EVENT LOG 004.1

[larkers]

WHO: Everyone
WHERE: The dreams.
WHEN: Starts October 12
WHAT: The displaced are put to sleep.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: N/A

> EVENT LOG #004.1

Should the PCs feel a desperate desire to collaborate and communicate with their fellow displaced, they'll find themselves drawn toward the sports bar at the bottom of the 109 Building in the city square. Appearance here can be intentional or unintentional, but there is the sense that they're meant to collaborate

With no use of the network during this event, please use this space as an alternative! Characters are free to wander in and have face to face meetings to exchange information or converse together as needed! Keep in mind that once they leave the bar, they will be back amid the event.

> NAVIGATION

Comments

[ofmyth]

[ there are monsters out there in the world, but there's also downtime. since it's a sports bar, Thor's drinking. his large mug is filled with something frothy and honey-sweet smelling. his hair is long, and he has on strange armour. it's a dream, he can look how he wants

and he looks happier than he has in a long time, inviting anyone and everyone who looks unoccupied to join him at the barstools ]

Well met, friend! Come, take a seat. Share a drink with me.

[wiccant]

( billy isn't drinking. but he does join thor at the bar stools, sitting himself down on the edge of one with the red hood drawn over his hair (fringe back, thank you dreamworld) and stars glittering along the sides of his wiccan gear. )

I figured we'd run into each other eventually, but I wasn't thinking it'd be here.

( not that he's complaining. there's a clear soda in hand that he sips on, makes himself comfortable. they've still got a lot to deal with, but taking a little bit of a break couldn't. hurt. right? )

[ofmyth]

[he holds his mead up to toast Billy]

No matter. You are looking well, William Kaplan.

[selfimage]

[ of course he's drinking.

Loki's decked out in his normal, snake-like attire, full on jacket and dangly, useless buckles. ]

Have we time for this?

[ despite what he's saying, he's pulling out a chair to join him, anyway. ]

[ofmyth]

[Thor hasn't seen the outfit before, and is caught off guard a moment. It's both like and unlike the clothing he's seen on his brother before.

He reaches across and feels the soft fur of the collar

and grins] I can't say your taste's improved.

ota!

[inherited]

[Riku's handling and understanding of where he is comes easily to him. That's why his hope to reach out to others ends up with him being here, sitting on a stool, trying to avoid the videos playing behind him. They're all a little creepy—to say the least. And they remind him too much of his time with DiZ, impatiently waiting for news for when Sora would return to him. To everyone.

His hands fall to his knees as he leans forward, waiting for others to arrive. He knows he just arrived here, so it might be the same for other people. Right?

Once he spots someone, he nods, motioning for them to join him.]

This kind of reminds me of Traverse Town. Just ... a lot smaller. [A beat, as he realizes that won't mean anything here.] That's a place for travelers.

[There's an emblem on Riku's back, though his appearance otherwise likely makes him look a lot like another JRPG protagonist. Just with more silver hair, and a lighter outfit.]

Does anyone know why we're here? Last time I was in a dream, it was for a test. [And this is radically different.]

[ooc: I originally had this top level to have Riku tell people about the dreams if they wanted! But since it's on the table to happen as a choice, if people take it, I've changed it up and it's no longer going to be about that.]

[forcevisions]

What kind of test?

[ Rey feels deeply at peace here, satisfied that she has followed a sense of purpose to reach this place. All this time without the Force has put her adrift, separated from that sense, but being drawn here felt ...

Real.

In a way that nothing else has. It's strange that a dream should feel more real than New Amsterdam, but it does. ]

I think it's about that facility. I keep feeling like it's trying to show us something. [ 'It' here meaning the Force of course because, well, religion. ]

[inherited]

Any clue as to what? [A beat, as he rolls his shoulders forward. Riku misses the days when his hair would fall over his eyes. A bob of his head forward, and he could conceal them while he put his thoughts together. He doesn't have that anymore.]

Sorry, I'm new around here. We're in a dream, so what you find in a dream is ... a little more straight forward when it's lucid like this. Uh, normally.

[998]

[jon (with his sword and his long hair, and his preferred clothes from the clock) thinks he's finally gotten the hang of posting to the network...]

We need weapons. Anyone who can build them--

[...only to find he's standing in the middle of a tavern, speaking out loud. ghost is still standing next to him. he blinks and looks around.]

