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The Mods of LifeAftr ([personal profile] lifeaftr_mods) wrote in [community profile] lifeaftr2018-05-14 08:53 pm

Exploration Event: Neverwere

EXPLORATION EVENT: NEVERWERE
Who: Everyone!
What: Your wildest dreams come true!
When: May 15th to May 18th
Where: Ziziphus, those still on Ensō...and Mu
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Then Know That My Life Was Just a Killer Dream
You can find most of the information you need in the OOC info post! In the meantime, feel free to use this log as a catch-all for your dream worlds, as well as detailing your efforts to free one another. Whether they're on Ziziphus or Ensō at the time of the dreams' capture, your character is free to access as many dreams as you like, as the interlocking mental landscape allows for that sort of crossing over apropos of nothing. And time, of course, is very fluid in dreams - many days, months, and years can transpire in a matter of mere minutes.

Will you fight your way free from Ziziphus's vines or Mu's thrall, or are you content to die in your sleep?

Remember to let us know if your character dies during this event!
Event Timeline
[ ♆ ] May 15th: The vines make their move, ensnaring characters in ideal fantasy worlds
[ ♆ ] May 17th: The Storyteller will make contact with those they can, as well as issue information and a potential solution
[ ♆ ] May 18th: Those that have not freed themselves from the vines or from Mu will suffer a death

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[personal profile] postictal 2018-08-25 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
...right. Yeah.

[The headache behind his temples is building to unsettling levels of unbearable. He makes for the bathroom instead, retrieving a bottle of painkillers, and for some reason - should he be taking these? Can he be trusted to...]

[The hell is he thinking?]

[He sets them down again. Picks them up. Stares.]

[Sets them down.]

[Something about the weight of a bottle of pills in his hands is familiar and dangerous in a way he can't place, and if he places it, he - he'll have to do something about the icy trickle of dread uncoiling in his guts, so he shoves the bottle in his pocket because it just feels right and paces to the living room instead and sits, massaging at his skull.]

[What the fuck is wrong with him?]