⇨ 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

[fragileandsoft]

Peridot's flailing sends the other dream-creatures scurrying around her, a buzz of indignation and excitement over the noise and movement. For a moment all Greg does is watch the spectacle with a blank stare. Then, hurriedly, he jumps to his feet as he remembers he's a part of this interaction.

"Ah! Sorry! I think it's just hungry, and you're smart." Those aren't really two facts that reassure when put together like that, but Greg's taken it as is. He tries to step forward to help pry the little nightmare off, but pulls back with a mumbled apology--not to Peridot, but the boxy little phantasm made of aluminum he'd nearly stepped on. "Oh. Gee."

[periphrasing]

Peridot cuts in, the inflection of horror in her words only increasing: "It wants to eat my smart!?" She doesn't understand how such a thing could even be possible??? But the dream creature is on her and she's been at the carnival long enough to know not to underestimate the beings they encounter.

She squeaks quietly, holding perfectly still on one foot as the tendrils creep up her leg. Greg gets a desperate stare, a plea for help as she hisses urgently... "What do I do, how do I get rid of it!?"

[fragileandsoft]

"No, nono, don't worry, it's..." Greg trails off, trying to slog through his sleep-deprived memories for the train of thought behind it. "It eats thoughts, which aren't always smart, but smart people have lots of thoughts... but, the leg's pretty far from the head." He says that as though it's a reassurance.

Dream logic has scrambled a few of Greg's thought processes, though the more he talks out loud the more he wonders about making sense. It's harder to follow the loose logic of this realm when saying them out loud. "Try... try being really bored."