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Distinctive VoiceOh, the realization stung. The poor old guy was going to have its expectations crushed harder than hers during a Star Wars Marathon.
"Don't bother", she says kicking her legs up in the air, "It's a nightmare", she looks at the couple upside down, the laces of her lingerie falling on her body, "should we help? I mean, I'd be willing to. Even though if this dream has probably nothing to do with our quest"
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The Summer Queen tries to reach out, feeling the taught, vivid nature of the dream around her. The guy in the dream is utterly lost in the scene, but the walls around are like steel, unyielding to Circe's probe. However, she feels a tiny wave of a draft run over her skin, the breeze coming from somewhere outside.
Ram feels the frustration of the sheer vividness of the dream, reminded of how fickle the human mind can be. As he tried to read the dream, hampered by how much the Dreamer was invested in their fantasy, he feels the same shives down his spine and the feeling, drawing his eyes to the bedroom door.
As Titania reveals her discovery, the room increases several degrees. The man's breath becomes more ragged. From her point behind the couple, the Spring sees the woman's nails begin to grow into talons, and he tongue tracing the man's jaw unfurls in a fork.
Apologies Scourge - you're completely right, I forgot about that. Ram was able to tell there was nothing prophetic about this dream before Titania begins twist parts of it (and you would be right again, that would tweak whether it was prophetic or not). I'll try to keep more on top of things!
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"Oh," is her response to Titania's insight. Well that was a strange nightmare. She walks around the bed for a moment. She is more focused upon finding the draft's source. "Eh, why bother?" She asks Titania. "Sure, playing out the FBI meme would be funny but we ARE here on a job. Save yer juice fer the main event I say. Not our fault he has sexy nightmares."
She continues exploring the "room" for that wind. "There s a draft somewhere. The walls are solid. But ya can't have a draft without a opening. We find it, we can, uh, keep going? Maybe? I don't do this stuff outside my own head."
As the oneiromancy was failing her, Circe wonders if a more mundane approach might work. But this is a dream, so it is supposed to be dream walking powers right? Might as well try again.
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"If this don't work, Imma gonna start trying ta feel my way out," she comments to Ram and Titania, "Cazzo literally!"
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Mantle (Summer)“We’re probably better trying to figure out if this is the dream of my other half.” He glanced again at the short, thin guy. It didn’t seem likely but then Ram just didn’t know. A lifetime fighting and tearing down castle walls had changed him. Drastically. Maybe this was his fetch. Or maybe the guy wasn’t even what the dreamer looked like. This was a nightmare after all. Maybe it was what he was afraid he looked like.
“We should focus on looking for clues about who this guy is. See if any of it lines up with what we know.” Which again, wasn’t much. Ram tried to think if there were any indicators within a dream to show it belonged to a fetch. The Autumn King didn’t seem to think so, but maybe the Ogre had heard something the Antler Crown hadn’t.
“Draft is probably coming from the door,” he motioned to Circe. However, Ram didn’t open it just yet. While changes had already been made, the Render didn’t want to push to hard and unravel the dream by accident. Besides, from the chill running down his spine, he would guess there was some sort of menace about to burst through any second. What if he made the change to open it and the menace wasn't ready, and the dream dissolved into cartoonish screams about not being in costume yet and still practice lines?
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Distinctive VoiceShe gives them a perplexed look before she returns to studying the couple.
"This is a sexy nightmare. How do you expect us to find anything if we can't interact with it at all, and if we do, we'll tear it to shreds? Maybe we should readjust the environment and interact with them?", she asks, unsure of their next step.
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Circe reaches out again, as she so accurately says, literally, running her hands along one of the walls.... but this time there is the distinct feeling of the draft and knowing that there is a doorway from this dream in the room beyond. Wherever it leads, however, is impossible to say.
Ram pondered the nature of Fetches and what they might dream about. They represented the human that was taken. So if they were in person in the dream, that person would usually look like an unchanged Ram. It would believe it was the person Ram was. It would respond to that name, most likely. What else? Well.... they believed they were human, didn't they? So their dream would have as much range as human dreams. He was sure he'd heard that. They could see through Masks, too.
