<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Monsterpoh06.jpg)<br/><div align="center">Danielle - Oracle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)</div></div><em>OOC: Danielle received a foretelling, someone will get killed protecting Evan. | She is sans her lace jacket, having lost it at the Rave. | Danielle is cashing in a debt from Anoushka Chockalingam, for use of her artifact, the Dream Weaver. | Taryn is Lending Danielle a Hand by giving a basic massage. | Danielle to roll for Escape A Situation.</em><br/><hr/>As soon as her psychometry went active, channeling whatever secrets or mysteries the pen had been privy to, she felt the sensation of floating. She could not see anything, but with her visual sight blocked, other sensations she felt were more intense. Namely, it was a throbbing, dull like the pulse of her heart pumping blood through her veins. She soon realized this throbbing didn't come from her own body, but in the vision around her. Her own mind had imagined a fjord cut by a mighty river with various channels, the water flowing through the curves with a ferocity that kept it moving, but did not overwhelm the banks like the Nile. At times, the thoroughfare split with the ferocity of the river multiplying into twin channels. Soon, she knew this wasn't water that was flowing, but money. But why did she feel this anguish as she watched this flow of funds. Danielle somehow knew this money was the life blood of a system that ran like clockwork.<br/><br/>Vividly, she felt a disruption, as she embodied a Mother-Nature-like entity who could feel the various ecosystems being directly and indirectly affected by this drastic change. New channels sprouted, like industrious humans artificially diverting a river to flood a valley and she felt the sensation that this was being done deliberately. These new channels threw the whole system off balance, either unleashing the ferocity down one channel that would eventually overwhelm its walls or depriving others so that they became bone dry. Yet, Danielle could feel that with the new additions, the system would birth something more remarkable or plunge itself into irreparable chaos.<br/><br/>Danielle came out of her vision off-balance, though Anoushka was behind her to keep her steady. She gathered herself and divulged what she felt to the group.<strong>"I do not know how Rusya plays into this vision, but since it was his pen and considering he used it, I believe this pen had been used to sign off on payments or what have you. Money was the lifeblood, but new avenues spread the money too thin in areas and caused it to flourish in others. I'll have to keep it in mind when I use the artifact,"</strong>Danielle explained, giving her interpretation of what she had seen.<br/><br/>Anoushka stepped up, to inform Danielle, as well as the two others, how she would use the Dream Weaver properly.<em>"It helps to clear your mind and focus on whose dream you'd like to walk into. And I made myself comfortable, as comfortable as you can manage, before touching the Weaver,"</em>Anoushka explained.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm ready,"</strong>Danielle said. Taryn had provided a chair for her to sit on. The private room was soundproofed from incoming sounds, so preferably, it was silent. Only the occasional sigh from the group could be heard. Danielle took a seat and before taking the artifact into her hands, she looked upon a mugshot of Rusya, to familiarize herself with their mark once she entered the dreamscape. To help, Taryn offered a basic massage of her shoulders, which would enable her to relax.<strong>"Let's do this,"</strong>Danielle said with a sigh. She held onto the willow hoop, much like it was a steering wheel. Again, the crystals adorning the two strings hanging from the bottom of the Dream Weaver had connected somewhat to her, though she did not know why. She didn't let it bother her as she felt any and all sensations of the room dissipate. As if she had been sleepy, her eyelids felt heavy, too cumbersome to keep open. Once her eyes were closed, she found herself in a rather different place.<br/><br/>The scene was vivid, so realistic that the boom of the bass from the speakers could be felt all around her. Danielle found herself in a darkened hallway. In her direction was the presence of light, colored in hues that still illuminated the space, but to those who were observing, it still felt dark. It was a nightclub after all. Brighter lights fluttered upon dancers or the disc jockey who attracted attention to themselves, but to others, who dwelt in the near-shadows, they were engulfed in shades of red, maroon, and dark pink. From the hallway and into the widening space, Danielle immediately saw Rusya, sitting in the middle of a couch, beautiful women flanking him and bodyguards surrounding him. Danielle had the idea of Gal Gadot's character Gisele in the film Fast Five, approaching a protected individual with nothing but the sight of a beautiful woman.<br/><br/>Before she could make her move, out of the corner of her eye was a dark figure moving toward Rusya. The bodyguards moved to meet with the figure before he... she... it could get to Rusya, but when they did so, they were surounded by flames. Already on alert, Rusya stood and dodged an attack from one of the women. He vaulted over the couch only to meet four cowboys, complete with ten-gallon hats and shiny badges. Sheriffs? Marshalls? Danielle asked herself as the scene unfolded. Men in suits... unsuspecting bodyguards in plain sight, maybe?... rushed to help Rusya, but they were subdued by the lawmen, ending up bound in cuffs. Rusya went to the kitchen door but met a foursome of Asian chefs wielding knives.<br/><br/>This dream was starting to get ridiculous, though thinking quickly, Danielle imagined in Rusya's eyes, this was a nightmare. He bolted in her direction and with a quick glance behind her, she deduced Rusya was going for the restrooms. But she was in the way and she and the man collided. It wasn't enough to keel her over to the floor, but immediately she was in an intimate and desperate embrace. Rusya pleaded for her help.<strong>"This way!</strong>she called out. Without hesitation, she pulled Rusya away from the pursuers and towards the restrooms, the sign on the door explicitly stating it was the women's restroom.