⇨ THE REALM OF DREAMS

[ringleaders]

Who: EVERYONE!
When: S1:D8 - S1:D18
Where: Visiting the Realm of Dreams.
What: The carnival arrives at a new location and has its first performance week with the new cast, as outlined here. This is a general mingling log for convenience purposes, but players are welcome to make as many other logs for this purpose as desired.
Warnings: Could be a lot of things, around these parts.

THE REALM OF DREAMS↴ As the carnival arrives at its first stop since its recruitment phase, and prepares to put its new band of workers to the test. In the meantime, there is a whole new world of dreams and nightmares to be explored, and threats to be faced on carnival turf. As of S1:D11, the carnival will be opening its doors to the creatures within, and the carnival will be open daily from noon to midnight, though the connection to the realm will be constant. This is an all purpose mingle log for the full duration of the stay, so please mark top levels with some estimate of what days they'll be occurring on. Please bring any mod questions to the original plotting post.

Comments

[waitingforplayer2]

She's watching after the faded mice before the eyes swivel towards her and she scoots backwards just a little bit. Mari's arms and legs are watching her.

"I..." She looks back to the tent entrance and blinks.

It must have been a trick of the light. Maybe they're just outside?

She cautiously pads past Mari and peers outside to look for them.

[motivenotfound]

Well... that's basically an answer. She wasn't really asking, anyway. Mari tips her head back to look out into the midway, where the mice are... well. Not.

"They're not out there." She announces from the floor. Her tone is abrupt, matter-of-fact in that blunt kind of way. "They disintegrated."

She wants to get up, but at this point, that'd kinda require Chiaki to not be standing over her.

Guess she lives here now.

[waitingforplayer2]

"That sounds--" Painful. Unpleasant. She looks around the tent, hardly noticing that she's standing right above Mari. Her ears swivel back and forth as she listens for them.

"Maybe we imagined them..."