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▶ EVENT.019

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Autumn starts to seep through the planet as the weather begins to cool. A comfortable breeze ruffles your clothing, and the eager twittering of summer birds has been replaced with the sounds of squirrels and other creatures vigorously foraging about. The first signs of fall are rapidly transforming the city as browning trees start to shed their leaves en masse, resulting in the streets and sidewalks having to be vigorously swept up by Swiffy bots. Pumpkins and apples are now the markets’ most popular harvests, and plenty of locations are turning into pleasant autumn-themed hangout spots. Bring a friend or a date and enjoy that pumpkin prism latte!

▶ Hey! Listen!
09/25 | top

It’s surreptitious at first. Something you hardly notice until you spot it out of the corner of your eye. A few pumpkins start to move on their own, seemingly scuttling down the sidewalks and following you as you run your errands. The closer they get to you, the more you hear something that sounds like the beating of small bird wings inside of them along with “squee” sounds.

If this series of tiny noises strikes you as familiar, that’s because it may not be your first encounter with these creatures. Some of you may recall these naughty pixies called Dreamweavers, who once let your fantasies be broadcast. Thoughts of vengeance or anxiety may run through your mind, but don’t fret! This time, they’re not here to cause trouble.

A The Dreamweavers plead for the Moonblessed’s help and will go through great lengths to get it. The more you ignore them, the more they will pester you with their magic. They might turn you into the size of Thumbelina, grant you dazzling rainbow hair, or glimmering long, painted nails with color and coating that won’t come off no matter how hard you scrub.

Should you listen, they promise lots of gifts in return. Yes, gifts! Of course, you know pixies aren’t always honest so you may choose to ignore them. However, responding to them negatively only angers them, prompting them to use silver dust that grants you extremely horrible luck for days until you apologize. Your crush might not notice your advances, or something always goes wrong with your wooing attempts. Do you have a secret snack stash? It’s always gone now. Each time you check, a pile of cockroaches is feasting on it. Birds might suddenly decide to make you their favorite toilet. The list goes on.

As long as there’s at least one Moonblessed rejecting their cries for help, Dreamweavers will continue flooding Lunatia to pester everybody. Some pixies will even cast a spell to cause you to walk endlessly down a street without reaching your destination or cause your apartment to suddenly turn upside down. As always, this might be sated temporarily with a little moonlacing!

▶ Nightmare on Lunatia Street
09/26 - 09/29 | top

Despite all the ruckus, your sleep or resting cycle is undisturbed from the Dreamweavers’ antics. Rather, you find yourself sinking deeper into your dreams than ever before. Even those averse to sleep suddenly can slip into a sound slumber within minutes.

You start having vivid haunted visions of the past or of your greatest fears. However, you won’t stir at all even if someone attempts to wake you, remaining practically comatose. Some may experience suddenly being pursued by a strange cycloptic creature, whose eerie steps rattle through the depths of your soul as your nightmares continue.

B When you wake up, a visceral pain jolts through your body. Large wounds and bruises now appear all over your body. You may even find blood all over your clothes, and your body might have lost its strength. Chroma will have to be applied in critical doses to heal you back up, but you may be too shaken up to call for help.

More and more cases of people including locals with unexplained wounds appear as the days go on, and soon clinics across the city are filled with injured patients. The Lunatian government will warn everyone not to fall asleep for as long as possible while investigations are ongoing.

Unfortunately, something is making that difficult, and you just can’t fight the exhaustion no matter how hard you try. Thankfully, caffeine and good company help you stay awake. Prismals are doing their part to contribute by playing loud dance music across the streets. Dreamweavers will frequently honk car horns especially in late hours.

▶ We Need to Go Deeper
09/29 - 09/30 | top

When the Dreamweavers finally manage to garner enough attention, they will tell everyone that something frightening has invaded their domain. As their name implies, these pixies mostly live inside the dreams of living beings, only occasionally popping out to visit when it strikes their fancy.

In the realm of dreams, an unknown distortion had appeared a few days ago, releasing an abyssal creature they call Dreameater. The Dreameater has been rapidly destroying their kind in order to stop them from creating pleasant dreams and fantasies, leaving only nightmares in their wake.

To defeat this abomination, Moonblessed will have to enter inside one another’s dreams with the help of pixie magic.

C Any Moonblessed may volunteer to become a Dreamer. The Dreamers will act as a guide around their own dreamscapes. They’ll also be able to provide some aid if they have a strong enough control on their imagination. During their sleep, they may stay somewhere safe to be looked over by someone they trust or they can stay in one of the clinics to have a Lunatian take care of them.

The Divers heading inside the dreams must protect the Dreamer at all cost. If the Dreamer dies in their sleep, they will also die in reality along with all of the Divers with them.

The Dreameater roams across people’s imaginations, existing within multiple dreams at once. It can only be truly defeated after every one of its existence is slain across the dreamscapes. As a monster born from nightmares, it thrives off negative energies and becomes more powerful the more the Dreamer is in agony. This abomination will purposely take the shape of anything that will deeply scar the Dreamer, meaning its abilities depend on what form it will take. Pleasant memories or experiences will need to shine to stop it from causing too much damage or chaos!

Once the Dreameater is defeated, the perpetrator reveals themselves in everyone’s dreams later that night. He declares himself as Aracht, the sleeping (but now awakened) one-eyed giant.

Aracht: Beast of Sloth

Yawn... A thousand years already? Aww... I’m out of Chroma again... Hope you don’t mind if I take some from you. It’s okay... The Dreameater got it aaall while you were fast asleep... Hehehe.

Yawn... Destroying the world is a pain. If everyone could give me their Chroma, that would be nice... Saves me the work... Zzz...

Aracht then exits your dream, leaving you confused, and you wake up in a cold sweat the morning after.

As promised, the Dreamweavers will send their gifts as a reward for restoring everyone’s peaceful dreams. The pixies will bless a boon of great luck (the exact opposite of Prompt A) and an extra satisfying dream that night that might be shared between one or more Moonblessed. You may need to change the sheets the next morning. One can only hope your neighbors didn’t hear anything, though we can’t say much about whoever you dreamt with or about.

▶ NOTES

LUCK ▶ The degree of bad and good luck is left to player discretion. The bad luck effect may be as harmless as accidentally dropping your ice cream cone on the road.

PAIN ▶ Similar to above, this is also left to player discretion. It may be as minor as receiving a small set of scratches or simply playing out the exhaustion if this is preferred.

DREAMEATER ▶ As stated on the log, its abilities depend on what form it will take. A specific character may be played out as the Dreameater long as they’re not currently in the game. Deceased characters are allowed. Playing an original villain is allowed.

▶ REMINDERS

WHAT IS THIS? ▶ Players may use the prompts in this post to make their own posts and logs for the event in the communities. This post will serve as an event directory. No RPing will take place on this post. Players may place their starters in their top-level comments and link to their posts for others to tag them there.

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▶ PROMPTS

A. Lucked Over/Gumbelina

[Enough people have gone missing lately that Gumshoe isn’t in the best of moods, and seeing those dreamweavers again mostly irritates him. He remembers them mostly as pests he was trying to catch, after all! So he’s quick to brush them off and claim he wants nothing to do with them!

But then, he has to face the consequences. On at least two different occasions throughout the following days!

i. Gumshoe never has been one known for spectacular luck, but now he feels even more ridiculously unlucky than ever! He can’t really walk anywhere without something happening. In fact, he’s just tripped over nothing and finds himself hurtling towards someone else!

ii. And at another point, Gumshoe ends up being cursed in a different way. Now he’s a very tiny guy and has to find his way around a much bigger city. He’ll climb anything nearby in an attempt to get someone else’s attention. Or maybe there’s another shrunken down person to join him!]

B. Sleepless in Lunatia

[Over time, word spreads about what’s going in people’s dreams/nightmares. Gumshoe comes across cases of various people being hurt in their dreams. So, naturally, he decides that he just shouldn’t sleep again!

It’s a lot easier said than done, however. As he has trouble keeping himself awake, Gumshoe ends up roaming the halls of his apartment building and shouting at random doors.]

Hey!! Turn it up in there! I’m trying to not get some sleep here, pal!!

[Or one can just find him on a park bench, on the verge of passing out and with an empty coffee cup slipping out of his hands. He could really use some help staying awake!]

C. I Dream of Gumshoe [cw for death/murder]

[When the time comes, Gumshoe will volunteer for both roles, entering other people’s dreams as a Diver and also hosting a dive into his own dreams as a Dreamer.

When entering his own dreams, one will end up within a lobby of a courtroom. Gumshoe’s dream self will be there to greet them cheerily!]

Hey there, pal! You find the place alright?

[He acts like it’s going to be some cheery jaunt. Unfortunately, there’s some heavy pounding at the doors which say otherwise.]

Uh, anyone gonna get that, or should I?

