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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[subtleserenity]

Her first thought when she wanders into the new world, stepping out of the door of place she had been, is that it is so very warm. Everything about it is rich and decadent where the she had seen on cold blues and utilitarianism. She doesn't feel like this is a place she belongs, but the sight of the feathered creatures upon the table pulls her forward.

As she draws near, the sound of his eating makes her grimace in disgust. She suspects he's not paying attention to anything but the food in front of his face and grabs a plate with half of some delicacy left on it smash against the tabletop. "You're gonna choke, you keep going like that, Chánzuǐ," she says, voice hard. She does not know this young man, but she doesn't want to see him eat himself to death.

[armedanddangerous]

The sound of the plate breaking makes him jump. He whirls his head to face the disturbance, a slice of ham still lifted halfway to his mouth. "Get away!" he snarls. "It's mine!"

[subtleserenity]

Brimstone narrows her gaze, but takes a step away. She has no desire to get clawed, even if it probably wouldn't hurt that much. "It's your dream," she clarifies for him. "Eatin' here ain't gonna fill you up outside, but I don't know what dyin' in a dream like this'll do to you with those thorns stickin' in us. You're eatin' like you ain't had nothin' but quarter rations for more'n a fortnight." The edge of revulsion in her tone implies 'and you're doing it like an animal.'

[armedanddangerous]

His hands make claws against the table, leaving small groove marks in their wake. Her retreat satisfies him, though, and his demeanor quickly grows less possessive. Taking hold of a crystal goblet, he drains the contents in a single smug gulp. "I don't see anyone dying around here," he says, unconcerned.

She might find his behavior bestial, but he is, after all, a Beast.

[subtleserenity]

"Keep stuffin' your face like that, might find that ain't true no more, Chánzuǐ," she replies, simply. Keeping him talking is, at least, stopping him from gorging so completely. "What is this place?" Her gesture encompasses the room.

[armedanddangerous]

He shrugs. "Haven't seen it before in my life," he replies, glancing into the now-empty cup before tossing it over his shoulder and selecting another to replace it.

[subtleserenity]

Her expression goes flat at his flippant response. "Thought of lookin' in on more than just the table? Might find something interestin'." Like an activity that isn't disgusting.

[armedanddangerous]

"Nah." He downs his mug of cider and turns pointedly away from the woman.

[subtleserenity]

It takes a lot not to roll her eyes or wish a curse on him, but she manages it. "Suit yourself." And with that, she turns away down one of the rich corridors to find something and someone that doesn't make her feel sick.