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

[attheclocktower]

Wh-

[ She doesn't... she doesn't understand. How could this not be real? A dream? Why... why was Shion even saying these things? Everyone was fine here. Everything was perfect.

And yet next second, she's flinching away, scrambling away from the edge of the clock tower, where the ledge she'd been sitting on had turned from warm brick and mortar to a film-covered wireframe. And as Shion had pointed out, this wasn't a world where the bad things had never happened. It was where the bad things were already done. She knew what that was. And she knew somehow that Shion was causing it directly. ]

Shion, what are you doing?

[savedbyasong]

Saving you. [It was in many ways the epitome of stark reality. Everything stripped down to its very base, wireframe, film. Though here it was no more reality than the warm brick of the clocktower was. It represented truth though, harsh and unforgiving.

He let himself remember, to open the doors in his mind that he tried his best to keep closed. It didn't take much, they were jammed shut against memories that were in a constant struggle to break out and overwhelm him. He tried to focus to direct the memories.

Every time they had been fooled like this. The time everyone had believed they had been in the tower hundreds of years. Dreams that seemed terrifyingly real. The void, stealing their energy. He flung those ideas, the pain and suffering they had caused, into the dream. Letting them work into the gaps.] It's not real Aster. We never left the island. [Memories of the islands, they were in general nicer than those from the Tower but he focussed on the bad ones. The Story Teller had said hopelessness and grief. He could provide hoplessness and grief. The void was first, the bodies of children. Him lying crumpled on the streets of Ai'Tuoh after Laurent's attack. The ledge was still wireframe but the air took on the sort of grey despondent look it had in the void.] You've been on the islands six months Aster, I've been there for four. We never escaped, you never came back here. This is all false. Just a dream feeding off your hope. We're not with dad it's just us.