Hijinks Mingle

[potentite]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Anywhere around the hub!
When: Days 103-105
Open/Closed: Open mingle!
Notes: See this post for details on the moon prompt and this one for the telepathy/dream/spirit prompts!



[A | Flower Gleam and Glow]
[The nearby moon is still passing close to the hub island, meaning the effects are still in play. Perhaps now is the time to stop and smell the large lit up sparkling moonflowers that have bloomed? Or be annoyed by the mosquito-like insects that came with them.

Alternatively, the deer seem to draw some sort of energy from the moon's light. Given their size, at least their sudden aggression and proximity to the base camp isn't the worst thing in the world but a kick would still break a rib or other bone so be careful! Possibly help each other deal with these cute but troublesome fauna.]



[B | Eavesdropping]
[For some reason, the telepathy will suddenly get rather wonky. Characters won't know why it's happening, though of course no doubt there will be ponderings, but it means characters won't be in control of their ability to broadcast — or more specifically, not broadcast — their thoughts. Time to find out secrets of an embarrassing nature. Or maybe something sadder is going on in your character's head.

If this wasn't bad enough, the area around the signet might experience burning or tingling. Just try to keep a lid on your brain for the day and distract yourself from any annoying pain.]



[C | Talking In Your Sleep]
[Or maybe your character just doesn't have the most interesting thoughts. Maybe they're busy thinking about pie instead of their upsetting childhood. That's fair. Pie is great.

But surely sometimes it haunts their dreams. With the telepathy running amuck, it's no wonder dreams and nightmares are leaking through, too. Of course, it doesn't have to be an accident. Feel free to grab a friend and share a fanciful dreamscape together on purpose! But for those nuts that are tougher to crack, accidents can and will happen.]



[D | Who You Gonna Call]
[Last but not least, as Friday rolls around, there seems to be something odd going on with the island. If your character is inclined towards the spiritual or supernatural, they'll no doubt notice the strange heavy thickness hanging around. There are whispers in the air and all of new energy just feels solemn. Might be good to give people a heads up and keep an eye on it.]

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[soulcomet]

Incidentally, a book that had fallen into the nightmare sludge earlier managed to get unintentionally caught up in the rewriting of this dream. It's now floating above both Mitakihara and Derse, larger than life, open with its spine facing upward so that the pages are exposed to the ground. It looks a bit like a pop-up book, and is easily reachable by flight.

The (paper) city of Houston

Every note and detail the book once contained about an ancient dead city is recreated in origami here. Every building, every home, every tree, every baseball stadium (Go Astros), and every highway has been carefully folded together out of the pages of the book, text, pictures and all.

It's nearly silent here, save for the sound of the wind blowing through paper. There are no other people or animals or familiars to disturb anyone who feels a need to hide from the hustle and bustle of the two worlds slowly spinning below it.

There is, however, one building in the center of the city that isn't made out of paper: a single apartment building. It's quiet, and maybe whoever settles down here might feel that loneliness again, but all they would have to do is look up, and they would see plenty of signs of life in the two cities above. Lil Cal is good company, too, hasn't he always been?

[it's by no means perfect. there's a lot more that she wishes she could have done, that she could have given, and now that Madoka is awake and sitting up on her cot in her hut, she wishes she were still asleep so she could have seen it.]

[but, she did the best that she could. sweet dreams, Dirk.]

[splinten]

[She's gone. And he can wake up, he thinks, or maybe he can't—controlling sleeping has gotten harder since he lost his dream self, and all that doesn't even apply here—but he doesn't think he should yet. He thinks, maybe, he should learn what she gave him.

So he does. A city he has never visited, in flowers and blossoms, full of people and life. A city made of paper, like a quiet refuge. Two places where he used to sleep.

Creations left behind for him by the dreams of someone full of hope. His hand closes around his chest.

Eventually, he wakes.]