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

[meredream]

...a city.

[Said slowly, as if he was testing the idea out. Yharnam was a city. Yes, that sounds right.

But given how flat the road ahead is, it doesn't seem that way.]

There was something important there. Something that needed to be found.

[proficienciesouttheass]

Huh...like what?

[ He's still following. For whatever reason, they're still going. Heading out to that city?]

Treasure?

[meredream]

[It's hard to tell if they're getting anywhere at this point. The road is almost like an endless conveyor belt.

The only thing that's changing is whatever is watching them from the other path.]

No. [That he's certain of.] It's precious and rare...very rare. But it wouldn't get me money.

[proficienciesouttheass]

Hmmmmm.

[ Magnus furrows his brows in thought. He sometimes glances at whatever is watching them, catching only glimpses of shapes he can't really understand. He's not scared or anything - there's only curiosity and vague confusion.]

A weapon?

[meredream]

[The nameless man feels no fear from whatever is on the other path either. But why he feels this way isn't a comforting one: it's born because he knows whatever is watching them could do him no more harm that he hasn't experienced before.]

No...a weapon would help, but that isn't what lies there.

[He remembers a blunt sentence, something that would have normally ended him long before...something. Something.

"I'm sorry but it's terminal. Can't say how long you've got now."]

...a cure. A cure for an illness. My illness.

[Something from the other path growls and the smell of rot begins to infect the air.]

[proficienciesouttheass]

An illness?

[ He notices the change in smell. Roadkill? No... from the other path.

Why can they still see the other path?]

Like what?

[meredream]

Something...I don't remember what it was called. But it was going to kill me. I didn't want to die.

[Not from sickness. He had fought until he carved out a life and continued fighting to keep it. But...

Terminal. After all that. And so--

Ah.]

Something's watching us.

[But rather then looking at the other path, the nameless man stares at the sky. The moon is out but the white color is off. And it's...moving. Like something is under the rock.

Under someone's skin.]

[proficienciesouttheass]

[ The weird smell is getting stronger, and he scrunches up his nose. What is that?

He looks up at the sky - a thought pops into his head: "The moon is fake."

Wait, what?]

What the fuck is that?

[meredream]

[A very good question Magus. The nameless man continues to stare at the moon, despite the vines are slinking out from the trees as the world begins to break under all the eyes he was seeing out of. His Insight. Everything that allowed him to see what wasn't there.

And he's seeing and hearing bells in the distance.

What is real and what isn't is not obvious to a nameless man. But for the Hunter, on the other hand, he could see quiet clearly.

This is fake. Again.]

This isn't real.

[proficienciesouttheass]

...oh, shit.

[ The final words before everything starts falling apart.

The other man suddenly feels miles away, despite looking as close as before. The smell becomes overpowering, almost taking the air away from Magnus' lungs, and he feels something tight around his arms and legs. He should be able to move, but he can't.]

This--shit, where the fuck are we? [ As conscience starts to fall apart and he's almost sure he isn't going to be able to hear an answer.

That isn't the moon, this isn't a path, the flowers aren't what they look like. This isn't here. This isn't a thing.]