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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[armedanddangerous]

Squawky man grabs hold of the fork that lands suddenly in his proximity, and nearly does try to consume it: only when it's halfway into his mouth does he realize it's probably not edible. Scowling, he turns it around in his hand, finally catches notice of the girl who tossed it his way, and flings it back roughly in her direction.

[creased]

She grabs it out of the air with a wide grin, then slams it down on the table. Success. "You finished chewing yet?"

[armedanddangerous]

He tilts his head to face her, swallowing a mouthful of potato. His eyes narrow. "Beat it," he says, and reaches for another.

[creased]

She sits pointedly on the table and picks up a wedge of cheese that's been left somehow untouched. She breaks it in half and pokes at the inside. "Don't think I will. Someone needs to be here when you choke." To laugh, she doesn't say.

[armedanddangerous]

His nose wrinkles in disgust and he shoots the girl a dirty glare. He doesn't want her around, but she isn't doing anything, at least, so he refocuses his attention on a slice of cake.

The first bite is entirely unsatisfying, so he takes a larger one. Scowling, he helps himself to a third and a fourth, then grouchily shoves the rest into his mouth. No use. The cake is completely flavorless. He snatches a nearby peach and chomps down. Juice dribbles down his chin from the overripe fruit, but it may as well be water for all he can taste it.

His hand squeezes closed, reducing the peach to a gooey mess. "You," he hisses at the girl, as if she were somehow responsible for his ruined feast.

[creased]

She raises an eyebrow at him, unconcerned by the hostility. "Something wrong? Finally realized the food isn't real?" Curious now, she grabs an apple off the table and bites into it. And immediately spits the bite out. "Ugh, took you long enough."