"Is there a punch line..?"
Zagreus takes a moment to regard his right fist before listing his eyes to John.
"There can be."
The deity has style. And a surprising sense of comedic timing.
"Melinoë was taking a look at the Mother Star at my request and she disappeared. I would very much appreciate your help in working out what happened."
"Melinoë… You lost the Goddess of Nightmares and Madness?"
Yes, he's stepped in it deep this time. Considering her mother has it out for him already...
"I lost the Goddess of Nightmares and Madness in an incident related to a giant telepathic starfish god. As I'm sure that you can understand-."
"Yes, we should get on this right away." He steps out, closing the door behind him. Then he turns back to the Tower and opens it again. "Follow me."
Switching the entry location? Appropriate.
We troupe through, and rather than the stony entryway that was on the other side of the door a moment ago, now we're wandering through his library's reading area. Koriand'r's head jerks around, her eyes open wide as she tries to take in everything with clear fascination. Zagreus just ignores it, marching ahead of John and sitting down hard on a leather upholstered bench.
This is her first time in an eldritch location, isn't it? Must be quite the eye-opener.
"What do you need to find my sister?"
John walks over to a reading table and picks up a small… Ring box? Snuff box?
Oh-ho, some dream sand? How typical of a Constantine.
"Orange Lantern wanted Melinoë to take a look at the Mother Star. His mission report said that it had two different sets of memories relating to a species the Star Conquerors enslaved." He looks at me. "You thought it came from the Dreaming."
I nod. "It's a possibility I want to eliminate."
"So you went to the person you know who understands dreams the best and it blew up in your face." He smiles. "Very Constantine."
He's learned from the best, after all. And he has plenty of practice with blowback.
"No, no one's died yet."
"Early days. So you think she's in the Dreaming, and you want me to help find her."
That's better than the most obvious alternative, that the remnants of the Mother Star
ate her.
"There's a portal to the Dreaming in Erebos, but we have no way to track her."
"A piece of the starfish would probably do it. You're the God of Hunting, aren't you?"
"I can't track through the Dreaming. Not reliably. The terrain isn't stable enough. I need someone who can impose order on it. And don't think for a moment I don't know what's in that box."
Even a god of the hunt has trouble with the Dreaming? How pedestrian. But it really highlights the instability of the place.
Koriand'r's head snaps around, staring at the box John pointedly isn't trying to conceal.
"What is in the box?"
"A little something John Constantine stole from under Morpheus's nose. Just a pinch of his powder." He looks at me. "Do you know the story? John said that you knew a lot he didn't think you should…"
For those wondering, it's a callback to the first arc of the Sandman comic from Vertigo. After Morpheus got out of a century of confinement, he went on a walkabout to track down his three treasures of office.
"Morpheus has three tools of power; his gem, his helmet and his powder bag. I'm not sure exactly what they all do, but at… Some point John Constantine came into contact with the bag. When Morpheus got free of his prison, he got John's help tracking it down in exchange for getting rid of his nightmares. Somehow I'm not surprised that John kept a pinch."
Morpheus went to Constantine on the trail of his Bag of Sand, a powder that can cause sleep and dreams in any mortal. But he'd already lost it, after an ex-girlfriend stole it.
"Risky. Even for him."
"The way he told me, it wasn't so much him taking it from the bag as realising that a dream-addled addict probably spilled a lot while she was using it."
By the time they found her, she'd been using to get high on dreams for
months. In true Constantine form, it didn't end well for her, though quite peacefully. One last,
dying dream...
That makes sense.
"Does it help us? If you want something in exchange-."
Magic has its price, after all. Something like this could be expensive.
"I'm not sure I want to take the risk of receiving payment." He smiles, taking the box in his right hand and tapping it against the table. "We might be able to get Morpheus's attention with this, and he might be willing to help us. Or we could use it ourselves and try and find her without his help. Or we could enter the Dreaming physically through Erebos."
