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

[catpiper]

[Too bad this isn't the world where The Fast And Furious is popular, because she could point them to another kind of drifting their partner might be up too.

But unfortunately, this isn't that reality and all she can do is look at them. The drifter in front of her isn't drifting either? Is it so weird the Guardian is the same way?

Maybe-]

They're a 'Guardian'. That means they have to guard things. I think they left to do that.

[Does that. Does that help.]

[hyperlit]

[She's talking like...like she doesn't know them. Like maybe she doesn't remember them. That's impossible, though - they live here, with the Drifter. This is the Guardian's house. So where are they? Why does she speak like she's never met them before in her life?]

[Like she can't draw them, when they should know them as well as the drifter with whom they room?]

don't you remember them

[catpiper]

[She doesn't know how to answer that question-the memory's unclear and she can't recall any part of their face, their voice, their little texting friend. And she knows it's someone who should be easy to pick out, but all she can think of is-

Drifter.

Their question makes her feel tense and nervous and in order to shake those horrible feelings, she opts to believe-]

I'm tired. That's why I can't remember. We ran around a lot today.

[Her and soccer kid, right? Yeah. That's what happened. It's been a fun day.]

I'll remember when I see them again.

[hyperlit]

[That doesn't make any sense at all, now, does it? Why wouldn't she remember? She's tired. She...maybe she is tired. Or maybe...]

[The Drifter steps forward, uselessly, to try and fit a hand to her forehead, even if they can't exactly place the origin of that instinct. It seems entirely pointless, considering they wear gloves, and they cannot even gauge what sort of temperature might be the ideal one for someone of her physiology.]

are you sick

[catpiper]

[Not here is her first thought. One she doesn't say to them because it makes no sense? What a weird day.

The gesture itself surprises her-they've always held a deep concern for her, one she shared in turn despite the peaceful world around them. It was unshakable no matter how she convinced herself nothing scary was happening, but this is-new? Have they done this before? Their touch isn't unwelcome by any means and she doesn't move away because it's kind of nice, if unnecessary.]

I'm not sick-it's okay. Nothing hurts and my heart's beating like it's supposed to.

[That's comforting right?? Right. Now to try and convince them she's really okay, because she totally is. Just feeling a little sleepo beepo probably.]

I'll remember their face when we draw, so we can play now. That's how it works.

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter remains...unconvinced.]

[But there’s hardly any point in upsetting her over something like that, surely. She’s sounding more certain of herself, and she seems healthy enough, and the Drifter regards her carefully for several long, long moments before at last they relent.]

are you sure

[catpiper]

When I'm sick, I can't run very fast.

[Is she going to run?? Maybe. She looks poised for it, in case they don't believe her. She's going to put the issue to rest once and for all!!! With a challenge? A request? It's something. ]

But I can run faster than you right now, so I'm okay.

[hyperlit]

[That momentarily smooths over their concern and uncertainty, crinkling their dark eyes at the edges in apparent amusement at that claim.]

think so do you

[They will race you, tiny child. They will race you if they must.]

[catpiper]

[She doesn't think!! She knows!! They're fast, but she can be faster-no problem.

Which is to say, she's well aware of their speed and the odds of her winning are extremely small, but she has a secret weapon up her sleeve.]

Look!

[She's pointing up the ceiling!! Oh no, what could it be?? This is a flawless plan that she feels has worked in the past, so let's try it again.]

[hyperlit]

[Horrible little child, trying to trick them with silly games like that. The ruse is obvious a mile off; the Drifter still makes an exaggerated show of looking up and all over, in search of something of note that does not truly exist.]

[They would have to be soulless not to fall for it.]

[catpiper]

[They fall for her devious plan like a fool and she takes pride in her successful cheating ways.

And off she goes to-where? Who knows, but she's flying along as fast as her little human feet can muster. Bye Drifter, bye Felicia, she's outtie and ready to go for the gold. Victory will be hers!!!]

[hyperlit]

[They give her a few meters of head start before they come streaking at her and - they don't surpass her, oh no. Instead, they sweep her up in their arms and, lightning-quick, buck beneath her so she's more or less hitched up onto their shoulders.]

[Piggyback rides, apropos of nothing! Far better than thinking about friends who may or may not exist!]

[catpiper]

[HOLY-

SOMETHING.

The shock of being pulled off her feet is replaced with absolute amusement and joy and all kinds of incredible, happy feelings. She throws her arms up and act like she's flying through the clouds. They're racing together across the comfortable town that only feels like home when she's with Drifter. And that's 1000x better than running through the streets alone.

Deuces, Guardian. They'll worry about them another day. Right now?

She's too busy excitedly pointing their friend around saying turn this way and run that way and generally being a literal backseat driver.

But she's having so much fun. They're gonna both win first prize and that's the greatest gift of all.]

[hyperlit]

[This here is worth it. More than worth it. Ren's giddy delight is infectious, even if the Drifter doesn't articulate it with laughter and cheers the way she does. But they acquiesce at every command, turning smoothly, bolting across the ground in a linear, purpled blur.]

[The Drifter can move absurdly fast when they put their mind to it. And they do.]

[catpiper]

[No matter how much her confidence balloons when playing games, this moment shows that she's no match for the mighty Drifter in a running contest. They're going mach five, mach six? They're super fast. That's all there is to it. The sharp turns make her reflexively grab their helmet, consumed with fits of laughter.

She's not scared because Drifter's with her. It can be fun to fly and when they're moving in straight lines, she raises her hands high into the air to feel the wind against her fingers.

The Gurdian is lucky to have this blue bean by their side, wherever they are and she-

Feels lucky too, being able to live in this beautiful town with her friend. She can't wait to tell soccer kid about this-tomorrow Drifter will have two terrible fiends waiting outside their door, itching for their own piggy back rides across the city.]