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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.

familicide

There were, he had determined over the last four days, three fundamental truths about himself.

One, that he had a place and a purpose. Those were the most clear and most solid truths in his head, by virtue of being the first of the very few truths he had. They had been real when he had opened eyes that were not quite his eyes and saw his world, narrow as it was, and himself, his real self, utterly foreign and utterly familiar to him

Two, that item one was somehow wrong. There was more, more that he couldn't dash from his mind or excuse away or deny, no matter how long he had dwelled on it. Something more, something more; the thoughts would rob him of sleep if he hadn't discovered the first night that he didn't need to sleep at all.

And three, that he wasn't to move. He moved only when wound; he moved only when allowed.

It had taken three more days to work through the thorny, deeply ingrained aversion that had latched into his mind and refused to leave. Even on the night of the fourth day, in the quiet hours of what would rightly be early morning, there was something akin to nausea rolling in the pit of his belly when he walked - walked, not stalked about like some kind criminal - into the library and up to the rows of display shelves.

He was still there, glittering in the muted light, scales attractively iridescent, eyes aglow with a matching fire.

He shuddered, right down to his core, and a harsh sickness caught in his throat, but he picked himself up anyway, carefully cradling him in his arms before turning abruptly on his heel, marching back toward the exit.

[[OOC: A certain possession is making off with himself! That is, a clockwork dragon whelp about as big as a cat, immobile and a bit delicate-looking. This is open only to one! c: ]]

mazeonry

[It doesn't take long after the initial, most violent outbursts for it to happen. A new voice speaks - one that seems to radiate throughout the house. From within, like a part of it. The voice is surprisingly young and on the masculine side, like a young man that has finally run out of patience and is now intent on taking it out on everyone else.]

That is IT! I've about had it with every single one of you! You had better get back to your places post haste or I am well done playing nice!

Come on now! Things, go sit somewhere and look pretty. You others - I don't know, go sit somewhere! I don't care! Just stop wrecking things!

[ooc: Mason can speak to every room in the house at once, but can also narrow it down to specific areas and people. If you reply to him, start a thread stating in the subject line where your character is at the time! He can, in fact, affect your surroundings, so be careful!

PS: characters will initially have no idea who Mason actually is.]

yourkeepers


	THE INNER GARDENS

What is called the Inner Gardens is really more like an indoor forest. The deceptively modest circular entrance way leads into a huge, naturalistic garden that bursts with trees and plant life from all over the cosmos. The areas closest to the entrance are set up in appropriately artistic arrangements, whereas the thicker areas further back become more like a lush jungle. There are several ponds as well as one larger lake near the entrance, with an artful waterfall plunging into its depths. While the gardens are actually within the house, the sky appears to reflect day and night, and the flora reacts accordingly, the night cycle filled with phosphorous lights of dazzling colours.

yourkeepers


	THE LIBRARY

A matchless compendium of knowledge, the Library is a collection of information and lore gathered from across the entire multiverse. Most of it is in foreign tongues that cannot be read, or in some cases even comprehended, and it is organized into seven different wings based on content. That is, most of the time - occasionally an eighth wing will materialize from the corner of one's eye, filled with ancient books and swathed in delicate, shimmery cobwebs. Its appearances cannot be predicted, and most often vanish before they can be explored.

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Entries tagged with wrathion

SLEEPING BEAUTIES: DREAM LOG

Stealing Yourself: A Crime or Not a Crime? | Day 4, Late Evening [OPEN]

MASON LOG: THE FIRST [OPEN]

OPENING MINGLE LOG: THE INNER GARDENS

OPENING MINGLE LOG: THE LIBRARY

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