[Whenever the door opens, standing there will be a a man in a blue suit. ...Who immediately falls over forward, with a knife in his back. That leaves Gumshoe to give a startled scream!]

D. Wildcard

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▶ C [it breaks my heart] 27th

[Ferran had certainly woken up in a... state, to say the least. The dark bruises around his neck, slashes against his legs and chest, and a particularly deep cut along the scar on his right arm were, uh. Alarming. But not painful, somehow? He was almost more disturbed by the content of the dream than by the injuries.

Either way, he's not equipped to deal with them on his own, so he starts to head to the nearest clinic. Along the way, if he happens to spot someone along the way...]

Hi.

[He seems unnaturally calm for the injuries and how much blood has soaked into his clothes and the sloppily applied bandage to his arm.]

You don't happen to have any healing powers, do you...?

▶ D [second time around] 29th-30th

[Now that he's aware of his dusklight bracelet apparently granting him a greater pain tolerance instead of the lightning magic he'd intended, he decides to use it to best effect—defending Dreamers against the demon attacking all of them. Whenever his magic is available, he plans to use it, so Garnet is the one to step inside the dream, the costume and red coloring to his eyes and hair the only physical difference between the two. Whether the person is a stranger or someone familiar, it doesn't matter. They have an important task.]

What do you think? Any sign of it?

▶ E [we laughed like kids] 30th

[Whoever happens to share a dream with Ferran will find themselves in an expensively furnished vacation home overlooking a beach. If it were just the two of them, it would almost feel empty from the size, but the chattering and quiet laughter of of a number of families fills the space enough to be cozy. It's the perfect balance, where one could easily sit in a corner without being disturbed or freely join in the conversation.

Ferran, who's sitting on a cushy couch next to a girl with tan skin and a boy with black hair his own age, waves the visitor over with a welcoming smile. He sounds delighted to see them.]

Hey there! I was waiting for you.

[There's a soft-looking armchair just next to them that's free, practically calling to the visitor. On the coffee table, their favorite drink is waiting, whatever it happens to be. Even if he's a stranger, it's a nice enough situation, right? Why not?]

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▶ option i. [nightmare on lunatia, cw: injuries]

[Of course she can't help but have issues sleeping.

It's been a while since she's had dreams, much less nightmares, but hell if she's going to be telling anyone about them. Especially how she wakes up with blood over her clothes and it's enough that she can be found at the doing a bunch of laundry at one of the laundromats, trying to get the bloodstains out.

She doesn't even know where those came from, and it sure isn't from that time of the month...

But those who might also be in the same predicament - or hell, even if they're not, they'll notice just how pale and thin she is. Those who are observant will even notice that she's in a long turtleneck, long pants. Even gloves.

Lots and lots of layers covering her skin.

That's weird. But she's not going to say anything about it... unless potentially asked, anyway.]

▶ option ii. [we need to go deeper]

[Good to know that things, once again, are due to some sort of supernatural creature and how magic is the solution. Because of course it is.

Guess it can't be helped.

But she much prefers the creature gone rather than not.]

[It's her dream, after all.

An attempt is going to be made. As they wander around in the near empty abyss, a school seems to eventually open up to what seems to be a clubroom.

But that clubroom is empty, completely devoid of life with the exception of the dreamer (Inaba) and any divers that are with her. But as they enter, there's the sound of another set of footsteps.

If they turn around, they'll find a man with no light in his eyes. His mouth opens, and Inaba turns pale, her hands clenching by her sides.]

"...Ah. This isn't the usual group. But I suppose that would be interesting, too, perhaps... let's see..."

[And then he makes a choice between phenomenons, so pick your poison:

Personality Exchange - Body swap.
Desire Unleash - At random times a person's subconscious desires or impulses are unleashed.
Time Regression - Turning people into an age younger than their current.
Emotion Transmission - Emotions and thoughts, at random, are sent from one person to the other. The person whose thoughts were sent knows who it was sent to.

... or perhaps, you're here when Record Deletion happens, and everything is just a blank for Inaba, as she looks at any fellow diver with wide eyes and confusion.]

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I. Réveil
Joseph awakens with a start, clapping his hands over his mouth to stifle a scream, his heart pounding in his chest. Of course, it's when he looks down at himself--at the satin nightgown stained deep red-- that it actually rips out of his throat in a shriek. Perhaps you hear it outside his apartment door, or perhaps you're one of the rare people who he has on his contact list, in which case you get a message:

help

II. Tremblements
So he is no longer allowed to sleep. This is near-impossible for someone who's so used to getting a perfect nine hours every night. Joseph's skin feels rough and raspy, the bruise-like bags clear under his eyes. It's strange to anyone who knows him, truth be told; Joseph has always taken immaculate care of his appearance.

Neither his photo studio, nor his books, nor his music provide any succor from the dizziness and misery. He can't concentrate enough to properly occupy his mind, not when his mind feels so unmoored. Sometimes he wonders if it's better to just fall asleep again, but...oh, something inside him knows that everything's forfeit if he does that.

He decides to try to get some fresh air instead at the Groves, where he stands, staring at nothing in particular in the middle of one of the paths. He's never felt so old.

III. Frimaire
You agreed to help with the Dream Diving...and so, you are sent inside one of the affected's dream. It's dark at first, the kind of cold, acutely lonely early winter night that usurps the last of warmth from autumn. You're in an empty town square, the buildings shadows around you.
You find youself next to Joseph, whose shoulders are drawn up, eyes wide and wary, his arms around himself as he shivers and looks around. A light appears on the horizon, then another, then more, until it looks like a strange sunrise in the middle of the night. They look inviting in the gloom at first, but then you hear the sound of angry shouting floating up as well.

It takes you a moment to realize that it's a mob of people, shouting in French.
Joseph grabs your arm, eyes wide--

"We have to run! Please!"

You realize they're shouting your names.

IV. L'Ombre d'Hiver
You manage to escape from the mob--Joseph seems to perk up when he sees the large manor ahead of you, almost dragging you along. He stumbles inside with all the attitude of a man adrift scrambling onto a ship that's come to rescue him.

Once inside, though, and once he looks around...Joseph looks puzzled. The manor is puzzling indeed: it's a confused mix of architecture, combining French and English, polished brass and darker corners. Some areas you can smell roses and antiquity; in others, you smell strange chemicals. Bannisters twist around staircases that are incongruous with their design, and said staircases seem to change which floors they go to. The shafts of sunlight are almost as disorienting as the shadows they break.

Joseph seems to be searching for something, not even taking note of his surroundings. And perhaps you'll notice that, the longer Joseph is here, the more he seems to age. Skin pulling and wrinkling and sagging, his hands growing bonier and more crooked. It feels like you're there for years. The smell of dust and chemicals chokes you, and even the scent of flowers becomes cloying after a while, as if they've been dried and concentrated. If you look down, you'll find your own hands look old. Perhaps you shouldn't keep going in circles for much longer?

V. Mandragore
"Jojo."
The sound pierces the stale air: musical, fresh, clear. The young man who stands in one of the doorways looks like an almost perfect mirror of Joseph...or at least Joseph as you know him, rather than the withered remnant you're supposed to be protecting.

His smile is sweet, his eyes roving across all of you before settling on Joseph himself, curled into himself, with his hands over his mouth, eyes wide and streaming tears.
"C-Claude?"

The apparition raises his arms, and you get a whiff of chemicals and death from him.

VI. Wildcard/Other
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▶ PROMPTS
𝕊𝕄𝔸𝕊ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾 ℙ𝕌𝕄ℙ𝕂𝕀ℕ𝕊

[It all started with a pumpkin.

Not an ordinary pumpkin featuring its signature orange hue but a little green pumpkin with feet. Yes, you read correctly. Feet.

Alphinaud cannot help but stare as the pumpkin stands there on the welcome mat of his apartment. He was just about to take his leave when he spotted it. At first, he assumed it was a festive gift from one of his neighbors before he noticed the little feet. He stands there at the threshold in uncomfortable silence, his brows arched up in curiosity.

After several minutes of silence, Alphinaud kneels down before it.]

...Hello?

[He pokes the offending pumpkin when he doesn't receive an answer, but the festive plant doesn't move.]

Is this some sort of toy?

[He questions while looking along the empty hallway for answers. Surely this thing belongs to someone.]

ℍ𝔼𝕐! 𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋𝔼ℕ!

You there! Over here! No, no! Look down---

[Alphinaud is no stranger to pixies thanks to his journey to Il Mheg. However, the boy never thought he would find himself in a similar predicament without the aid of his sister. No bigger than a thumb and almost smaller than that, Alphinaud tries in vain to flag down pedestrians here at the park.

He's been shrunk! Shrunk down to size by a malevolent pixie he accidentally swatted earlier. The boy was in the middle of sketching when something started buzzing in his ear. Without thinking, he swatted at the creature thinking it was just a mere insect of some kind but lo' and behold, it was a pixie.

A very mad pixie.