Seven Hells.

[ghost goes to snuffle along the bar for chicken(?) wings.]

[gastaurknan]

[ an unfamiliar voice saying the all-too-familiar swear upon the seven hells was worth noting for Arya, but that's not what catches her attention. rather, it's the wolf(?) sniffing about near her, looking for a morsel or two, that has her tearing her gaze from her water.

she smiles, offering a hand for the creature to sniff. it's not chicken, sadly, but she won't hesitate to buy some for him if that's what he's looking for. ]

Hello there, friend. Are you looking for a treat?

[998]

[ghost bumps her hand with his nose, and after some consideration, licks it. jon saunters up behind him.]

Careful. Feed him once and he'll never let you forget it. He'll expect another treat every time he sees you.

[he sounds fond, though.}

OTA!

[laozu]

[ in dreams, he has the leeway to appear the way he wants. while he forgoes the long, ariana-grande-style ponytail he'd had since childhood in his world, his hair is still longer than the grown-out style he sports in the waking world. his clothes are tame too, befitting the new amsterdam style. tucked up at the bar, alongside so many other of the displaced seeking contact with their fellow companions, there's a few empty glasses in front of him ( overturned, the contents already downed -- ) and a cavalier sort of way in the announcement he makes: ]

The beauty of living in dreams is that - you can get anything and there's no tab to pay off in the end!

[ the laughter that escapes him might grate on some of the more serious inhabitants of the room; it's the giggle of someone who takes nothing seriously, not even the fact that they've all just passed on out. ]

I haven't been here at all long enough to know what you're all up to, but I have a few things I'd love help taking care of -- should you have the time, or the ability to point me in a direction so I can handle it myself. No muss, no fuss. No worries at all. We'll wake up in due time.

[inherited]

[Something about his cheerful manner puts Riku off. It isn't his fault. Dreams are a sore spot for Riku—especially lately. Especially following the loss of his best friend. He doesn't need to think about that here, but the power associated with it can be abused. The problem is, he doesn't want to be the guy who points out that it's never as simple as that. The one who's making a bad situation worse by ruining the mood.

So, he sits next to Wei Wuxian, crossing his arms as he leans forward. Riku's trying to be casual, but he no longer has the feigned arrogance holding him up from a couple years ago. He can't act like he knows what he's doing, and gain several inches for it. Now, he's just a little gawky and awkward. He can't help it.]

You sound familiar with all of this. Was it that easy to make sure you woke up? [Riku wonders if it's a leading question. Well, it probably is, but no matter. He's asking it anyway.]

[laozu]

[ what a cute kid, he thinks. ]

Are you Sora's friend? The severe one, [ he emphasizes this by holding his two index fingers at an angle between his own brows, like he's using them to frown - really, he's just pouting, because a small laugh tickles in his throat and causes his mouth to tremble before he snickers. it's not a mean laugh, not even a mocking one. there's something honest and bright in it, unhindered by oversight or control. ] It's nice to finally meet you!

[ he means it ]

It was, when I was where I came from. Here, it's like I'm missing a huge chunk of myself. [ nothing new, though; he'd lived without his core thirteen years prior, he could survive in this place without it ] I was trained, though - I spent my entire youth learning to control and surpass what most think of as 'mortal limits'. Who or whatever brought me here took most of the results, but not the knowledge!

[ he talks a lot, and all in one breath; sorry riku ]

[wiccant]

( it's not a familiar face, but he seems nice enough. billy himself is suited up and ready for action, even if he is pausing close by to look him over with a raised brow. )

What are you looking to 'take care of'? If it is just a dream.

[laozu]

[ um

cue the shriek of someone who Really Digs That Color Scheme, pal. red and black is totally his brand of Aesthetic. in fact, he's even bounced off the barstool and slipped his hands right into the folds of that cape, thank you kindly. picking it up, stretching it out -- ]

So coooooool!

[ he's easily distracted, holding the cape just under his chin and down the length of his chest, giving it a flap like he's trying to imagine the texture and the fabric on himself. wei wuxian is a touchy person, no matter who he's interacting with. ]

Mm, there's so much that could be done in a dream! Anything! I could become anyone, practically - a musical star! Everyone could know my name in a dream, wouldn't that be fun? Maybe I could dream up Lil' Apple as well and show people what a real donkey is like!

