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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[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."