Before he could mutter an apology, poor Alphinaud fell prey to the pixie's magic. That explains why there's very tiny elezen pleading for assistance.]

Look down, over here! Please, I implore you to help me!

[He pleads while trying to ignore the snickering of the malevolent pixies laughing above.]

ℕ𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋𝕄𝔸ℝ𝔼 𝕆ℕ 𝕃𝕌ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀ℂ 𝕊𝕋ℝ𝔼𝔼𝕋

[Alphinaud is no stranger to sleepless nights but this takes the proverbial cake. He could barely keep his eyes open anymore even with the aid of coffee. While Café Lupin is known for both their vibrant decore and strong coffee, not even their best-brewed drinks are enough to keep poor Alphinaud awake.

The boy's eyes droop ever so slowly before finally falling shut. He lingers there for a moment with his chin perched upon his hand as he leans against the table. The youth looks oddly peaceful there, that is until he suddenly awakens with a start.]

Ah! [The poor lad nearly falls out of his seat, his eyes wild with fright.] W-What was that---

[He accidentally knocks over his cup and splashes coffee all over the table. Moderately embarrassed, Alphinaud wastes no time attempting to clean up the mess, not at all noticing the faint droplets of blood on the table. Nightmares often come and go but his dreams as of late tend to linger judging from the worrisome trail of blood trickling down from his nose.]

𝕎𝕀𝕃𝔻ℂ𝔸ℝ𝔻

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A. Hey! Listen!: The Incredible Shrinking Ruby

The city seemed quite peaceful for a change, and that meant that Ruby had a chance to do something that didn't require her body to do crazy things to her. Even if it lead to other moments. But, it seemed that she wouldn't get away with just things like that.

There was a strange buzzing sound as she found herself being attracted by the Dreamweavers. Just one problem - Ruby never heard or seen them before, thus she thought they were bugs and waved them away.

Big mistake.

A little while later, the poor girl would soon notice her surroundings getting bigger and her clothes getting looser - it seems the Dreamweavers didn't take lightly to Ruby ignoring them and now she's shrinking... minus her clothes.

B. Nightmare on Lunatia Street: Wound up on Coffee

Ruby... was not feeling so hot. The dreams she had been having were not what she wanted and they were getting worse, her body covered in marks across her body. Having the Battle of Beacon on replay in her head all the time was not good for her mental or physical state.

And now they're telling her not to fall asleep? Oh, that's going to be rough. Right now, Ruby is at a little coffee shop, drinking a large cup of coffee - and she's asked for double what she usually asks, so she's a little jittery.

"H-Hiiii...!" Ruby said, taking notice of you. "You... you doing okay?"

C. We Have To Go Deeper: Face Your Fears

Ruby knows where she is: it's Beacon. Again. Again and again. It's the same dream that injured her earlier, but this time, she isn't waking up. Even worse, she knows exactly where she is: Ozpin's ruined tower and facing her is someone who changed her life forever:

Cinder Fall.

"Ah, Ruby. Poor sweet innocent Ruby. What's wrong? Failed again?" she taunted. "No matter what you do, you'll never save them. Penny, Pyrrha. They'll always die. Just like your mother."

Normally, this shouldn't bother her, but the lack of sleep is sending her usual dreamself crazy and she races after the woman with a loud battlecry, scythe flailing wildly as the woman easily dodges...

D. The Best Dreams...

The craziness was over. Everything was settled and things were calming down. For the first time in awhile, Ruby had a good night sleep. A wonderful dream...

She was out in a field full of flowers, surrounded by her various friends. It was quite simple and calm, though she noticed someone, smiled and waved them over.

"Hey, you! Get over here, silly, and join the fun!" she called out.

E. Wildcard

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I. Aphaniotis
[...Well...This is different. He'd slapped one of the little whiny pixies away with his tail, only to find... well...

Suddenly everything's so much bigger. Or--

He's smaller?

By the time he's managed to squirm out of his overly-large clothes now, the Dreamweaver is gone, and Luchino's left on his own. Thankfully, there are people out and about in the fall season. He's naked and tiny (but not indecent, at least), and that means he's cold. He needs to get somewhere soon.

He sees a massive trunk of a leg passing by. At least he hasn't lost his visual calculation, even if the vibrations are overwhelming. He takes a leap, grabbing onto the leg, and scrabbling up it. If he can get up onto their head, he can talk to them. Surely people will recognize the resident giant lizard man, even if he's tiny, right?]

II. Brachyseps

[Dreams, huh?

He's never much thought about supernatural things and mysticism, but his time in the Manor and in Prismatica have changed things. So the thought of entering dreams is...well... worth a try, right?

He doesn't know what he's looking for, but he knows the mission at hand. He'll focus on that...for now.

Cocking his head, he glances around at both his fellow Divers and the person whose... dreams... he plans to dive into.

...Huh. He's found that even with empirical evidence he can still be skeptical. He learned something about himself today, didn't he.]

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▶ Hey! Listen!

[At first he doesn't notice anything. There's a shopping list in his hand and he's checking if everything he needs is written down. But then something seems... off. Like he's being watched. He turns around and spots a pumpkin that definitely wasn't there just a moment ago.

Ruca blinks and tries to walk faster, but the pumpkin is following. The boy breaks into a run, trying to escape, but he doesn't have any luck. Suddenly he trips right in front of someone and looks up at them with scared eyed brimming with tears.]

H-help?

▶ Nightmares

[Despite having no luck as usual (but maybe thanks to fairies this time), Ruca thinks to himself that everything else seems normal this time around. He can be found in the library, heavy tomes stacked on the desk that he's sitting at. The boy tries to relax through reading but at some point he starts feeling sleepy and before he knows his eyes close.

His mind falls deep into the slumber and what starts as a pleasant dream about his home quickly turns into a nightmare. He's back in the war zone again. There's smell of gunpowder, explosions, people getting killed. Suddenly some soldiers who he's never seen before approach him with disdain.

"It's all your fault."

"You killed our brethren."

They get closer and closer, reading their weapons and Ruca realizes he doesn't have his sword or strength to protect himself. His friends are nowhere to be found either...

Suddenly, Ruca wakes up as pain jolts through his body. He breathes in sharply, then tries to calm down. His hand presses to his stomach, then moves to his arms as if to check for injuries... and his eyes grow wide when he feels pain.

He touches his cheek, then looks at his hand. There's blood on his fingers.]

W-what...

[The idea that his nightmares can hurt him now is something really terrifying.]

▶ We need to go deeper

[He didn't like the idea of letting someone inside his nightmares, too afraid of what can be found in there, but if it was necessary to save everyone he'll do it.

At first the landscape of his dreams seems fairly normal - it shows a European looking city that some may recognize as Ruca's home town, Regnum. But as the dream continues the city vanishes and suddenly the scenery changes to the interiors of a beautiful and very large castle.

Ruca looks around anxiously, but continues to move forward. Then he sees himself. Or rather he sees himself from his past life - the demon Asura. The demon is much bigger than any human could be, his hair is white while the skin is ashen gray. There are horns on his head and he also has a massive lizard-like tail. And he seems all too happy for some reason, completely ignoring those who just entered the room. A beautiful red-haired goddess stands close to him, but her expression seems worried. She looks so small compared to the demon and her white dress is a stark contrast to Asura's black armour. Her green eyes are downcast as she's deep in thought.

Ruca takes a step back and tries to focus. He knows what will happen next and he's desperate to change the dream to something else. He doesn't want to see this memory again.]

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I: Nightmare on Lunatia Street
[Nightmares are something Faust is no stranger to. To say his life has been rough would be a severe understatement and over the years he's had his fair share of unpleasant dreams. But they were always something he could get over, compartmentalize, and ultimately repress like most everything.

But not these.

These were more... Visceral. Too real. Memories of his own death, but E- Mephisto was there leaning over him this time, blowing a fine white dust over him.

"Now you can never break our promise, Sasha..."

Those words keep echoing in his mind even now that he's forced awake. It's well past midnight and he's seated in the park, glad for the many layers he wears that hide the bandages he had to apply to his wounds. Most of them, anyway. There's a strip of white wrapped around his neck, but even now a little blood seems through what seems to be a cut long the side of his throat. He doesn't even remember how long he's been sitting here for now, just trying to fight the exhaustion and pain as he stares over the dark streets.]

II: We Need to Go Deeper
[While he doesn't know how much use he can actually be against a creature that exists in dreams Faust still volunteered to be a so-called "Diver". He isn't even sure whether or not he'll be able to use weapons to guard the Dreamer he's assisting or whether they'll need to find other solutions in the moment, but he's no stranger to thinking on his feet.

The sharpshooter glances over towards his charge.]

Are you ready?

III: Dreamlands
[He didn't want to do this. The idea of letting someone else see his dreams, letting them know so much... It's something Faust is distinctly uncomfortable with. Even the person he was closest to never knew all of his deepest thoughts until the end, and now... Well. Now it seems like he has little other choice now, because to kill this thing properly they have to do it everywhere.

