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

[ohshitsweetflips]

Easy there, no need to get riled, this shop doesn't exactly seem to be doing a booming business (can they imagine doing this with someone in line behind, though? That not happening is how you know this is an ideal world) and Taako's in no hurry. He can sort this out, no problem.

Except it seems more like a problem now that there's a little pile of golden dealies staring him in the eye with incalculable malice.

"...Sure, I can do that." They don't even have like a denomination on them or anything? Or can he just not read. Is it one-to-one? He squints in determination, and just starts moving some into a different pile. How is it so hard to keep the piles separate? Shit. Disaster, try again.

Finally, he thinks he's got it, and he gestures at the little pile, displaying as little dread as possible. "That about right? Slippery little fuckers."

[hyperlit]

You know what? That's fine. They can't even confirm it to themself, the actual total they've committed to in exchange for some candies they're no longer sure they even want, but have elected to purchase anyway in the interest of being polite.

The only comfort is in that this is evidently not solely their problem, as the vendor appears to be having the same exact issue that they are.

The total in relation to the purchase looks...in no way even. But at this point, the promise of the relief in this entire disaster of an exchange being over supersedes their desire to save money.

yes
ok

thank you

This was terrible, thanks.

[ohshitsweetflips]

Now that that's over with, Taako is all smiles once more. "No problem," he chirps, scooping up little golden whatsits. Where do these go. What's he even gonna do with them. Whatever!! A victory is a victory.

"Hey, come back any time, maybe I'll have more of those. Sure you don't want anything else?"

He's bluffing, he has to be. If they actually wanted anything more, he'd be hiding under the counter.

[hyperlit]

After the nightmare that was this latest transaction, he's asking if they want anything more? The Drifter shakes their head in a flurrying jerk of rapid movement that does very little to conceal the utter desperation that Taako's offer elicits.

...

That's odd.

They can't remember him giving them his name. But - they know him, surely. They've seen him here, talked to him before. There's a familiar cast to all of this, like a well-worn sort of polished routine that's merely become spotted with holes.

not
usually like this

They think? It wouldn't make any sense if they were.

[ohshitsweetflips]

Taako isn't gonna deny a small surge of relief that they will not be embarking on another transaction. Maybe he should just close, after this.

The rest of what they say, he isn't really sure what to do with.

"Hey, everyone has bad days. You know what I always say? No reason to beat yourself up, because even if you win you lose." He shrugs, carefully unconcerned. "I mean, I probably don't know math here either." What does that mean? Who cares, just roll with it.

[hyperlit]

Math. No, they can’t say the topic interests them. Which is odd, considering...

Numbers have an abstract importance they can’t really place. Thirty-two. Sixteen. Clusters of things in groups of four. The thought diverts them enough for the Drifter to not even question the absurdity of a vendor who doesn’t know math.

They turn to leave, because that seems infinitely preferable. This entire exchange has been a befuddling disaster from start to finish.

thank you