SLEEPING BEAUTIES: DREAM LOG

[yourkeepers]

Bewitched by the thorn's touch, you have been ensnared in the deepest of sleep. Fortunately for you, the world of Faerie doesn't end with the waking.

The world of your dreams is brighter now, more clear than you've ever witnessed it. You've been it before, you think, there fragments of yourself become reality. But now you are somehow more lucid in its presence, and it's more real - something you can reach out and touch.

You find yourself in this world, and you are not alone. Your dreams and those of other join at the edges, pulling into each other along similar threads.

And you are watched by something even greater.

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Re: OPEN

[peafowl]

The twins were walking on cracked cobblestones slick with blood one moment and on what felt like springy carpet the next. They look down at their feet, puzzled and the blue peacock keens in alarm, realising that they're standing on clouds. The pink peacock strides ahead, crunching glass under her dress shoes, towards Dog Girl. She taps her on the shoulder, to get her attention.

"Yo, is your dream structurally sound? Or are we gonna plummet?"

"Don't jinx it," her twin calls, from a few feet behind.

[fuzzyduck]

The girl flips around, startled enough to show off her teeth. After a second, though, her expression softens into a simple glare.

"You're not fallin' right now, are ya?"

[peafowl]

The twins shake their heads, but the blue peacock puts his hands on his hips and says, "not yet, darling."

The pink peacock lightly kicks his ankle with the edge of her foot.

"'S a nicer dream than ours, at least. And falling ain't so bad. It's the landing that's a problem."

[fuzzyduck]

"You ain't gonna land, geez!" She crosses her arms. "They're magic clouds or somethin', I dunno." Then she raises an eyebrow, eyeing the twins with casual curiosity. "What was goin' on in your dream?"

[peafowl]

"A city," says the blue peacock. "A city and ... the hunters of mortals."

"Our city," the pink peacock says, because the memory is slowly coming to her. "It was the city we grew up. We were in the ghetto our house was in and it was empty and everything looked like something bad was gonna happen."

"Yes," says the blue peacock, even though he did not recognise the place, at all. "So, ah. We're a little on edge, darling."

[fuzzyduck]

"Hunters?" Now her brows furrow. She tries to dig in her memory - should the idea ring a bell? - but nothing comes. Frustrated, she huffs.

"Well, nothing's happenin' here, so ya should be alright. As long as--" Oh lord if she thinks about the music it will start again, won't it. "Yeah, let's pass the time, I guess."

[peafowl]

"Pass the time?" the pink peacock says, raising an eyebrow. "You got a deck of cards or anything? I don't see any dance halls here, is all."

The blue peacock rolls his eyes but says nothing, only crosses his arms and pouts.

[fuzzyduck]

"No, but--"

It now dawns on the girl that she's got nothin'.

"... Look, if ya wanna go somewhere else, that's your call, but some of the dreams out there are pretty nasty, so you're better off stayin' put."

[peafowl]

The peacocks look at each other, then the pink one shrugs and sits down cross-legged on the clouds. They're soft, not quite like a pillow, and fairly comfortable. Her twin remains standing.

"I ain't got a problem with that," the pink peacock says. "But if you don't have cards, you'll have to provide conversation. What's with the clouds? Weird as hell dreamscape you've got here."

The blue peacock makes a huffing noise, annoyed quite deeply at his twin.

[fuzzyduck]

"I'd love to remember, lemme tell ya." She grumbles. Will she ever stop feeling bitter about Smash Mouth? Probably not.

"Ain't got much to talk about either. Hell, I doubt I did much talkin' up until I woke up."

[peafowl]

"I think you're right, there, dear," the blue peacock says, tilting his head to one side. "You look like a Beast. Er. No offense?"

The pink peacock groans and hides her face in her hands.

[fuzzyduck]

The blue peacock happens to be right. The dog girl makes no comments on that.

"Yeah? Well, what are ya?"

[peafowl]

"Peacocks," the pink twin says. "Er. But also servants. Not Beasts."

The blue peacock looks rather smug at that.

"We could alway talk, darling," he says.

[fuzzyduck]

She gives them a sour glare. "Bet ya can't fight."