Whoever is accompanying Faust will find themselves in what looks like the run-down remnants of what was once a bustling business district. Rubble litters the ground along with more than a few corpses, some dressed in white robes and masks with others wearing what almost looks like military gear. Others still are clearly just civilians. There seems to be nothing moving at first, the scene eerily silent until a voice suddenly echoes from somewhere, seeming to belong to a young man.]

Sasha~? Sasha I know you're there... Come out so we can talk!

[Every part of Faust tenses, a flash of conflicting emotions crossing his face for a few moments before he tries to fight it down again.

Suddenly some of the bodies begin to stir and rise up from the ground. Formations that look like jagged crystals begin to grow out of their bodies as they groan in obvious pain, forms contorting and twisting. Anyone who happened upon Faust in Dimension X will likely recognize them. But the sniper doesn't budge aside from moving to stand between the Dreamer and the shambling figures.]

... Run, I can hold them off.

IV: Wildcard
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A. HEY! LISTEN!

[ Do-yoon's barely settled in and now he's getting accosted by pixies. He didn't think it was possible, but they might be worse than crazy fans on Phater. He's managed to dodge them with the cold-shoulder so far, but ignoring them doesn't seem to be working too well for him, either.

So our poor Do-yoon is at a music store, and he's looking at instruments with a keen, knowing eye. His hair is also bright blue, his jacket is metallic pink, and his shoelaces are untied to the point where he might trip any second now.

Despite this and the pixies hounding him, he's persisting, dammit! ]

I'm looking for one with five-strings.

[ The Prismal who is trying to facilitate this order is... a little stressed, but they're clearly trying. At least it's a sale! And Moonblessed are always rolling chroma. Unfortunately for Do-yoon, the fancier ones might be a bit out of his price range, but there's a black one with red accents that he should be able to fit into his budget. ]

This one looks good. Lemme just... [ He checks his pockets. Oh. Did he leave his device at home? That's some bad luck! ] You've have got to be kidding me...

[ So much for ignoring the pixies. After hours of trying his best, he finally relents, turning to the annoying little sprites. ]

Hey! Fix this!

[ Stop him before he gets into an argument with a fairy... ]

B. SLEEP WHEN I'M DEAD

[ Do-yoon's had plenty of all-nighters with his band, between late-night practices and even leading up to the Buried Stars competition, he's able to survive for a bit on coffee and power naps, though waking up with bruises and cuts that he'd barely noticed. After the scare with Gyu-hyuk though, he doesn't want to risk it. The dreams are bad enough, but the fact that they could wake up bloodied and dying is a little too much for him. It's way too much, actually. Forget coffee, fear of death is a great way to keep yourself awake. At least that's almost familiar...

Coffee helps too, though. It's late at night at Prismabucks and he orders two giant iced lattes with extra shots of espresso, one with whipped cream and one without. He looks ragged, his hair in disarray and his eyeliner blurred as hell. At least it kind of hides the bags under his eyes a bit, though it kinda gives him a raccoon look too.

You're probably not even standing in the way, he is just so deliriously tired. ]

What're you looking at?

[ It's been two whole days without sleep, now three. Every passing moment is Sanity Down at this point. ]

C. WE NEED TO GO DEEPER

[ Do-yoon has signed up to be a Dreamer, in hopes that the sooner they can do this, the sooner he can sleep again. So without further ado, welcome to Do-yoon's nightmare. A low, ominous creaking echoes through the dark, as hanging lights and flickering stage equipment provide the only way to see in the dark of what could be a gaping chasm, or a cave, but actually... it's a stage. A stadium that seems to close in when you look at it, with walls that shift and ebb, hiding ominous whispers from beyond their walls.

It shouldn't be possible, but a spotlight follows Do-yoon as he approaches the elevated part of the stage setup. Behind them, a crumbling sign that reads "Buried Stars" flickers and jolts. The whole space smells like an electrical fire, with a thin layer of smoke making everything slightly blurred, and a faint scent of blood to undercut it all. ]

This is it.

[ Whose form would the Dreameater take? Seil's? Inha's? Gyu-hyuk's? If it's looking to traumatize him, it could be anyone. It won't be real, though. The bodies of his friends litter the ground, some pinned on spikes or trapped under stage equipment, all of them pained and bloody, yet who knows, maybe approaching them might yield some kind of information. Do-yoon takes a steadying breath, closing his eyes for a moment and checking his smart watch. At least even in a dream, he seems to have an annoying string of texts to hold him through this. It's all he can manage not to lose his composure, but he knows at the very least that this is a dream. None of it is real. ]

I don't know what's out there... but watch your head.

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( A: A GUARANTEED CATASTROPHE )
[ Weiss didn't have much contact with the Dreamweavers the first time they were around, and fortunately so. With the usual bad luck she has (not as much as Qrow's, at least), missing out on her dreams and daydreams being shown to people all over the place is something she's happy about. Though apparently, that means that the next time the Dreamweavers come about, she's a prime target for their pranks and pestering and whatnot.

Some time during the 25th of the ninth month, a loud scream will be heard throughout the levels of Lunatia. Now a victim of the magic of Dreamweavers, Weiss Schnee has lost one of her most precious belongings...

Her long hair.

Yes, she's cranky, and yes, she's going to be an angry chihuhua with just about anyone she meets. She'll treat those she's never met a little nicer, though, but for anyone she knows and will make any comments about her hair? There will either be tears or more shouting...

That's not all, though. Weiss intends to still go about her day despite how awful she looks. Anyone who talks to her will be met with whining because she misses her hair and this isn't how she's supposed to be, amongst other first world problem whining! As she tries to head to the grocery to buy some snacks for the next coming week, black cats mew and meow at her as they follow her around. ]

Leave me alone! [ 😡!!! She'd turn into an angry cat right about now, were the Cordis moon out. Though apparently her yelling makes the black cats angrier.

Now they're chasing Weiss and she can't even hide indoors because no doors would open for her. ]

Heeeeeelp!

( B: A TEAR THAT'S BOUND TO FALL )
[ When you get pierced on the side with a spear, you'd be dead. That would have been Weiss' fate, if not for a certain blonde swordsman who wears a rabbit hoodie. It was terrible to say the least, and it was an incident Weiss never really talked about with anyone after she recovered. Her friends asked if she was okay, and she said she was. Of course she was! If she talked about how she wasn't, then it would be a sign of weakness. For all of the things she hates about her father, her family name is something that's very important to her. She respects her mother and her grandfather, and the Schnees aren't weak. That's why...

Maintaining sleep has been difficult for some time now. After going down to the Lightless on a mission and it ending not as well as it should have, Weiss' dreams have been plagued with memories of it, what could have beens, and even things that didn't happen but somehow end up in her unconscious, anyway. Another night of nightmares and tossing and turning wasn't any different, except what happens in her mind as she's asleep doesn't take place in the lowest depths of Lunatia. Instead, she finds herself in the assembly area of a school far from where she used to study. The very same place where her life should have ended.

Another night of not being able to sleep well, and not only did she wake up terrified, but her wounds from an event that happened to her over a year ago open up, along with cuts that shouldn't have been there thanks to her Aura. She's done what she can to heal up and cover those wounds, and fortunately, the biggest one's been wrapped up in bandages and is concealed beneath her dress.

Weiss is fine, at first. The morning of the 28th, she seemed fine! But it's the lack of sleep that's getting to her... She needs to move around, get out there and get some fresh air. While the logical part of her tells her to stay at home and rest, there's no way she can do that when she's doing what she can to fight falling asleep. With bags under her eyes and arms wrapped in bandages, she walks around Level Two, determined to get to a coffee shop or some place that has music and has people so she can keep awake. And hey, maybe there's someone else who needs help, someone that isn't her! Best to focus on that instead of her own problems... ]

Good morning. [ Whether or not they're a stranger, Weiss will greet them with a weak smile. Are her arms shaking? Well, try not to pay it any mind... ] Can I help you with anything?

[ Weiss, you're the one who needs help. But seriously, give her something to do. Anything. She can't fall asleep again. ]

( C: A SURE TRAIN WRECK )
[ Protect the dreamer, they said. Weiss is a little embarrassed that people would have to protect her, get her out of this mess, but for the sake of everyone else and this world, she tells herself to suck it up. This isn't just for her, but for everybody.

Admittedly, she's a little hesitant to go to sleep still, which is why she fights it even after the lack of rest. Once she does find herself asleep, though, her diver (or divers) will find themselves in a place that's not at all familiar to them. They'll find themselves in the large yet empty foyer of the Schnee manor. It may be a home, but with the massive number of hallways and how cold it seems to be, it doesn't feel like a home at all.

