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[open] even if you cannot hear my voice
WHO: Zaveid, and YOU!
WHERE: Dreams, and one Tanabata prompt
WHEN: Throughout July
WHAT: July catch-all
WARNINGS: tbd; violence is likely for the first prompt
I Dreamscape: Theodora
[It’s dark out, in some nondescript part of town. Definitely somewhere in Recolle, judging from the general layout of the street that you can see through the dark, but nowhere in particular. It’s so dark out, and the lights on the lamp posts are the only thing to really differentiate things from each other. In the darkness, the outline of a woman can be seen, sobbing and wheezing like she’s in pain, sitting on a bench, one hand on her chest like she’s having trouble breathing.
If you’re brave enough—or concerned enough, to come closer, it becomes clear she’s a bit too unusual to be a normal citizen of the city; her hair is white, tinged with green at the very tips. It’s odd enough to make it look like she might be someone on the app. After all, who styles their hair to make it look so stark-white?]
II Dreamscape: Children
[You become aware, all of a sudden, of being in an open field. There’s something vague and not entirely defined in the distance, it looks like Recolle’s skyline, but it’s still odd, like you’re looking at something through translucent material. There are three children playing together. Two boys, and a girl—they’re all young, and completely alone.
It’s the girl who stands first, very suddenly, looking furious.]
Burd, you threw dirt at me!
[The red haired boy looks offended, and responds by kicking at the grass.]
Only ‘cause Arwell dodged it!
[The situation is clearly unravelling quickly, because the black aired boy actually starts crying, much to the chagrin of both the redhead and the girl.]
Why are you and Foo always so mean to me?!
[It’s just children picking on each other. It’s probably nothing to worry about. Probably.]
III Tanabta
[Ahh, Tanabata. It’s one of the holidays he likes in the city, that reminds him of home. He missed it when he was living abroad, but now, the Japanese holiday has come, and for once, Zaveid isn’t certain what he wants to write on the little slip of paper. It’s different than it was last year, considering what happened in August. Could it happen again?
He doesn’t want it to, so he stands for longer than he should, staring at the little slip of paper for a long moment before he hastily writes something down, hopefully without anyone nearby seeing it. Sure, it’ll be broadcasted for the world to see as soon as he hangs it up on the bamboo tree, but it’s the principle of the thing.
It’s not until later in the evening that he’s finally able to relax a little; the food is nice, the company is nice. The fact that, for once, the world doesn’t seem like it’s about to end is an utter improvement on the situation.
Eventually he’ll walk on over to mingle with some of the other people celebrating.]
Having a good time? You’ve really gotta have some of this onigiri! This has got tuna in it!
WHERE: Dreams, and one Tanabata prompt
WHEN: Throughout July
WHAT: July catch-all
WARNINGS: tbd; violence is likely for the first prompt
I Dreamscape: Theodora
[It’s dark out, in some nondescript part of town. Definitely somewhere in Recolle, judging from the general layout of the street that you can see through the dark, but nowhere in particular. It’s so dark out, and the lights on the lamp posts are the only thing to really differentiate things from each other. In the darkness, the outline of a woman can be seen, sobbing and wheezing like she’s in pain, sitting on a bench, one hand on her chest like she’s having trouble breathing.
If you’re brave enough—or concerned enough, to come closer, it becomes clear she’s a bit too unusual to be a normal citizen of the city; her hair is white, tinged with green at the very tips. It’s odd enough to make it look like she might be someone on the app. After all, who styles their hair to make it look so stark-white?]
II Dreamscape: Children
[You become aware, all of a sudden, of being in an open field. There’s something vague and not entirely defined in the distance, it looks like Recolle’s skyline, but it’s still odd, like you’re looking at something through translucent material. There are three children playing together. Two boys, and a girl—they’re all young, and completely alone.
It’s the girl who stands first, very suddenly, looking furious.]
Burd, you threw dirt at me!
[The red haired boy looks offended, and responds by kicking at the grass.]
Only ‘cause Arwell dodged it!
[The situation is clearly unravelling quickly, because the black aired boy actually starts crying, much to the chagrin of both the redhead and the girl.]
Why are you and Foo always so mean to me?!
[It’s just children picking on each other. It’s probably nothing to worry about. Probably.]
III Tanabta
[Ahh, Tanabata. It’s one of the holidays he likes in the city, that reminds him of home. He missed it when he was living abroad, but now, the Japanese holiday has come, and for once, Zaveid isn’t certain what he wants to write on the little slip of paper. It’s different than it was last year, considering what happened in August. Could it happen again?
He doesn’t want it to, so he stands for longer than he should, staring at the little slip of paper for a long moment before he hastily writes something down, hopefully without anyone nearby seeing it. Sure, it’ll be broadcasted for the world to see as soon as he hangs it up on the bamboo tree, but it’s the principle of the thing.
It’s not until later in the evening that he’s finally able to relax a little; the food is nice, the company is nice. The fact that, for once, the world doesn’t seem like it’s about to end is an utter improvement on the situation.
Eventually he’ll walk on over to mingle with some of the other people celebrating.]
Having a good time? You’ve really gotta have some of this onigiri! This has got tuna in it!
I
...But he seems to land on his feet while his previous dream fades away.
...Weird. Looks like he's... somewhere in the city.]
Hello?
[There is a woman wheezing on a bench... And surely, it doesn't especially matter what her hair color is if she is having so much difficulty breathing. Gar cautiously takes a few steps forward, peering through the darkness before he hurries towards her.]
Hey -- hey... are you OK...?
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N-no! You need to get out of here! It's not--
[She screams, and without warning, the woman is gone, replaced by a very angry-looking Eastern dragon.
What are you going to do?]
iii
[ And Kiyoshi loves food. And has nothing better to do for the night since his kids aren't staying with him at the moment. Holidays are idle times sometimes. ]
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Then that's plenty of an excuse to have some now, isn't it!
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[ A whole whole riceball! Well isn't that all very impressive? ]
Right? It's ridiculous how it's been so long, I must be doing something wrong for that to even happen.