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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Comments

[prettypurpleparlor]

Not at all, your majesty- I'd say you're just in time.

[Her manner of address is respectful, but the cheerful little smile she greets him with speaks of a more friendly, familiar attitude. She's always polite, but you can't know someone for as long as they have (...how long?) without becoming more comfortable with them, even a king. Besides, Ardyn's hardly the most formal of royalty.]

I just finished icing a fresh batch of tea cakes. How do you feel about rose and lemon, in terms of flavor?

[She gestures towards a delicious-looking display of delicate little cakes with a wink, fairly certain that Ardyn will eat anything with enough sugar in it. Not that it keeps her from giving him the best she can anyway, there's no excuse for not trying.]

[Something might seem... odd about Muffet today, almost as though she doesn't look quite right. But that doesn't make sense, does it? Of course she's always looked like this, dark grey eyes and light brown skin. Why wouldn't she?]

[scourgingstars]

Dear, I've told you time and time again to call me Ardyn. [had he?] I promise no one's around to care.

But, that sounds absolutely delightful. Better still if you've any tea on hand to go with it.

[prettypurpleparlor]

Oh, but it doesn't do to let standards slip, your majesty. [So you're not going to call him by his first name, but disobeying a direct order is fine? Muffet has idiosyncratic ideas about fealty.]

I'd never dream of serving it without tea. Milk and sugar?

[Another brief, odd moment- he's been coming here for however long, shouldn't she know what he prefers? She's certainly never been the type to forget the tastes of
a loyal customer...]

[scourgingstars]

That sounds perfect.

[He slid into a chair, leaning his head on his hand.]

Have you been well?

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet works quickly and with the ease of long practice, making up a cup of tea and neatly plating one of the cakes- it almost seems too quick for one pair of hands. It... is one pair, isn't it? For a moment the number seems strangely uncertain.]

[Still, she puts the food in front of Ardyn smoothly enough, both tea and cake looking and smelling lovely.]

Quite well, thank you. And yourself? In good health, I hope.

[Something about that thought strikes a chord, again. Why would she be worried about Ardyn's health, exactly? Something... something about a disease. But he doesn't seem ill at all, and what illness could trouble one known to be a powerful healer?]

[scourgingstars]

Always. It would reflect poorly on the kingdom if I were to fall ill, now wouldn't it?

[Why did that...sound strangely ironic to him?]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet smiles, but it's more... tentative, than it ought to be.]

Certainly a poor omen. Though perhaps I'm the one who ought to take a closer look at my health- I don't feel quite right...

[She trails off, frowning, as the pervasive feeling of wrongness increases sharply. Muffet doesn't feel right, it's true, but this sudden conviction also carries with it the abrupt certainty that she's never been sick a single day in her life, and that this feeling can't be illness because that. Simply doesn't happen to her.]

[She's not human enough for that.]