... Well, what do you do? There is a path to the left, that will eventually lead to one of the dining areas. Upstairs leads to more hallways, all lined with blue carpets with the trademark lacey design the Schnee family is known for. Snowflakes are on the walls, either painted or carved. As for the path to the left, well... it seems to be locked. . . for now.

Where's Weiss? ]

( D: WILDCARD )
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▶Hey! Listen!

[ The last time the Dreamweavers came about, Cloud endured his fair share of embarrassing secrets that were brought to the surface. As for who witnessed them? Some were the last people on this planet he would have liked to have shared such feelings with. Suffice to say, when they show up again, mischievous yet lightheartedly playful, Cloud wasn't having any of it. They prodded and poked into his dreams and thoughts enough. Needing his help with something? Yeah. Guess what they're getting hit with? ]

Not interested.

[ Yet the longer he neglected them, the more persistent they seemed to be. Were they drawn to him so much because of how long he's been here? The thoughts he had before that they seemed to feed on so vigorously? He's not so sure... But from tersely huffing and turning his nose to them, to even swatting one away, that seems to be the last straw. As he walks down the street, the world around him suddenly feels...very large. It's gradual, but eventually he starts to panic when he understands that the city isn't getting bigger.

He's getting smaller. Next thing he knew? He was traversing the busy streets of Lunatia by foot, hopping between feet and dipping between the middle of heel shoes to avoid getting stepped on. Could he tank being stepped on? ... No. He does not want to test that. Even if Cloud's like a cockroach when it comes to how damn resilient he is. Not that he wants to be related to that right now. But now there's a dilemma... How the hell does he get anybody to spot him? ]

[ If you've interacted with Cloud before and you're travelling about, you'll suddenly get a text message or a DM from 'un: cloudywolf' telling you,

"stop walking and listen"

If you do? You're going to hear a very tiny voice screaming somewhere close by. Is that your name being called? Sure is. And it's coming from a pixie-sized Cloud whose gotta be around five-ish inches in height. Help??? ]

[ For those who've never met Cloud, he's still going to try and catch your attention. Even running up the side of a counter feels like he's scaling a skyscraper. But he'll do it if it means getting to higher ground. Whether you catch him waving his tiny little arms, or pouting on top of a fire hydrant with his chin in his hands, he's been trying to stand out for a while.

At least his voice didn't get all high-pitched. ]

▶Nightmare on Lunatia Street

[ It's strange... He's so used to being the one having to endure nightmares and being a light sleeper. But as of late, save for helping Weiss whenever she was having a bad dream, he's been having sounder rests. Maybe it's his state of mind... Yet despite how long he's been peacefully resting for, something had to break. He just wasn't expecting it to be some of the people closest to him. Terrified didn't even begin to describe how Cloud felt when he was desperately trying to heal someone when he found them dripping with blood from wounds within a dream.

He may not be the one whose effected, but it feels more like a living nightmare on the brink of becoming true. He can't just sit on his hands when the rest of the world was going to shit again. When the call is sent out for anyone who may be able to provide Chroma or healing to those wounded within these haunting dreams, he's on his way to the hospital. Using his Materia, Cloud's capable of casting spells all the way up to Regen. Whether he knows you or not, he's going to accomplish two things.

— Help you get back on your feet.
— Get to the bottom of what's going on and whose behind this.

Or maybe you're also there to provide support. When he enters your room to provide healing or he's tagging along with another healer, one thing is certain. Cloud looks exhausted. More specifically, he's getting very low on Chroma after exhausting both that and his mana casting spells for so long. His hands seem to be visibly shaking. ]

I'm fine...

[ Fine compared to everyone else, that is. ]

▶We Need to go Deeper

[ The Dreameater...

Of course it had to be something within an illusory world. When they get word that in order to vanquish it for good, it needs to be slain across all dream realms, he knew they'd have their work cut out for them. But he's determined to do it. Cloud's willpower has been forged through countless mental breakdowns. Every time the likes of Sephiroth cracked him, he only came back stronger than before. Until he practically breathed the mantra of not giving up. He's had enough of feeling down and staying down. The nightmares end here. All of them. ]

A.) The Diver

[ Diving into your dream, if he can help it, he intends to bring his Fusion Sword. Whether your dreams are bizarre, straightforward, or cutting straight to the chase of finding and slaying the Dreameater, he's got every intention of not only ending this. But protecting any other potential divers that have joined him. ]

B.) The Dreamer

[ Shortly after a successful mission into someone else's dream, it wasn't long after before Cloud was assailed by a crippling headache. It feels like a high-pitched ringing... The same that's driven him to his knees, sent him into convulsions, and saw him clutching at his skull to make the pain stop. Barring any potential injuries he retained from the dream world, he's sweating and breathing heavily... That's when he feels it. Deep within the depths of his mind. Something was there...

The Dreameater was slain in someone else's illusory world. But desperate to keep its hold on the Moonblessed, it plans to take out Cloud from within. His will is strong. Strong enough that he would only continue to cause problems for their conquest. There's no choice. It's Cloud's turn to play the role of Dreamer, guiding those who choose to dive into his dreamscape. When you (and your party if there's a group) enter his dreams, you start at the entrance of an unassuming village.

This is Nibelheim. Though Cloud himself is nowhere to be found ~~yet~~, the town is eerily silent. And empty. As you explore, you'll find that homes are also lifeless. Completely abandoned until you suddenly spot a hunched black-hooded figure roaming through town. Where are they going? ]

("Follow them. Try not to get too close.")

[ Cloud may not have a physical body in this dream, but as the Dreamer, he's the one whose trying to guide the Divers. His voice is inside your head! ]

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( OOC; For the Diver prompt, if your character is a Dreamer, you'll create the dreamscape for Cloud to traverse. This prompt is open to multiple characters if you and others wish to plot it out! The Dreamer prompt is the same deal. I left it as a CYOA style post where the fight with the Dreameater can happen in a couple different ways. Optionally, due to Cloud's own strong will, he might be able to jump in and join the upcoming fight within his own dream. Here's my plotting post! You can hit me up on Discord and Plurk also. )

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▶ [A] HEY! LISTEN!

[Hijikata is on his Moon Knight patrol during the evening hours when he first notices the hollowed-out pumpkin that seems to be following him, always sitting there at the edge of his vision. Or is it always a different one? They're being used as decorations all over the place after all... it's just his imagination, right? But already he can feel the dread creep up his spine.]

...

[He pretends to ignore the eerie situation and moves on, albeit on high alert. When his cigarette is smoked down to a stub he stops to put it out and light a new one, and as he looks up from that he sees three stacked hollow pumpkins sitting where there was only one before. This is it. He's out. He manages not to scream, but he walks away at at increasingly faster pace until he's flat-out running - only to skid to a halt next to the first person he comes across. He clamps his hand down on their shoulder in a clammy death grip, trying to sound casual as he points over to the harmlessly smiling orange fruits.]

D-d-do you see those, those pumpkins?

[OOC: Please press 1 for upcoming fairy-sized Hijikata, 2 for bad luck for him (if your character doesn't want to help the pixies either they'll blame it on Hijikata for giving them a bad reputation), and 3 for bad luck for both of them (even if your character would want to help the pixies they'll just be that pissed off)!]

▶ [B] NIGHTMARE ON LUNATIA STREET

[Hijikata was very lucky and caught zaShunina' video message shortly after the first cases of people getting injured in their nightmare-plagued sleep made it on the news. He's always been the kind of guy who would pick a human character in a fantasy RPG... which is to say, he never really aspired to transcend his human nature. But not needing to sleep in this super-specific kind of crisis is an absolute godsend, not to mention how much more work he'll be getting done every single day now!! He simply cannot let this opportunity pass by. if this really works out he'll need to buy zaShunina a thank-you present. First, though, he needs to focus on helping the afflicted. People on his contact list (pretty much anyone he's spoken to more than twice) will receive a mass message from him (which is very rare for him to send).]

If you've been hit by the bad sleep and need to moonlace let me know!

[Okay, maybe he phrased that a little sloppily, but you know what he means! Since he won't need to sleep anymore he'll have the capacities to also check on his neighbours. He leaves his apartment with some shittily home-made fliers that just say "Injured? Need Chroma? Call Hijikata". Since his name is also his network name and anyone can call him from there this should suffice, no? He'll be ready to help like the dedicated civil servant he is, whether someone rings him or actually runs into him while he's hanging those fliers up. As soon as news come out about Prismals being hospitalised he'll start visiting the hospital as a chroma donor, so perhaps some fellow Moonblessed will encounter him there too.]

▶ [C] WE NEED TO GO DEEPER

[Hijikata hasn't slept in days now yet hasn't gotten tired... it's amazing, but also scary. Sometimes he still feels like he caught a glimpse of something mortals aren't ever supposed to see. But he hasn't spontaneously combusted yet or anything, so surely it'll be okay!