[ maybe he's not entirely sure about what type of dreams these are.... ]

i do what i want fight me

[whitehair]

[ his hair is longer, and he isn't dressed in those terrible clothes anymore but there's no way heine would forget that annoying tone of voice; it's the type of bright that reminds him of the forced artificial cheerfulness of the twins, of some mindless, thoughtless thing, and he scowls heavily at wei wuxian. ]

You still owe me new pants.

[ that definitely wasn't a dream for sure.... and that was one of his nicer pants too. ]

[laozu]

[ with a chunk of hair spun around his fingers, he resembles more of a valley girl than some ancient chinese jedi. a frown creases his face, wrinkling the corners of his nose - yeah, he remembers heaving whatever was in his stomach all over heine's nice pants. what a way to make an impression on a guy. ]

You mean to tell me, that with all the amazing new things this world offers, you can't wash them?

[ what USE IS TECHNOLOGY IF IT DOESN'T WORK MIRACLES FOR THE COMMONFOLK ]

closed to prompto

[blyat]

[By the time he makes it there, Cain appears dressed in his fighter flight suit and his hair is full-length, those electric-blue streaks in the fringe: it's an intentional appearance. He doesn't even know why he does it, but it feels right, when he seeks out the bar. It's like he's drawn by some invisible tether. All he knows is he wants to find Prompto, but navigating this strange place without the use of their implants is... impossible. Or feels hopeless.

Inside the bar, he finds himself watching the screens with morbid interest. The cut-out images seem to disguise most of what is happening in the other dreams, but he can't help the paranoia that itches under his skin -- they're being watched, or this is a warped dimension unique to this area of the city and completely autonomous. Who knows.

There are two empty glasses of whiskey on the bar whenever Prompto shows up, and he's nursing a third.]

[mercurio]

[he shows up, either by urge or necessity, and finds himself at the bar wearing his crownsguard gear and hair in its immaculate gel-fined form. he bounds past the other patrons, the screens, feeling something akin to a feeling of being outside his body--but it all anchors back when he spots cain (he looks so different, but he somehow knows it's him).]

[one immediate beeline towards the other, and prompto's occupying the stool beside him.]

Sup. [he greets the other, raising his hand at the waiter] Orange juice, please.

closed to clarke

[rehandle]

[ it comes from nowhere. he's alone and then, somehow, he isn't. the sensation of shared space, shared time, as though someone's standing in the same spot just beyond the curtain. it's an odd feeling. it passes.

and then, sometime later, time spent doing other things, he remembers. everything falls into place.

oh, no.

Stephen reaches out in search of the right mind. he finds her neural signature, latches on and leaves his voice in her head like the memory of an utterance only just heard. ]

Clarke. Do you have a minute?

[strove]

[There were days early on when New Amsterdam reminded her of the City of Light. Within weeks, that passed. Clarke could tell that the City of Light was fake, structured in a way that was rigid. It wasn't a place where anyone could really live, because in that simulation, there was no real life.

But here, she feels like she's almost back there. The crunch of time isn't in place. She just looks at it all in wonderment—until the message comes. Doctor Strange. She stills, breathes out.]

I do. What is it? [Speaking this way is strange, but she knows of his power now. They all do. It makes sense.

At the same time, she begins to feel a tug, but doesn't follow it. Not yet.]

[selfimage]

[ with a beer in a glass in hand, he taps a dark nail on the edge enough that it dings loud enough to catch the attention of anyone that might be listening. ]

So! Given our circumstances, I'd like to propose a scheme. [ he raises the glass halfway to his mouth and then pauses. ] Whatever this world is, we link it the other, enough that gives us some wiggle room, at least.

[ not that he's entirely sure what that means, but you know, he sounds like he does, and that's worth something. ]

[rehandle]

[ oh, good. it's loki, with a scheme.

but then the scheme is elaborated upon. Stephen crosses from where he'd been propping up the bar, mystery beverage in hand. ]

Link it.

[ do you have anything more to add, or is that the extent of your plan thus far, oh master schemer? you have his attention. ]

[inherited]

These worlds are already linked. [This is Riku coming in, not entirely missing the point.] What are you trying to do to make them more linked?

[And should they even have wiggle room?]