"Which do you recommend?"
How about you start with the polite option? Morpheus doesn't take too kindly to meddling, as seen when he reclaimed his gem from Doctor Destiny (who'd been using it as his Materioptikon.) Or when he went into hell to reclaim his Helm. He intimidated the Kings of Hell into releasing him by threatening to remove the dreams of their prisoners. Because what good is hell, if those within cannot dream of heaven?
"Does Morpheus have a grudge against any of you?"
I shake my head, and Zagreus and Koriand'r do the same.
And believe me, you'd know if he did. He condemned one old girlfriend to an eternity of torture in Hell for the crime of... Dumping him. He later relented...
"Does he have any reason to want to help?"
"I've never met Death, and I'm not sure that my dreams relate to the Dreaming. He might find that interesting enough to indulge me. Plus, I doubt that he wants the Goddess of Nightmares and Madness in residence long-term." I turn my head to the other two. "Any ideas?"
Cross your fingers and hope he's not in a particularly bad mood. Or that he's dating, that usually puts him in a good mood, until things sour...
Koriand'r frowns. "What is 'Dreaming'?"
"The collective universal unconsciousness made of raw magic twisted into shapes by material concepts. Just about every being partially enters it when they dream, but there are other ways to access it and a lot of ways to use it."
And not all of them are fun, pleasant or easy.
John thinks for a moment, then nods. "That's a pretty good summary, actually. Skips a few pertinent points, but if we're not going there it doesn't really matter."
"Actually… Using the Dreaming might let us build magic-based interplanetary vessels. If would be far safer and simpler than flying through Hell." John bows his head slightly. "What?"
Do you really think Morpheus would take kindly to you using the Dreaming as a stopover for mass transit? Then again, still safer than using Hell, or the Warp. Or would the Dreaming
be the Warp? Very definite similarities to the Immaterium...
"So are we calling up Morpheus, then?"
"I don't have a glass jar full of demons… Zagreus?"
"Why would I have a glass jar full of demons?"
You aren't going to take The Caliph of Bahgdad's route, are you?
"No, I mean: do you have an opinion?"
"I have an opinion on a glass jar of demons, yes."
Let me guess: "Don't even think about it."
"Oh, some total prat of a caliph once talked Morpheus into taking everything that made his country great into the Dreaming by threatening to break open a glass orb full of demons. Morpheus turning up in person might have been coincidental but even if it wasn't I'm not going to try and find out."
"Good." He thinks for a moment. "I've only met Morpheus very briefly; he doesn't owe me anything and I don't owe him. But if the alternatives are trying to dream of nightmares and madness ourselves or trying to track him through that insanity, I favour politely asking for his help."
I doubt he'd take kindly to uninvited guests, either. The being is the very definition of mercurial.
"Koriand'r?"
"I do not think I know enough for my view to be meaningful."
She's in way over her pay grade here. She's just a sector lantern, this is Illustres-grade.
"John?"
He regards me thoughtfully. "You know the spells that bound him, don't you?"
Ah. Yes, he would work that out, wouldn't he?
Just don't say as much. Or be very polite about pointing out that you won't
ever use them, even if you could use magic properly.
"I… Might. That's the sort of spell you want to get right the first time, and I didn't understand the theory enough to know if what I saw was everything."
He nods.
It's definitely one of those 'bad consequences for failure' works.
"Don't tell him you know. Don't even refer to it. I'll set up a nice, friendly non-binding ritual space and we can ask him politely." I nod, and he makes eye contact with Zagreus and Koriand'r. "And that goes for you. Do not, under any circumstances, attack Dream of the Endless. Am I clear?"
They nod, and he walks over to the ritual space.
If he's feeling nice, he'd
just dump you into years of nightmares. Take note of the former girlfriend's fate I mentioned above for a
moderate level of peeved. Do
not piss off one of the Endless. It never ends well.