Once the Dreamweavers inform the Lunatians of the fearsome Dreameater's origin the plan of 'diving' into each other's dreams to defeat it is formed soon enough, but Hijikata kind of thinks that's madness. Seeing someone else's dreams is way too intimate!! Having sex is nothing in comparison! But okay, he's not going to sleep anyway, so he may as well help as a Diver... will there be any Dreamer who'll entrust their wellbeing to a samurai cop, though? Apparently!]

Are you sure about this? I mean... I'll keep your dreams confidential, but... damn, this is weird.

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Sweet Dreams Are Made of This...

A

[It was almost like deja-vu, Koromaru felt as he ran frantically through the park, trying to find someone, anyone, who could spare a moment to help his friend. Minato had tried so hard to stay awake, something he wasn't always used to doing, but he had to if only to stop the nightmares, to stop the wounds from appearing. But it was inevitable that he would give in and now he was lying in the park, covered in blood and with no strength left as he struggled to not fall into the nightmares again.

Sometimes there was severe road rash, others burnt flesh, or gaping bullet wounds. The sound of rattling chains freezing him in fear even as he awoke, gasping for breath, staring listlessly at the night sky as he struggled to push himself up. Wait, where was...?]

K-Korochan? Korochan! Koromaru!

[No, no no no, please no! His brain didn't comprehend that Koromaru had gone for help, trying to find someone with a pull to their pant leg or their bag, red eyes pleading as the albino shibu desperately whined.]

B

[Minato stared tiredly out the window of the hospital room. He could hear the music, the car horns, everything that generally made it difficult to sleep. Dark circles were heavy beneath his eyes, his own music playing loudly in his ears to mix with the cacophony of noises. There were heavy bandages on his arms, burn salve beneath. Even more bandages were beneath the hospital gown, all sorts of wounds had appeared and keep appearing no matter how quickly they had been healed. A patient with different nightmares that had the nurses frazzled. He apologized every time and they shook their heads every time. They offered a therapist, perhaps that would help, but he shook his head.

So now, he simply waited patiently in the hospital room for the next person to heal him. He ultimately didn't mind the pain, it reminded him that he was still alive despite what his nightmares wanted him to believe. He wasn't scared of death, but he was frightful of what his second passing might do to his friends and that's largely what caused the bulk of his nightmares. Sometimes, he was reminded of his parents horrific car crash or the all too cripplingly fear of the Reaper... other times, it was the Fall. They hadn't stopped it and he watched his friends one by one fall to their demise. He gripped the sheets, closing his eyes tightly and shook his head.

No, they were fine. They would always be fine. He saw to it. He knew he did. He heard a knock on his door and he looked up.]

Yes?

[He hadn't even realized his cheeks were wet, not until he felt a tear hit the back of his hand. He was quick to try and shove them away.]

I-I'm sorry, was there something you needed?

Deep Dive - for Fuuka Yamagishi

[It was inevitable that Minato would eventually fall asleep only to be unable to awaken. At least in his dreams, he could perhaps better control the outcome. He had seen his parent's death numerous times in his mind to really be phased anymore. But that didn't stop the horror of watching their burned bodies try and crawl from the wreckage of the car, to get to him. For what? To drag him into the fire? No!

His mother told him to live and he would!

But that didn't mean he could escape the Moonlight Bridge entirely, not with the sound of rattling chains and heavy, cold breathing that sent such a shiver up his spine that he nearly dropped his sword. He didn't think.]

Messiah!

[The nearly pure white being came forth, to try and protect him from the other thing that Minato wasn't sure was even beatable. This wasn't Nyx, but the Reaper was something that SEES largely stayed away from. Megidolan was fired at the Reaper, giving the teen enough time to finally exit the bridge and run, Messiah following close behind until a massive gunshot shattered his persona into crystal. Minato stumbled to the police station, hiding under a desk. It took out Messiah like it was nothing! What could he even do?

He couldn't follow his mother's wishes if he could be defeated so easily. And what about his friends... did that mean he would ultimately fail them as well? He heard the chains rattle in the distanced and he shivered.]

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A (9/26-29); NIGHTMARE ON LUNATIA STREET

[The nightmares aren't new, but he hasn't had one this bad in a long time. He'd chalked it up to the stress of being dropped off in Prismatica before he eventually hears about the Dreameater.

Before all that, he would have known that he (probably) has left behind Groundhog Day in Punxsutawney in 2017 for good, that he'll (probably) never get sent back, because once the impossible happens it's unlikely to happen again. But the thing is that, obviously, he's some kind of special case where it will happen more than once. He got kidnapped to an alien city. That's not supposed to happen.

So now all of the possibilities are open again, and he had a nightmare about walking into the street and getting hit by a car (what's new) and dying in the bathtub (with a razor or a toaster, it doesn't matter) and lots and lots of heights (not that they ever get very high in Punxsutawney, but it does the trick). And he woke up with blood all over his sheets (holy fucking shit).

It freaks him out far more immediately than the nightmare does, enough to pull him almost immediately from his shitty memories. And he falls out of bed, because everything fucking hurts and he doesn't remember anything from last night that would've made him this fucked up.

He's not gonna be able to go back to bed after this.

1 (9/26). Phil gets as far as opening the door to his apartment before he collapses completely, fully bleeding out into the hallway with a trail leading back to his bedroom. This is a kind of pain that he's no stranger to--he's done far worse to himself--but it never gets any easier.

2 (9/27-29). He gets patched up well enough eventually. After that, Phil can be found limping around with a cappuccino in one shaking hand and a tray of assorted caffeinated drinks in the other, wordlessly pushing them towards to random people he encounters in public that look just as exhausted as he is. As a weatherman, he's used to bad hours, but at least he's usually able to nap.]

B (9/30); WE NEED TO GO DEEPER (DREAMER)

Ready? [he says. There's a glint in his eye.] Let's go.

[Phil shuts his eyes and tries to get to snoozing as best he can. It's not hard, given how exhausted he'd been the past few days.

Phil isn't happy about baring the shittiest part of his past this way, but people are getting hurt, and this is the best way he can help. His nightmare is the time loop, and he knows this fucking place and the people and the events in and out like the back of his hand. He's the perfect guide. He has to help.

The Divers find this:

Punxsutawney is a rural town in Pennsylvania. On this day, February 2nd, Groundhog Day, the motions and celebrations move in an extreme fast-forward. Monstrous, ghostly pastiches of the townsfolk (his friends, his kinda-family, these people he recognizes and knows but can no longer empathize with) hurry past in a blur, completely ignorant of Phil and the Divers, and their chanting and cheers of celebration are nightmarish. It is freezing; a blizzard is beginning to howl through, the sky is dark, and the ground is covered in snow, road salt, and slush.

And the place is littered with corpses of Phil.

He's died in almost every corner of this Punxsutawney. More times than he could hope to count, in every way he could think of. The bodies have finally piled up; some are charred, some are limp and broken. In a lot of places, the snow is red.

The divers are deposited in a large gazebo at the center of town, not far from where the actual Groundhog Day ceremony is taking place at Gobbler's Knob. Phil stands up from a bench when he sees them. He looks tired.]

Welcome to Punxsutawney on February 2nd, 2017. I know this place and this day better than I know myself. Every hour is running in fast-forward, so every day lasts twelve minutes, and when that time's up this whole place is going to rewind and completely reset to 6 AM. If you're going to beat that Dreameater, you're going to have to do it fast.

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[Though it was somewhat of a relief at first when LB found herself having a far easier time falling asleep than normal, she's soon brought back to an all too familiar nightmare - that of her past. As much as she sometimes wished she could completely wipe her own memory and just start anew again, LB also knew she had to live with everything that happened in the past... and everything she had done. If she didn't distract herself thoroughly enough during the day, she would still remember the event over and over again. However, during at night it was even worse - in addition to her hometown being burnt down and being hunted down by cultists, she also saw the faces of all the family and friends she was forced into killing who just aided as their reanimated corpses aided in tormenting her.

LB had no way of knowing just how long it had been, but couldn't help but feel that it seemed to last forever before she was mercifully allowed to wake up. Upon opening her eyes, she feels like absolute shit - but the difference was this time it was physical, instead of just mentally. She's confused, but as she forces herself up she can only stare in horror at the wounds covering her body. Though there's that negative voice inside her telling her it was what she deserved, there's still the survival-obsessed part of her brain scrambling for what to do - she tries reaching for her communicator but stops as she realizes that calling for emergency services might take too long. LB needed to find someone to lace with and she needed to find them now.

Thankfully, she's at least still wearing a nightdress as she shakily exits her apartment and makes her way to the stairs in a wobbly fashion. It's a miracle that she manages to make it down, but by the time she makes it to the nearby street, she collapses onto the nearest person with a pained groan, grasping onto them as she looks up pitifully.]

H-help me, haha...

