lifeaftr | Exploration Event: Neverwere

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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[They're trying to make tea.

There are, of course, a few issues with this.

The first is easily overcome with determination and a chair- to reach the stovetop (and sink) so they can put the water to boil. When your adoptive parents are three times your height, if not more, furniture is not made to your size. Chara makes do. As it stands, they're just lucky neither of their parents has turned off the gas to the stove in order to save money.

Much more difficult by far is actually reaching the tea, kept on the top shelf, it's far too high for even a chair to help them. Chara is instead forced to simply look up at it, frown tugging at their lips with a soft murmur of darn it as their reaching fingers simply knock the edge of the box and push it even further out of reach. Behind them, the kettle has been whistling for more than a few minutes- long enough to start boiling over.

And that's what Asgore walks in on.

Isn't having kids just blissful?]

[Ah - truly he is blessed.]

Oh - oh dear, Chara.

[Nothing here is fully a cause for alarm yet; he takes the kettle off the boiler and places it on a cool one like it's an afterthought on his way over to Chara, where his paw hovers over their back as if to steady them, even if they didn't look ready to fall in the first place.]

Which were you trying to get?

[They jump- an action that's spawned entirely by surprise, nothing more. There's no tension when he comes in close; if anything, they lean back into his hand, purely for the comfort found in such contact.]

I don't know. I was... [Their scowl softens, glancing off to the side.] I was going to make us some tea to have in the garden.

It was supposed to be a surprise.

Oh, my dear, that is so sweet!

[He smiles and reaches up to ruffle their hair. There's no hesitation to show physical affection, no pause to check that it's okay - why wouldn't it be?]

I'm sorry - I should really keep that on a lower shelf. [He reaches up to retrieve some of the tea, and moves a few things aside to set it on one of the more accessible shelves.]

[Why wouldn't it be, indeed? They duck down a little- huffing as he messes up their hair. But there's a smile on their face when they look back up at him, vexation eased by his obvious delight.]

Thank you, father. [They say politely, not grabbing at the tea until he's finished moving around. Setting the box on the bench, they hop down from the chair, looking at the stove thoughtfully.]

Perhaps... you wouldn't mind boiling the water, whilst I collect the teapot?

[They, uh. They don't want to drag the chair over to the stove when he's watching.]

Of course.

[Shelves are one thing, but the stove really can't be helped. He and Toriel mostly use fire magic anyway, of course, and that's what he uses now. Someday, though, he knows Toriel is looking forward to giving proper cooking lessons with it, unhindered by difficulty in reach.]

I am thinking of adding a new flowerbed on the side of the house, but I have not decided what to plant yet. Do you have any ideas?

[And when that day comes, they really hope your love of butterscotch-cinnamon pie is eternal- because that's all they'll be cooking for months.]

Another one? [Despite the question they don't sound at all surprised, placing a small plate on a tray and reaching for the cookie jar. Tea requires cookies.] Perhaps... some Baby's Breath? And Morning Glory, to climb the house itself. Mandevilla, even?

Ah, that sounds lovely. Perhaps a trellis.

[He turns with the heated pot to fill their cups, and doesn't say a word about the cookies.]

Did you know that some types of baby's breath are used as an ingredient in ice cream? I am not sure we could use it in that way ourselves, but we should make some this summer.

[An interested hum as Chara moves off to the side- best he has room to pour.] I didn't. May we research it?

[If they can make ice cream out of flowers, they are absolutely going to insist on it.]

Of course! I never could match your mother's skill in baking - [And why would he need to? He doesn't, of course not.] - but perhaps we may contribute a little.

Well, making ice cream doesn't necessarily equate to baking. [Does it? Citation needed. Chara peers around him, clearly eager... for the tea, of course. Not the biscuits, and ice cream plots.] May we retire to the gardens?

[Asgore frowns thoughtfully as he pours the tea.]

I am not sure! Perhaps it is not baking after all. We could be the premiere Dreemurr ice-cream makers!

[A new art to pair with Toriel's! That sounds perfectly lovely.]

That sounds lovely. Could you get the door, please? [He'll carry the tea!]

Ice cream goes wonderfully with pie. [Chara supplies helpfully. They're already running to the door, throwing it open and darting outside- before remembering their manners and holding it open.] We should keep our experiments a secret, as to surprise mother.

[She'd be thrilled, no doubt.

And absolutely pretend she didn't already know based on the mess they kept making in the kitchen.]

Exploration Event: Neverwere

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