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

[thermalwind]

[He takes the insult with a roll of his eyes. Sometimes he's still young. Keith faces the god's face and snorts.]

Oh yeah, I'm dull. I want to be there for my actual friends. That's terrible.

[He has so much he wants to do. To find his mother and ask her why. To return home and work with the Blades. Get good enough that he can fix what he made wrong. Get strong enough so no one has to rescue him from his own hell. Besides, he knows for sure he wouldn't know happiness if it bit him.

It's absolutely bullshit that dream had seemed nice.]

This is all fake too. Who told you this is what your nature is? I've seen a god who takes care of them-self and tries. I don't always like what it says but it does what he can. Enough for me.

You don't really want to live like this. Do you?

[thankgods]

You know nothing...of what I am...what I want...

[His attempts to sway them are for naught. This is what they are for a reason, Keith. They are a god. If they planned on being anything else, they would do so.]

It is my nature...accept it...

[thermalwind]

You're right, I don't! [He spreads his arms wide as his sword reverts to a knife.]

I'm asking you! I'm trying to understand why you thought all of this was a good idea. Why you're living like this! I don't want to just...

[He knows sometimes killing is the only way. He's done it with the Lions. With a sword. His mind narrows all the way down sometimes. It had burnt like a star in his head as he carved his way to the god. But now...

his hands curl into fists and he breathes out.]

I was happy in that dream. But it wasn't real. Shiro and Lance and everyone out there are here and need me. I can't just live in a dream. You shouldn't either. You're killing yourself.

[thankgods]

It is my nature...accept it...

[The words grow fainter, fainter. For a moment, it seems they might merely repeat the same words they have always been repeating. Until something else cracks through, only briefly. Only for a moment.]

Better to dream...than remember...what one has lost...

[thermalwind]

[His shoulders had started to fall but he halts mid-motion. Keith stares. Flashes of his memories drifting up like colored birds. All of them about grief and moments he had been hurt. There's so many.

That's why he sank down in the dream and wrapped it around himself. It had hurt so much to wake up. The void inside him had ached despite who had cut him free. He stares and reaches out but his hand stops.]


...I get it. [His anger is shattered and frozen over. He couldn't summon it even if he tried to.]

I'd stand by you if you remembered. I've lost everything before. I know it...probably isn't the same but this isn't any better. You really are dying.

How much of the real you is even left.

[thankgods]

I am the real me...I am Bliss...my nature is absolute...

[They are not dying, Keith. They are stronger than they have ever been. The problem is that they are not meant to be. They may be marinating in their own detritus, but their tangibility is far greater than it ought to be.]

You know nothing...of gods...idiot thing...

[thermalwind]

So teach me. [He frowns, fixated on this moment of talking. If he could just make them understand. Then this didn't have to come to tragedy.]

Tell me what I don't know. I can't judge based on anything but what I'm seeing and hearing.

Seems to me you're stuck on this island and just feeding on anything that comes close. Not much of a life. Not really bliss to me.

[thankgods]

...hm...

...no.

[The ground beneath him abruptly softens and thickens like split pea soup. Vines begin to writhe out like fat, slimy worms, straining to wrap around his legs and creep up to his abdomen.]

...boring...you were better...asleep...

[thermalwind]

[Better asleep.

Asleep he had been the Black Paladin, leader of Voltron and pilot of the Black Lion. He'd been sure of himself and belonged. He'd stood between others and danger. He'd protected the universe and had a team to back him.

He still protects and in this moment he gets one thing about leading the charge that he never did before. The leader takes on the shitty jobs no one else should have to. Even the business of killing. He flips his blade and stabs down at the vines, in this moment letting go of being a loner.

For a little while he'll lead. So no one else has to do the job he's set upon himself.]

Nah. How does that go?

[He whistles high and shrill. Ember descends like a comet and bursts into the flame. the bird flies at the God's face with a deafening scream. He feels terrible about this but this is probably the only way. One day he'll be cutting Zarkon down like this too.]

People have to want to be part of it. They can't be forced.

[thankgods]

You all want...happiness...everyone does...

[More vines start to crawl for him, even as the others start to be singed away. The flame scorches the thick, heavy skin of them black. They cringe, but they're quite unable to move. The way they've settled into the earth has literally rooted them to the spot.]

[Still, that doesn't stop them from lashing out with thick ropes of vine, swarming out from the soil.]