Also, wasn't looking for a specific dream based on distance to the target? The Ogre was sure someone had told that before. Rhodes hadn't said the oneiroscope would take them straight there, only that it was easier... so this must be the night that the path between their dreams and the fetch's dream was shortest. Piecing his knowledge of Fetches and dreams together, it seemed that unless his Fetch believed itself to be a short, balding man or a buxom seductress, this wasn't the dream he wanted.
Being closest to the engaged couple, Titania sees the man stiffen and begin to convulse. The woman is drawing slowly away.
From her mouth protrudes a muscular coil of scales.... straight down the man's throat. Her eyes have become fully yellow, her teeth sharpened to points, her nails are fully fledged talons. She continues to change, scales spreading from her temples and along her spine.
Apologies for the delay folks - been a busy few days.
If you wish to leave via the gate, the roll is the usual Wits+Empathy+Wyrd-Intensity (4). For Ram this is a +2 (wits+Emp+Wyrd-2), as he was used as the basis of the oneiroscope and is connected magically to his Fetch.
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Mantle (Summer)"No, I'm pretty sure we got the wrong dream." He might not know what his name was, but he knew his appearance "There ought to be more similarities between me and the dreamer. We should keep going."
Focusing more on the draft Circe had mentioned, and seeing where she was running her hand along the wall, Ram tried to open another gate like he had before. It was harder this time. The dream fought against him this time but the Render knew there had to be a way through. He grabbed onto the draft and pulled hard.
The wall exploded like it had just been subjected to a pressure wave. Wind blew in from the gate like there was a tornado on the otherside. Ram held up a hand to block debris from hitting his face. Oops.
"I guess the good news we don't have to worry about making changes to the dream." He looked to Titania and smiled, not sure if she still wanted to help this disturbed dreamscape but hoping she would make it quick if she did.
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"Where is the damn door!" Circe keeps trying to find it because why not? She starts knocking on the walls with her gun. Her ears are bent forward to listen for difference in sound.
And then THAT happens. Circe is diplomatic. "Whoa, dragon fetish? That is odd."
And BOOM goes Ram. Circe pulls down the helmet to block her face. "Knock knock, door no more block. Good job bro. Let's see where this goes."
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Circe looks down the doorway with the barrel of her gun pointed first. Not practical in the dream-scape but habit. That doesn't mean she won't have fun with it as she shouts through the door, "Lucy, I'm home!"
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Distinctive VoiceLeave a stranger in need during a lustful dream?
It's against everything she stands for.
"Well, there's something I want to help him with", she gets up, and with a flick of wrists she starts peeling away layers from the lady.
It won't amount to much, but it will severely weaken the nightmare. When she's done, she'll follow her friends.
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The door blasts open with Ram 's inelegant but undoubtedly effective rending of the dream. Looking behind, he watches as the man continues to convulse. Choking on the serpent reaching down his gullet.
He steps through, feeling the similar feeling as before. In the darkness, boughs and neurons stretch away all over....
And then he arrives, and only seconds later Circe lands beside him in a combat crouch.
A beautiful sunny day beams down on them. People are moving around in small groups, though they seem hugely tall, twice the height of even Ram. Their faces are indistinct, becoming more clear and real the closer the eyes go to the ground. Something about the whole place looks and feels familiar, even the music in the air. Looking further, beyond the giant humans, there seem to be stalls, rides... All overly sized and imposing, in gaudy not-quite-real colours. Up ahead, a signpost pointing to the Haunted House and the House of Mirrors....
Funderland.
It's Funderland.
The changelings have immerged on one of the small grassy verges, where a young girl, maybe five or six, seems to be following a butterfly with intense fascination. Unlike the giants wandering around, she is fully clear with curly blonde hair and a denim dungaree dress. She turns, looking through where the changelings are, her gaze becoming a frown for a second before turning right around, looking in every direction. Her face fills with terror and panic. "Mommy?"
"MOMMY!!!!!"
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Titania's efforts of mercy are noticeable and she unweaves the rigidity of the dream around them. The colours lose some of their vibrancy, the edges a little softer. It is still a strong dream, but maybe the dreamer has a little more change of uncovering the meaning therein.... if there is any at all.
The door it still there and glowing, the breeze rippling outwards from it.
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