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

[thankgods]

Use of the name Rapsho gains very little response, a slow cracking of those eyes until both are semi-focused on Lup- or not at all, really. Looking in her direction whilst looking beyond her, exhaling contentedly.

"Why... speak with them..? One who...has nothing... to offer me..?"

From the mush around her feet, the vines slither upwards, lazily coiling in the air. Spirals upon spirals. The one closest to Connor doesn't even bother with that much, sliding across the ground in an attempt to snare his ankles.

"Happiness... is all. You... cannot deny that..."

[hellawrath]

What did she fucking think very strongly about being cool, Connor? Whatever baller one-liner that was no doubt supposed to be, it's not really the time yet. She pulls a quick yet expressive Seriously?? face in his direction and--

Oh great, the cabbage talks. She's not into like, any part of this? Especially the part where they dismiss the Storyteller completely and instantly, while the other god is over on Enso absolutely wrecked about this shit. Fuck off, they have plenty to offer! She saw that herself, for just a moment, and it flares in her heart with an intensity she really kinda doesn't have the time to examine right now.

The fucking second any of that coiling plant matter even remotely touches her leg, her free hand charges a Fire Bolt and Hot Boi calls out angrily in response, fluffing up and smoldering on her shoulder. Boy is she just so ready to make a bonfire out of this mess, but-- Chill, sis. Can't solve every problem with fire.

"Fucking watch me, dipshit," she spits at the god, but she already knows there's no point in trying to convince them the thing they're the god of isn't the only thing that matters, or that what they're selling isn't real happiness in the first place. Might have seemed like it for a while, but it's-- denial, hiding, an empty, lonely high. It didn't mean anything.

"Alright, here's what I've got to offer! Bliss, your own fucking bliss, not this second-hand horseshit - if you let everybody go!"

[yourattention]

He's trying his best, Lup. He's trying his best and that's all that can be asked of him. Which, you know. Is why he's patting down his pockets down as he dodges the vines.

"Nah, happiness is good and shit but have you ever been high" Eventually, Connor manages to find his stupid plastic baggie. "Getting high for real is way better than getting high off life."

[thankgods]

"I have...all I need... I have shared it with you... and still..."

A sigh, almost- but not truly- discontent. They are not swayed by this offer, not in the slightest. There is no difference between what she is trying to sell and what they already have; the paradise they have composed for themself. Only themself.

"What I offer... is as real... as anything you perceive... Lup. Better than..." A pause. Their eye drifts almost balefully towards Connor, one vine rather purposefully swatting at his bag of... goods. "Any drug."