[open dreamdive] no longer human

[thesettingsun]

WHO: You!
WHERE: Shuji's subconscious.
WHEN: August 18.
WHAT: Dreamdiving!
WARNINGS: Depends on how the dive goes, but a likely one is suicide.

[Maybe you weren't even in line of sight of Shuji. Just about everyone has a reason to be out and about on a Saruday afternoon, and nobody wants their day interrupted by the ground falling out from under them. Maybe you don't even instantly recognize that the library entrance you fall into would be part of Shuji's subconscious and not anybody else's.

This is how things ended up for you today, unfortunately. Might as well take a look around and see if you can't spot the man himself.

Locations are in top-levels added as divers enter them.]

Comments

[strawberrypunch]

[It's fine, once he had the book he closed his eyes and drew his arms over his head, no repeats of the glassing (bottle-ing?) incident from the bar, we've got this.

His arms might be feeling a bit splintery, sure, but he doesn't even waste his attention noticing because he's now going to attempt to book it (ha) out of the room.]

[thesettingsun]

[Shuji is between him and the door, and also attempting to lunge for him with his still very sharp scythe swung at his chest. How do you want to anime your way out of this, Tatsuma?]

[strawberrypunch]

[A low, low sliding tackle is obviously the answer here!!]

[thesettingsun]

[So it is! Dazai has never been the most stable of authors in several ways, and while he isn't knocked over, the tackle imbalances him enough that his attack whiffs and he'll need a second to recover.

A second Tatsuma can take to get the hell out of dodge.]

[strawberrypunch]

[TIME TO BOOK IT OVER TO MISTA.]

[thesettingsun]

[har har book it

Mista's still in the infirmary!]

You got it? Give it here. And some of that ink over there. [He gestures to the cabinet full of ink bottles.]

[strawberrypunch]

[Please take this book and also this ink.]

That's everything, right?

[thesettingsun]

Yeah, that's it.

[Mista takes both and mutters something that sounds like Italian, to the ears of someone who never picked up much of his boyfriend's native language, but is definitely not. The ink disappears, there's a flash of light, and Tatsuma suddenly finds himself somewhere else.]