, high-density, and capable of generating intense dream-layer harmonics.
The moment both constructs existed in the same plane, the multiverse attempted to reconcile two independent TARDIS signatures.
Result: Dimensional Sync Event — Full Recalibration.
My console locked, visibility parameters spiked to 100 meters, and the interface began a forced resync between anchor and reactor harmonics. For several moments, the system cycled between stability and collapse, with both blue boxes trying to assert their place in the timeline.
After manually resetting render parameters and clearing corrupted caches, the multiverse finally stabilized—by ejecting me entirely.
When the TARDIS finally settled, I landed back on the Crystalia docks
A soft landing. A familiar anchor.
The universe’s way of saying: “Enough for today, Captain.”
Two blue boxes.
Two classes.
One recalibration.
And Crystalia—as always—remains the place the multiverse sends me when it needs me grounded.
— Captain Charlie Mystic
Commanding Officer, SS Aurora
Seekers Fleet / Mystic Universe
Mine (Charlie – Mystic Universe)
His (Drae – DWMyths)
Dream-TARDIS - Dreamdate DR 4325.11.28
ReplyDeleteFiled by: Drae, Dream-Realm Navigator
While calibrating the TARDIS reactor harmonics, I detected an anchor-signature entering the Dream Realm. His presence carried the distinct crystalline resonance of the Mystic Universe’s anchor-class TARDIS.
The moment his anchor-field brushed against my reactor-field, the Dream-TARDIS reacted before I could.
My console lights surged, dream-particles fanned out like sparks across the central column, and the dimensional walls shuddered. For several moments, the TARDIS oscillated between lucidity and collapse, as if trying to determine whether Charlie’s construct or mine held primacy in this plane.
Visibility modulated erratically. Corridors rearranged themselves, doors shifting destinations without permission, and several unused dream-channels snapping open. I felt the Dream Realm trying to “dream Charlie into alignment,” while the anchor-signature tried to lock my TARDIS into coherent space-time.