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Dreamscape Player Plot
MAY YOU FIND YOUR WORTH IN THE WAKING WORLD
INCEPTUS NOLANUS OVERRATUS
It happens without warning. You're enjoying yet another day, trapped under the ocean in a metal can, waiting to either escape or die, when a scream rings out. Strange, because it almost sounded like it was in your head. What happens next is a deathly silence, a ringing in the ears, and then suddenly reality shifts. Color drains from the world around you, time slowly crawls to a halt, and the cosmos holds it's breath.
A moment ticks by.
Reality exhales and the world bursts forth, warping your environment until it becomes something different, something new. Somewhere you definitely weren't before. Your greatest fantasy or your worst nightmare has come to life, and something has become increasingly apparent: You are not alone. Traverse your fears, your dreams, your secrets with whoever else wound up in this hell with you. Maybe together you can figure a way out, or a way to make it stop.
A moment ticks by.
Reality exhales and the world bursts forth, warping your environment until it becomes something different, something new. Somewhere you definitely weren't before. Your greatest fantasy or your worst nightmare has come to life, and something has become increasingly apparent: You are not alone. Traverse your fears, your dreams, your secrets with whoever else wound up in this hell with you. Maybe together you can figure a way out, or a way to make it stop.
WE'LL MEET AGAIN SOME SUNNY DAY
While moving between dream to dream, a few things start to become apparent: Most, if not all, of the Sea Base has been affected. Every so often, certain edges of the dream will shift to look like a haunted looking old Victorian city. Despite that, before dreams get to be too bad, a lamp will appear with it's small attendants beckoning you over. Touching the lamp will send you either to a new dream, or to ...a house.
The house is empty, though it appears to be well lived in. There are personal affects littered all over, so if one is nosy enough, it will be easy to find things like pictures. Either way, it's a safe space for people to collect themselves in. There's sodas in the fridge, just don't mind the kitchen possums running around.
The house is empty, though it appears to be well lived in. There are personal affects littered all over, so if one is nosy enough, it will be easy to find things like pictures. Either way, it's a safe space for people to collect themselves in. There's sodas in the fridge, just don't mind the kitchen possums running around.
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dormont time baby let's fucking suffer
And while the deja vu of it all is terrible enough – he never escaped, it was all a dream, he's back here again – it's not even the exact same peaceful setting he's used to, because everything's wrong. Everyone is faceless and no one will look at him, like he doesn't exist at all. Like he's been forgotten before their minds can even acknowledge him. And he's not stupid, he knows there will be no comfort for him here, that seeking it out will only hurt more, but he still makes a beeline for that one bench.
It doesn't matter if she's faceless. It wouldn't matter if there was another actor playing her entirely, an entirely different body and different clothes and everything. Siffrin knows this scene. He knows the young woman who's always sitting on that bench, rifling through papers that make her anxious in an attempt to stave off anxiety about even bigger things. She's here, and they miss her so dearly, and they
can't even look at her.
He could cry. Maybe he already is and he just can't feel it in the numbness that's washed over him. All he can feel is the sense that she's not his, the certainty that it would be the same even if he ran to see any of the others, the fear he might walk away to try anyway and find no one at all and then she'd be gone too and he'd have nothing and no one–
They should be his. They are, he knows that now, which just makes the inability to even look at them worse.
It feels like he's not supposed to approach. Even looking at her hurts. But the idea of just giving up hurts even more. Siffrin pushes through whatever dream force wants to keep them away – it feels like struggling against the Wish to grasp at details of his home, but at least he has experience with that now. He can get as far as standing right next to her, but trying to look is still too agonizing. The Universe itself screeches in their ears, scolding them for even daring to try. He wants to keep trying anyway.
Eventually, it hurts too much, and they settle for sitting down beside her. It's his spot, the place he always sat every time he helped her with her problems and the last time when he ruined everything. She doesn't talk to him about the bonding papers this time, doesn't even acknowledge him, but he clings to this little sliver of something. Leans slightly into her despite the sharp pain it sends ringing through his ears. He feels disgusting, taking even this little but from her without her being able to consent to it–
They stay like that for a long while.
Eventually, the thought occurs that Loop was here, at least, in this strange otherworldly dream. Maybe Loop at least would be different. He knows exactly where he'd have to go to find them, but the idea of getting up and leaving Mirabelle's side to go check the Favor Tree hurts more than continuing to sit here. Lethargically, he lifts a hand to the side of his face and makes that stupid nonsensical secret hand sign and tries to focus on how much he'd like to talk to Loop, to anyone.]
[Are you there?]
gently places yet another spoiler warning on this whole thread
but there's an uneasy sense of lucidity, today. They haven't quite placed the reason yet. It's also odd to dream about being called on. They answer from their usual spot, wondering idly if they're actually awake or hallucinating or something in between.]
[Hello hello, Loop speaking! Thank you for calling! How may I help you!] [chipper as always!! remembering their lines like always!!]
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Even over the "call", Siffrin's voice is so tired, strained, almost pleading. He's reminded of calling Loop in a panic, asking what his friends' names were, and how unusually kind Loop was at that time. He hopes he's catching them in a similarly generous moment.]
[Is this real? I don't think I can tell when I'm dreaming anymore.]
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The line goes quiet. For once they're both thinking the same thing and it's not because Loop is teasing them.
Is this real?
They don't really know. From here, all they can see are the trees. They're not eager to venture out from safety.]
[... Maybe? What's bothering you, stardust?]
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Still, he doesn't move.]
[This was supposed to be over. I thought I escaped. I thought... We were in that other place, weren't we? So why am I back here again?]
[There's a growing touch of hysteria in their voice.]