2)
[Sometime later, thanks to at least one generous fellow Moonblessed, LB is back in stable condition with just some bruising on her skin left to show for it. Though she was still shaken by the incident, LB was heeding the warnings all across the city to not go back to sleep and was currently seated by the window in one of the coffeeshops around town. While sipping at a black coffee, she sometimes compulsively laughs as she listlessly stares out the window doing her best to not think about what she just went through, but utterly failing at that much. That is, until the sound of someone sitting at her booth startles her enough to draw her attention away from the window. Though her initial glance is wide-eyed, LB calms herself with a sigh, exaggerating a smile for the other person's benefit.]

Oh! Eheheh... hello! Sorry, I guess I was just lost in my own thoughts. This place is quite busy, isn't it? B-but, hahaha...! I don't mind if you sit here!

[In fact, if anything, she's relieved for the company - maybe that much could be a diversion from her own thoughts?]

Have you ordered already? Let me get you a coffee...

3)
[As caffeine was possibly the only drug that didn't get filtered out by nanomachines, eventually LB couldn't justify loitering around when she was getting utterly wired by the abundance of coffee she drank in an effort to keep herself awake. However, the last place she wanted to go was back at her house. So instead, she walks around in a desperate attempt to find something to do.

Eventually, she comes across an area where a group of people were holding some sort of outdoor concert as the DJs blasted some strong beats in an effort to get everyone dancing. Though it was an aspect of herself she didn't quite understand, it doesn't take LB much at all to find herself easily grooving to the music in a weirdly coordinated fashion. For whatever reason, her nanomachines really seemed to resonate with dancing - to the point she vaguely remembered even dancing in a fight with Snake in her original world (which was enough distraction for him to neutralize her, but nevermind that). While that much could prove to be bad in the future, for now it was a welcome distraction. Eventually, she glances around to either someone dancing by themselves or maybe some asshole brooding in a corner and shoots them a look.]

Come dance with me, heehee! Or are you going to stay over there by yourself the whole time?

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HEY! LISTEN!

[ It's not that he doesn't necessarily want to help--although perhaps that's not as honest as he should be. He doesn't understand what these things are, why they're here, or why they pester him, trail after him despite his explorations and make things sizably difficult, starting up loud noises when he'd rather be quiet or pulling so hard at the ends of his cape that he has to drag a whole lot of them with him. These little pixie things are obnoxious, and even more obnoxious is the fact that he can't seem to get rid of them: not with a stony glare, not with silence, not even with outspoken refusal.

What is it exactly they need help with? He doesn't quite understand.

Still, it's not exactly reassuring to be plagued by them, and even worse that the moment he reaches into his cloak to reassure that his pistol is still there, it isn't in the holster where it belongs. Instead, there's something green and plastic there instead, the twinkling trill of laughter, and in place of his weapon is a long neon squirt gun, sloshing around with cold water, where he draws it out with an incredulous breath of dismay.

And then, of course, pushes down the trigger as if in reassurance--and ends up clocking whatever poor soul happens to be walking by with a full on blast of cold water, right in the face. ]

DEEPER.

[ It seems only natural, after all of the pestering and the bothering and the explanation, to offer up his services as someone to go inside the dreams of others. Despite his penchant for sleep, he finds it an easy enough task to stay awake: perhaps because there's a part of his body that doesn't really even need sleep anymore, like it's some old habit of a life long gone, and the last thing he wants, or needs, is anyone roaming around in the scape of his own nightmares, finding out the horrors of his past or any of the guilt that still clings, clawed onto his shoulders.

Better to serve as some form of protection--better to help, than to be helped, he figures, but doesn't admit that part out loud.

It feels like being plunged into cool water, swallowed up in it and then suddenly burst from the surface--even in this strange Dream, he has the feeling of being completely aware of himself, of the feeling at the flex of his hands or the slight pinch of perceived pain at the rasp of his knuckles against his cheek. Not so harmless, then, as a real dream--but his cool composure has him silent, moving forward as though he might seek out the Dreamer he's meant to be protecting, in this place.

The first thing he'll need to do is locate the target. Keep them safe. It reminds him, vaguely, of his days as a Turk--but he doesn't let that thought linger. Those are memories that are better buried than brought to life again. ]

SATISFY. ( 18+ / smut option )

[ This is decidedly different, he realizes, than any of the other Dreams.

Perhaps because there's no sense of danger, here: there's nothing lurking around corners, threatening to bleed into the calm sheen of his expression, or the faint, narrowed gaze at the surroundings. He hasn't been in this city long, but it's been long enough to recognize that this is one of the housing units--perhaps one of the apartments that he hasn't seen, something lush and luxurious, plush furnishings and vibrant colors and a darkness outside the open windows as though to speak to some nebulous late hour.

Is this supposed to be some sort of reward? A dream of a good sleep, as gratitude for all of his work? The thought makes him smirk, a laugh that's more breath through his nose.

Further into the apartment is a bedroom, past the creak of a posh wooden door, and a bed that's far too big to be comfortable; he's so used to sleeping tucked into the walls of his coffin or cramped into tiny inn beds that the sight of a mattress so large is almost foreboding, his chest tightening in discomfort. Maybe this isn't a reward then. Some sort of punishment?

Still--there's a feeling to this bedroom, like he wants to climb underneath the sheets; like there's supposed to be someone there waiting for him. Or maybe it's that he's the one meant to be waiting for someone else: because he can hear movement, faintly, beyond the bedroom, and he turns on his heels, folds his arms against his chest and looks around the door frame like he might be able to ascertain exactly who it may be.

His reward? Is this his fantasy, or theirs? ]

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Prompt A: Hey! Listen!

[ Having just arrived and thought she was doing pretty okay, Korwa is taken completely off guard by the sudden appearance of pixies all over the place, not to mention the large number of the populous that seems to be tripping all over themselves, among other things.

She'd been kind to the pixies so far and thus her luck is in tact. That leaves her nice and able to help those who aren't so fortunate. Seeing someone trip over nothing, the Erune rushes over to see if she can't help them back up again. ]

Hey, are you alright? Seems a lot of people are feeling clumsy today...

[ At the very least, the hand she's offering will provide the slightest taste of moonlace. Not that she knows that that will help. ]

Prompt B: Nightmares

[ Korwa doesn't have some dark, scary past to relive (that we know of anyway), so she was spared that. But she did happen to fall into a deep sleep and dream of some horrible creature chasing her throughout the realm of her subconscious. No matter what she did, if she used fils or if she threw a chair in its way or tried to hide in a mystical dream cupboard, she could not escape. It was unpleasant to say the least, but nothing compared to waking up covered in nicks and bruises, her usual pristine outfit dirtied by blood and who knows what.

While she did manage to change at least, some of the wound remain, and she's a bit shaken up. They didn't explain this in the welcoming package, she's pretty sure? And the decree not to fall asleep only makes things worse. However, she's sure she can manage that much with a bit of good company.

Her usual friends aren't around, so... ]

Over here! [ She waves a friendly looking stranger over. Or maybe a not-so-stranger, who knows! ] Do you want to hang out with me for a while? I mean it's not like we'd get any sleep with the music and the loud honking anyway.

[ She smiles, though there's a tiredness behind it. Her ears aren't even perked up the full way, as she's frazzled from the dream and everything else. This is so far from a happy ending it's not even funny, but she means to fix that. ]

We could find more people or something, just like a group date!

Prompt C: Sweet Dreams

[ She may not have any lifetime trauma to run from that would be tempting for the Dreameater, but Korwa has a healthy imagination on her side, and thus has volunteered to become a Dreamer. She wants to help, and she hopes that controlling her dreamscape is just as easy as writing a story is.

Once she's in a comfortable spot, whomever is going to Dive into her dreams at her side, she gives a stern nod, trying to steel herself as well as appear confident in her abilities. ]

Okay. Take care of me, alright?

[ She gives her Divers' hand(s) a squeeze and then settles back to dream. It starts out clearly enough, a beautiful bride on a sunlit spring day. A grand airship seems to be looming in the background. People are happy. But it doesn't last. Soon it morphs into more of a nightmare. People are screaming, the bride's dress is ruined, her groom on the run. She's in tears as a helpless Dream-Korwa watches from afar. But then the bride spots her and points angrily at her, blaming her for ruining the happiest day of her life. ]

Uh oh. Okay. Come with me! Let's get out of this place...

[ Her dream self tries to guide the Divers away from the scene, while also trying to escape herself. For now the nightmare is fairly mild to most (though it's truly horrifying to Korwa herself ok!!), so she hopes she can get everyone away safely.

But the ruined wedding scene is about to become worse, especially if the Dreameater gets its hands on Korwa, who's so distracted even in slumber by trying to find a happy ending, she doesn't even notice its presence looming... ]

Wildcard

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i. waking up

[76 comes to in an alley, with no recollection of how he got there. It’s not an unusual situation to be in, considering the things he usually gets up to, but it’s the gap in his memory that has him alarmed. Well, that, and the fact that he’s actively bleeding.

