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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[hyperlit]

[The longer they look, the more apparent it is that the Knight's appearance is, in fact, deeply unfamiliar. Even the taller, slender triangle of their horned face with its curved, tapering horns, though more reminiscent of them in actuality, is nothing like the Knight they're starting to remember.]

[The word fuzzes with bright pink static, bleeding black into the corners. The thin lines of Judgment's single staring eye set in its rhombus, leaking trails of neon flame, peers out from the rapidly emptying blackness.]

[There are arms falling around them, and they let it happen, as the dream hemorrhages away, as the stench thickens, and the set of arms becomes thick coils of vines looped around their arms, their chest, their neck.]

[There is hardly any pressure as they shrug them away, except for the familiar constrictions around their chest, that familiar invisible hand that squeezes at their lungs.]

[lightlessfuture]

[ They remember vines, crawling across the island, tangling everything. It doesn't take long for those same vines to separate them from their friend, no matter how much they struggle to cut them away (they have a sword, even without the dream's influence, but it doesn't matter here).

It's strangling, suffocating - despite lacking breath, it still hurts. They've come to dislike plants. This doesn't help their outlook.

Jolting awake suddenly is a relief. They scramble free from the vines, slashing frantically in their panic, looking for the Drifter in the waking world. Once they find them, those vines tangling them are getting cut away with very little hesitation.

THIS ISLAND IS BAD AND TERRIBLE. ]

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter would be cutting their way free with more alacrity, if the fatigue had not settled so thoroughly into their bones. Their breaths are even more pained and rasping than usual. Half-sunken into the texture of the vines that so hungrily cocooned them before, they can only paw feebly at them until the familiar blur of the Knight's nail cuts silver streaks across their vision.]

[For once, they can accept the help gracefully. At least as gracefully as they are able. It's possible they simply do not have the wherewithal for anything but the adrenalinzed burst to simply get out of the clutches of the vines and the horrible sensation of their rotten plant-matter draped across their shoulders.]

[They're already coughing spurts of bright pink as they scramble free.]

[Their stint in the dream world has done them any favors.]