Exploration Event: Neverwere

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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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dabs

[deathfindsaway]

Well, this certainly wasn't what he expected.

It was hard enough to purposefully sleep and think to dream, to try and keep a goal in mind of something being wrong, but one step into this place and he finds himself changed. He looks down at his hands, less soft flesh or even bone but now taloned, rough skin sprouting into black feathers. Gently, he touches at his face, and-- is he a kenku? He doesn't feel like he's limited in speech, maybe a tengu instead. Regardless, still red eyes look back towards the plant person, trying not to betray the nervousness coiling in his gut as he reaches up to brush some feathers-- ha ha, that strongly resemble his hairstyle, wonderful-- out of his line of vision.

"Uhm... yes. Yes, I think that would be best." Goodness gracious, why does she have to keep doing this. At least this time, this isn't a new world where he has to live- this is something he can break. Or, well, convince her to. Kravitz' eyes drift to the golden statue, and he sighs. "It's Myia, isn't it?"

[flyfisher]

Carmine -- the flytrap -- shrugs, recognizing that Kravitz's question is mostly rhetorical.

"Of course it's Myia. She's the only one fit to be queen, after all." He sighs. "She's the best of us."

He really looks unenthused by the whole situation, but this is Myia's dream fantasy so his misgivings end there. He pulls himself to his feet and steps to the giant, ornately jeweled double doors of the palace. He knocks twice, and the doors seem to slowly start to swing outward on their own as he backs up to give them room.

Inside, glittering gems and stained glass windows cause the light to dance in a swirl of color beaming from every direction, the light centering mostly on a red carpet stretching out over the marble floor that leads up and up to a throne room, where Myia sits on less a traditional throne and more of a golden and red plush chaise lounge.

She's being hand-fed berries by a giggly burrowing rain frog whose head is placed in her lap at the moment, but apparently she's still "free", or so Carmine said. Myia looks very pleased with herself, dressed in only the finest fabrics and covered head to toe in gold. She pets the frog's head.

"Your Majesty," Carmine interrupts, clearing his throat. Myia doesn't seem perturbed by the interruption, only glancing upwards.

[deathfindsaway]

Kravitz momentarily entertains the thought of turning around and just walking away, finding some way to wake up and just being quite done with it. But admittedly, he's almost horribly curious about what he's going to see in there. It's like watching a train wreck in slow motion. He just has to see it.

And boy, does he see it.

Without a human face, he can't properly show the length of how immediately tired he feels of this entire escapade, but the lowered eye ridges and the slightly open beak will just have to do. Really, he shouldn't be so judgmental- it would be lovely if this wasn't so dangerous. Except he is, because he's a catty little sucker and he's here on a mission.

He clicks his beak once or twice, folding his arms. He's dubious if she'll even recognize him. "Well, this is... opulent."

[flyfisher]

On the contrary, she recognizes him right away, perhaps by his voice or just her mental image of him being fulfilled. In a perfect world, wingless ravens have their wings back, after all.

"Thanks for noticing!" Myia calls out from across the room. Emet the frog lifts themself out of her lap, and curls up comfortably on the chair's extended cushion, soporific smile on their face.

"And your wings came back! How nice, how nice!" Myia crosses her legs. "What do you need if you already got your wings back? Queen Myia is the most generous queen in Bugtown!"

She's also the only queen in Bugtown, but you know. Details. She's near-sighted in more ways than one.

[deathfindsaway]

Gods help him right now. He kind of thought that maybe once he got in here, he'd have more words, that he'd know what to say to her. He doesn't. It's hard enough keeping his head on straight, not buying directly into this like this magic wants him to, but he's got a mission. He thinks.

What a mess.

"Myia, do you know where you are right now?" He brings his hands in front of him, tapping the little talons together and trying to ignore how utterly strange that feels. "Better question, how do you know who I am?"