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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[postictal]

[Something's wrong.]

[It's been ramping up, and now it's churning in his guts like the red pulse of a neon warning sign, the pressure of wrong, wrong, wrong grinding up against his chest. His fingers go slack, and he hastily sets the glass on the table before it slides from nerveless fingers and shatters on the ground.]

Do you...you know me, right? You know who I am? I know who you are, I - you're Asgore. The king. [And yet, he sounds like he's trying to convince himself of it in the same moment.]

[journalname]

I - yes, yes, that is me. And you are...Tim, are you not? Chara's friend.

[They've met once before, haven't they? He can't quite recall where, or when. His memory's usually good, but...that's not so strange, right? Probably he only saw them in passing, or Chara mentioned them, or...?

He leans forward in his chair, as if thinking about reaching out but unsure if he should.]

Please, just breathe. It is going to be okay.

[postictal]

How do I know them? They - they hate humans, don’t they?

[How does he know that? They say they hate humans but they might just hate what humans have done what humans are capable of and it means they can find it that much easier to hate themself by lumping their own person in with the rest of them as something irredeemable and they’ve done worse they’ve killed they’ve ]

[Have they?]

[journalname]

I - well, they have had their difficulties with humans in the past, but -

[Asgore isn't entirely sure if it's politeness stopping his tongue, or if he just...isn't sure. Of course Chara doesn't hate humans anymore. Right?

No. They're happy now. They've been doing better.]

They have been doing much better lately...though, I do not know where you met them?

[postictal]

[Where did he meet them?]

[How did he meet them?]

[There's the sensation of a thought that he can't quite reach, something balanced at the tip of his tongue, something he can only just perceive but not in its entirety. There was stone, stone underfoot and along the walls and chasing up to the ceiling, and - ]

[He's having trouble discerning how that must have gone.]

I - you lived in a castle before this. Right?

[journalname]

Yes, in the Underground.

[Asgore frowns for a second, puzzled. Not that Tim might have seen New Home; there's no reason to restrict access to the Underground. Just...something feels off about that nonetheless.

It's been so long since Chara lived there.]

Have you been there?

[postictal]

I remember...something. Something about a castle. I don't...

[Have humans ever been there? He was there to watch the Barrier shatter - he wasn't there, not really, but he felt tiny furry white paws clench and unclench with the knowledge that sooner or later he'd turn back into a flower and the power of every SOUL in the Underground swelling inside him, and - and, oh god - ]

[He takes Asgore's advice from earlier. He breathes, instead.]

I'm sorry. I've...I don't know why I came here.

[journalname]

[Frowning openly, Asgore puts a big paw on Tim's shoulder. He's not sure when Tim may have been in the castle, but really that's far less important to him than Tim's obvious distress.]

That is alright. Please, stay as long as you like. [Is that helpful? He certainly doesn't want him to feel he has to leave in this state.]

[postictal]

[A tiny, distressed noise leaks out from behind clenched teeth, and Tim puts his face in his hands. What is he doing here? Why is he - bothering the king with his bullshit? He's losing it. He's losing it; feels like his skin is unpeeling from underneath him like there's an itch like there's something he can't see he - ]

[A weight on his shoulder should unsettle him. Instead, it grounds him.]

I'm - I interrupted you, just barged in here to start asking you questions about your kid, who - who does that? Who does that?

[journalname]

It is no trouble, truly. Chara sounded as if they appreciated the visit.

[He still doesn't understand what happened with the phone - perhaps they lost the signal? But that's really not a major concern to him right now.

For all that he can't quite recall having dealt with anybody having a breakdown like this, the motions of it seem familiar to him.]

[postictal]

[What’s wrong with him? Why is he like this?]

[He almost laughs. Almost. That’d be a hell of a thing, wouldn’t it? Just in case it wasn’t painfully clear that he’s losing his mind?]

You’re the king. Don’t you have anything better to do?

[journalname]

Of course not. Your health is important.

[Or, like, whatever this is? He really doesn't, even if you were going to be coldly practical about it; the gardening can wait.]

[postictal]

But I’m just some guy. Some human.

[Do they even really know each other? Does...he?]

[journalname]

I do not think that matters.

[He doesn't just throw people out of his house for having breakdowns?]

Is there someone you prefer I call? [Other than Chara, that is, they're already on their way back and will definitely for real be here]

[postictal]

I...

[Who else does he even know? The name Sans leaps out at him, but it's spiked through with an undercurrent of terror for reasons he can't wholly enumerate to himself. Reasons he doesn't want to.]

I don't think so. I don't know. [How does he not know?]

[journalname]

[That's, uh. Concerning.]

That's perfectly okay. You can stay here as long as you need. Perhaps you would like to lie down?

[postictal]

How do I know you?

[He launches the question with a fierceness that doesn't quite suit it.]

How did we meet? Can you remember? The - the day, how it happened?