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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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You.... haven't been doing a hell of a lot of thinking in general. [It's weird. Prompto can be a little clueless sometimes, sure, but never outright inconsiderate. Not like this.]

What's gotten into you? [But the promise of ice cream has Gladio's eyes widening, mouth watering. He hasn't had ice cream in ages, years and years.

Which can't be right? Surely he's taken the kids for ice cream recently. But the idea of it sits uneasily with him for some reason. Why...?]

Wait, ice cream? [Surely they haven't had ice cream for ages.]

[He frowned at Gladio's scolding. He hadn't really thought it was that big of a deal. So he was late. He could still take the kids. Everything would be fine.]

What do you mean? It's not like anything bad has happened. I mean, so you're late to something... It's not that big of a deal.

[They'd seen a lot worse, hadn't they? At some point. Either way, he tried to brush it off and move on.]

They just have vanilla here, but it's super creamy. That alright?

[ It's not like anything bad has happened.

Its so dismissive and it makes Gladio's hackles rise, expression darkening. But what bad has happened? A flicker of Prompto's expression, fearful and uncertain, flinching away from him beside a campfire. His face, battered and bruised and terrified and-

Gladio looks down, catches Prompto's wrist, seeking out the leather band that's been an ever present part of his wardrobe for as long as he's known him.]

Where's your bracelet?

[He flinched, instinctively pulling his arm back and covering his wrist with his hand. However, there was no need to. There was nothing there.]

What bracelet?

[Flexing his fingers, he let his hand drop from his wrist, letting the uniform fall back into place.]

I'm not wearing a bracelet. None came with the uniform. ...Is there supposed to be one?

The one you... always wear? [Right? And why does it feel so strange, seeing Prompto in the uniform. Like he's not used to it, like it means something so much more than it does. Hope after so long without-

He shakes his head, dismissive, trying to clear his mind of all these conflicts.]

Shit, maybe I'm the one being weird. Must not've gotten much sleep. [Does he ever? Why wouldn't he? The kids? Maybe? They were young enough to- well, actually, how old are they? And how old is he? Why does he feel like he's talking to someone so much younger than he should be?

Gladio slumps over the counter, head in his hands, trying not quiet the questions tumbling around in his brain.]

Fuck the ice cream, dude, I need a drink.

[Prompto tilted his head curiously. He kind of got that Gladio was talking about something specific, but... He wasn't really interested in acknowledging it. He'd prefer not to think to hard on these things and to just enjoy the moment.

Reaching over, he patted Gladio on the shoulder.]

No problem, dude. I think they have beer here... If you specifically ask for it.

[Of course he knew all about the food place. Though, he didn't cancel that order for ice-cream. Gladio might still need it to take the edge off. Also, it was delicious stuff. His hand paused a moment to rub Gladio's upper back.]

Maybe you should cancel the date and just take a breather if you've been training too hard? I'm sure Cindy would love to have the kids helping with the Regalia.

[She did teach them a thing or two about cars when she was working on them. She was great like that. He could just imagine all the times he sat there and watched in quiet awe.]

Isn't it dangerous to have them out in the garage?

[The garage... in Hammerhead, obviously. But Prompto was here, they both were, here in the Crown City and nothing was on fire, the sun shone brightly overhead and turning to look out the windows of the shop to see the setting sunlight glitter off the Citadel in the distance make his heart ache and panic swell in his chest.

The sun. Of course it was the end of the day, it was late, it made sense for the sun to go down but watching the light die had Gladio on his feet, rushing out the door hard enough to make the bells overhead slap harshly against the glass.]

Prompto! [Because surely the sun setting meant they had to be on guard...

Didn't it?]

They'll be okay with Cindy there! She'd never let them get hurt.

[He was trying to get back to casual conversation, but when Gladio suddenly ran outside in alarm he instantly summoned his gun to his side and followed him.

On the other side of the door, he glanced around. And saw nothing in particular. His inquisitive gaze then turned towards Gladio.]

What is it?

[Brows furrowed, he was starting to get worried now. Stepping towards him, he let the gun disappeared and placed a hand lightly on his back to lead him.]

Come on. I think you seriously need to get some rest. I'll walk you home.

[Prompto's lack of concern, the soothing touch to his back, it all makes his hackles rise and he jerks away from the touch, panic rising no matter what Prompto says.

Hyperion comes to his hand, a blade Prompto would not remember, something much more impressive and powerful than the last sword the blond would recall. And he ignores Prompto's reassurances, turning towards passersby on the street.]

Get inside! Stay in the light! [Because the last time he'd been here on the streets of Insomnia the city had been crawling with daemons, monsters so densely populating the city that the very streets vanished beneath the onslaught.]

Prompto! Daemons. [As if that explained everything... and really it should.]

There's no daemons here. Gladio...

[This was concerning. Gladio was really freaking out for some reason. He didn't want to deal with the raging beast but he couldn't leave it up to the citizens, so he placed a hand on Gladio's shoulder and shook gently.]

Dude, what's up with you? It's okay. Put your weapon away, you're going to scare people.

How? [ Soft and desperate and uncertain. How could there be no daemons here, even after nightfall? ]

But the sun...? [Prompto was right though, this was wrong, people didn't look concerned. What was happening!?]

It's okay, Gladio!

[He knew he had to keep this under control, whatever this freakout was about, so he hopped in front of him, grabbing both of Gladio's shoulders this time and giving him one firm shake. Not that he was strong enough to move the mountain much.]

Wake up! Everything is going to be okay!

[He looks down at Prompto for one more panicked moment and then, despite the blond's certainty that he couldn't move him, Gladio collapses to his knees.]

Prom.... come back...

[And then he slumps over, unconscious.]

[All he could do was watch his friend collapse in front of him, holding onto him as best he could to keep him from going down too hard. Was this some sort of medical condition? What was happening?]

Gladio!

[He shook him roughly. But, as Gladio's consciousness disappeared from his dream, his mind reconciled the differences. Prompto called for help and an ambulance came for him, taking him to the hospital to rest. Prompto would visit him later when he was feeling okay again... For now, he needed some time to think, and someone would have to let Elle know what was going on. He could grab the kids and take them over to Cindy so that Elle could go visit him in the hospital.

Whatever. Everything would be okay. Gladio must've just had a really bad night. Whatever happened, it would be okay.]

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Exploration Event: Neverwere

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I'm so sorry

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good night, Prompto~

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