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no... no, no there was something. another place. something is]
[Take a deep breath, stardust.] [Both of them could use it. Loop exaggerates it a little so Siffrin can follow: inhale, pause, slow exhale.
Try to remember. You're supposed to remember things now, isn't that all you're good for?]
[Are we sure that the other place wasn't the dream? But it's strange that we'd both dream the same thing like that.] [they're not fully convinced, honestly... this is the reality they're used to. but it's still weird, this feeling.]
[We were underwater... we went diving together. There were other people there, too, and colours everywhere.]
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[If that was real, then we're still having the same dream now.]
[And is it so weird for them to share a dream? They're the same person, after all.
Siffrin thinks harder, trying to remember details. Why is remembering always so hard for him?]
[...I stuck my hand in your face. Was that real?]
[It was hot. Can you feel heat in dreams? He'd have guessed dreams would have felt more muffled, more numb.
More like this.]
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That kind of thinking won't get them anywhere, though. If this is a dream... they just have to do something impossible. To prove it. They can figure the rest out from there.
They bring up their free hand to their face, and
it passes through
hah! hahaha! they don't feel real at all!!
they dig their fingers into their knee to feel nothing, nothing, nothing they need a knife they need]
[Where are you, stardust? Come visit me~ You don't need to call when you can just walk over, you know!] [they're fine they're fine they're fine]
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Still, he doesn't want to leave.]
[You could just come to me for once.]
[Even as he thinks it, though, he knows why that never happens. Loop makes a lot more sense with context. It's no wonder they hide by the Favor Tree all day.
It still seems so lonely, though.]
[Sorry. Just...give me a second.]
[Siffrin sighs and sits up properly, peeling himself away from Mirabelle. The screeching pain eases as he does so, but there's no sense of relief. It takes him a bit to commit to the rest, standing up and walking away, but he manages eventually.
Gotta find Loop.]
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Loop doesn't answer. It hurts too much to say that they can't, they can't, they can't.
They're waiting under the tree, like always. One hand gripping their knees, the other still held loosely in the call sign, not quite willing to hang up until they're sure, he'll definitely come see them, he wouldn't leave them behind like this. They perk up once they see Siffrin's approach.]
If it isn't my stardust! What a surprise! [it sounds way more forced than usual, they're doing Bad, thanks. They clasp their hands together.] You can see me, can't you? We're both here? Come on, you can even sit next to me for once!
[they should just come out and say it but they feel dizzy, they feel sick, they're too scared to ask for something as blinding stupid as wanting touch right now]
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I can see you.
[So it was the same for them, huh?
They know what Loop wants, because they're the same. He, too, would suffer forever in a prison of his own making before just asking for help, for human contact. He'd also be horrifically embarrassed if someone just called him out on that, which makes doing so tempting. But there's an edge in Loop's cheery act that takes the satisfaction out of the idea. He doesn't have the heart to antagonize them right now.
So with a sigh, Siffrin just takes the seat next to them, leaning into them just lightly enough that it isn't incredibly obvious what the intent is. It's a disconcerting mirror to the position he'd just been in with Mirabelle, but at least this doesn't hurt. At least Loop isn't acting like he doesn't exist.]
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It's fine. They're here, and so is stardust. That's all they need to be real. That's all they need...
Hesitantly, they reach up again. This time they can touch their own cheek. Feels weird. Sinks in a little. Just like Siffrin said.
They try to pinch themselves, but it doesn't do anything. Hm.
For good measure, they also pinch Siffrin (you're welcome). Also nothing.]
... I don't think this is real, but how are we supposed to wake up?
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But honestly, the little pinch of pain is better than the total numbness. It's grounding. Spurred by that thought, he absently bends a finger on one hand back with the other – not far enough to break, just enough to hurt.]
I don't know. "Dying" would have been my go-to, but I don't know how safe that is to try anymore.
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Maybe if we fall asleep in a dream it'll cancel out? We could try leaving Dormont, or check the House... I don't know. Is there anything else that seems off to you?
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[His voice is dry and bitter, but he shakes his head.]
I don't want to go anywhere near the House right now.
[Their friends aren't there right now anyway. In this scene, everyone's still in town and won't go off to their deaths in the House until tomorrow.]
...We could try leaving, I guess. I can't even remember what's outside of Dormont.
[It feels like so long ago now that they arrived in town, and his memory feels extra foggy here. It's hard to say if it's an effect of the nightmare, or if he just forgot that memory somewhere in all the looping.]
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Trees, Sadnesses and the curse. You've gone as far as the outskirts before. We can turn back if it's impassable, so it's worth a try.
[but they don't stand up yet, because that would mean breaking the tiny bit of shoulder contact they coerced Siffrin into giving them... they'll wait for him to decide first.]
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Yeah... Ok. You're right.
[He says that, but it takes a solid extra minute for him to drag himself away from Loop and back up to his feet. Unsurprisingly, their thoughts are the same on that matter, even if neither will verbalize them. It's just extra pathetic, really. They're in sync, they surely both know that, and they know that each other knows too, but they still can't just say it.
Part of Siffrin wants to ask to hold hands. It'd probably be easier with Loop than with the rest of their friends. But he won't, still.]
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They don't hold hands as they head for... a direction. Does it matter which way? Loop doesn't want to risk seeing anyone, so further west through the trees is fine. Away from civilization, towards the stillness and silence.
It's darker, when they next emerge from the trees. A wide, open field beneath a faintly starry sky, and...
and in the grass is
Loop freezes, turning quickly to look at Siffrin. He's still there, of course he is, so why
Laying in the grass under the stars, the Traveller and the Fighter are chatting away. Warmly, genuinely, like the very first time.
They can't really tell from this distance, but neither of them have faces, still. Just normal dreamscape things.]