Ordinarily this is not cause for concern—he’s got enhancements that will take care of most minor injuries in short order, but none of this feels very minor. He staggers out onto the street, barely able to stand through the stabbing pain that accompanies the mysterious wounds. The more sensible part of him knows he should ask someone for help, but he’s far too stubborn, with little self-preservation to boot.

So, he’s going to take care of this himself. With what little strength he has, he’s shoving past anyone who gets in his way (that’s you), with no concern about getting blood everywhere oh god he’s getting blood everywhere.

Alternatively, he can be found once he’s completely run out of energy, slumped over against a dumpster or something. This is terrible. Is he dead? Maybe you should check.]

ii. dreams

[Everything is on fire.

It’s difficult to tell just what, exactly, is burning, because the scene seems to shift between a few different locales that blur together and separate and merge again, cityscapes and building interiors and battlefields, but the overall effect is the same. Harsh red emergency lighting cuts through the dark and smoke, and there’s the very distinct feeling of being trapped. The shadows of mechanical soldiers close in, punctuated by the sounds of gunfire and explosions and collapsing rebar. As if that wasn’t threatening enough, metallic groans in the distance give the impression that the whole place (if one can even call it that) is about to come crashing down.

The one voice that cuts through it all might sound familiar, even if it’s coming from someone who you definitely haven’t seen before (unless you squint). It seems that 76 may have become a little caught up in the dream he’s supposed to be guiding the Divers through.]

—respond. Do you read me, Reyes?

[He keeps going, barking more names into what seems to be some kind of communicator, but there’s no response. Given the current state of things, it takes him a moment to realize he isn’t alone, but as soon as he notices the intrusion, he’s closing the distance, apparently to usher you away as quickly as possible, despite his own obvious distress.]

It’s not safe here, come on. [You’re a civilian! You shouldn’t be in the middle of a war zone!] You need to evacuate.

iii. dreams again

[You’re interrupting a fight.

A fairly explosive one, if the surroundings are any indication. 76, in full tactical gear, is currently throwing down with something that seems more like a vaguely human-shaped vortex of smoke than an actual figure. It only seems to have a form some of the time, dissolving and re-forming constantly as and 76 scrabble at each other. Sharp silver claws reach out of the black smog to try and strangle him, and the whole thing devolves into a visceral struggle.

There’s a gunshot, and another outburst of smoke as 76’s opponent loses shape entirely and rushes away as a formless miasma. 76 tries to right himself.]

Don’t just stand there—

[He barks it out, the tone that of someone used to giving orders under duress, but there’s something desperate in it too. When he stands, it’s easy to see why—there’s blood on the ground, but despite the sway in his stance, he’s making a concentrated effort to take off in pursuit, not particularly caring that you’re in the way. If you aren’t going to help, he’s just going to push his way past.]

iv. we have to go deeper

[Once 76 has been freed from his own nightmares, he reluctantly decides to pay it forward—better than falling back to sleep and subjecting himself to this again. So here he is, in your dream, ready to get to work. Lay it on him.]

v. wildcard again

[I’ll do whatever you want. My plotting post is here, my permissions are here, and my kink list is here. For everything else, I’m at whitticus.]

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▶ i. Hey! Listen!; (09/25, Lunatia: Level 3)
Something about pixies never mixed well with Rey. The last time she dealt with them, they threw dust in her face and broadcasted a particular daydream she hadn't thought about in a long while. After something like that, you'd think that the smart thing to do is to be nice to the little shits until you give them what they want, right?

Except that would be too logical for someone like Rey, and she's not about that.

Following a violent encounter that involved punching a pixie into a garbage can after being pestered for hours, the consequences of her actions start to catch up to her. It begins as little things: The laces of her boot comes undone, being hit in the arm with a stray apple that was mysteriously projected through the air for no reason, having dirty water splashed over her head while walking under an apartment balcony while someone was dumping their flower vase.

It goes from zero to one hundred real fast when, with every turn down an unsuspecting corner, she seems to end up on the wrong side of Level 3 -- a place she had been avoiding for months (not that it was really her scene to begin with).

No matter how many circles she ran, she always ended up heading down the street into the Red Light District.

"Shit shit shit shit shiiiit," she hisses under her breath as she eyes the surrounding Prismals, hoping that none of them recognize her. She tries to duck her head to hide herself... when a flyer advertising a local restaurant whips out of nowhere and smacks right into Rey's face. She abruptly stops. "Seriously?!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" comes a voice that Rey knows too well, if only because it haunts her. "Here, let me take that--"

"Don't!" Rey yelps, startling the Prismal who she's attempting to hide her face from. "It's fine, really. Please go away."

"Excuse me, I need that flyer, though..."

No matter how much she tries to shrink away from reality, she's still there. Out in the open. Trying to hide behind a piece of paper from a redheaded Prismal, whose fox tail shifts uncomfortably at Rey. She's beautiful, with sharp features and a short, petite frame that makes the fact that Rey might need rescuing all the more absurd.

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Rey didn't know what she was thinking when she volunteered to dream. Maybe she didn't want to be held responsible for messing up someone's head because she accidentally pushed them down a flight of stairs or something.

It's been known to happen.

When the diver arrives, they find themselves in a cell. It's cold and lonely, with distant, muffled echoes of screaming. The sounds are harrowing, vibrating through the walls, into bones.

Asides from a heavily reinforced door, there appear to be no exits in this room. The pipes are too thick to move. The vents are sealed. Though, curiously enough, the drain system under the floor seem to be large enough to fit a person...

In fact, sounds of something approaching can be heard from the gratings. Eventually, a woman can be seen passing through, army crawling her way through the system.

That's when she looks up and notices that this cell is occupied.

"The hell're you doing up there?" Rey asks bluntly. Moreover how did someone end up here? Are they with the sentries? It's too risky to wait and see if they aren't cooperating with the synthetics. Before she can even get an answer, she grits her teeth and begins working on a panel under the grating, fiddling with something down there that can't be seen to the diver. And that's for the best, because no one can know where she is. There's a chance that she might have to kill them.

What a pain.

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I. SMASHING PUMPKINS

[ Some people might find the moving pumpkins an interesting oddity, or perhaps a curiosity to be investigated. Other people might find them frightening. After all, they're not supposed to move on their own accord, and plenty of horror stories feature inanimate objects doing just that.

Kisame doesn't think the pumpkins are interesting or frightening. Instead, when he sees what should be a lifeless gourd moving toward him, he reacts without a second thought.

CRASH!!

That would be the sound of Kisame swinging his massive sword down and smashing the pumpkin to pieces — and crushing a part of the pavement, as well.

A few bystanders cry out in alarm, but Kisame pays them no mind. He's watching the chunks of pumpkin for any other sign of movement. As far as he's concerned, his 'attack first'-response is perfectly appropriate. ]

II. DREAMER

OPTION ONE (cw: child soldiers, child death, blood)

[ A ten-year-old child with blue-grey skin and shark-like features stands in a misty, nondescript field. He's wearing a sleeveless black shirt and loose-fitting pants with bandages wrapped around his lower calves. There are gills on his bare shoulders, similar markings on his cheekbones, and his nearly white eyes are ringed with black. He clutches a katana in both hands, and his breath comes quickly.

In front of the child is another child. This one is facedown on the ground, blood pooling beneath them from a wound to their chest. The second child is still. Dead.

The first child — Kisame — slowly lowers his katana. Then, moving methodically, he wipes the blood from his weapon. But before he can sheathe it, he notices someone — and he turns at once, sword raised, ready to strike his next target.

When he sees the Diver, recognition flashes across his expression. His stances relaxes very slightly. ]

Ah, you don't belong here. [ Although it's a child's voice, his words have the measured quality of an adult. ] Are you a Diver…?

OPTION TWO (cw: murder)

[ The shark-like child is a teenager now. His outfit has changed, long-sleeves replacing none, and he's wearing a protective vest. He's also wearing a headband across his forehead that bears an engraved metal plate — clearly some sort of insignia. (Notably, the design lacks a slash through the middle.)

There are more bodies around him this time. All wear a headband with the same engraving. All have been cut down with the katana held in Kisame's right hand. All of them are dead, save for one.

The single survivor — a woman — looks up at Kisame. She's frightened, of course, but more than that, she seems stunned.

"Why…?" the woman whispers.

Kisame says nothing. He steps to her side and takes the blade in both hands, point down. Ready to thrust it into her body and end her life. ]

III. DIVER

[ This is a different sort of mission than Kisame is used to handling. But in the end, it's still a mission: he'll accomplish it to the best of his ability.

He looks over at the person whose dreams he's about to enter. He smiles, a friendly expression made less friendly by his sharp teeth.

If he doesn't know them, he says, ]

This is an odd way to meet, isn't it? I'm Kisame Hoshigaki. I suppose we'll be well-acquainted soon, won't we?

[ If he does know them, he says, ]

Is there anything you believe I should know before we begin this…?

IV. WILDCARD

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