Event Log: April, Dream a Little Dream

[faileas]

Event Log: April, Dream a Little Dream (Of Me)

I. The Looking-Glass House These strange shared dreams are part and parcel of being Mirrorbound, nothing too unusual for those who entered this world through similar dreams and then a mirror. No doubt you've all experienced your share by now. Normally those dreams have something to say about the world, something to show Mirrorbound about their new temporary home, but this time... This time, it has something to show the Mirrorbound about each other, perhaps. The Looking-Glass House, from the outside, seems no different from how it looks in the waking world. Each cobblestone still glows as you step upon it, drawing your attention toward the entryway of the two-story cottage that sits at the edge of the Coven's courtyard. You can still wander the Coven grounds if you'd like, but nothing is different from how it will be when you wake, save the lack of bustling Witches and Monsters going about their business. Areas that are normally inaccessible are still inaccessible. Whatever secrets this dream may hold, they all lie within the hall of mirrors. Perhaps you haven't had reason to step into this building in some time, or maybe you're here often, checking for new arrivals. Maybe you only recently arrived here and the sight of these mirror-lined hallways is fresh in your mind. Something has changed, however... Many of the hundreds of mirrors on the walls remain the same: dull, dusty, undecorated, some cracked or broken. As lifeless as a mirror can get. Yours, if you seek it out, looks the same as it did to you on your arrival - the frame covered in reminders of your home, your life, the surface of it clear and shiny-new. But this time, in this dream, yours is not the only one you can see signs of life in. Other mirrors also have the clear, silvery glass within their frames that yours does, indicating a connection to someone currently in Aefenglom. Maybe you can pick out the mirrors of people you know by the few carvings in the frames you can pick out; the closer you are to someone, the more of their mirror's decoration you're able to see, though the frames of strangers' mirrors remain unadorned to your gaze. You might feel yourself compelled to lay your hand on one of these silvery-bright mirrors, and when you do, the glass ripples like movement on a still pond. Like water, it allows you entry to another time, another place, another world - or at least, the memory of such. Who knows what you'll witness there, something beautiful or something terrible, but you only have to slip back through the mirror into the Looking Glass House to end it.

Welcome to April's event log, Dream a Little Dream! This event is a little more 'make your own fun' than others (since we are not currently in a place to be able to run a plot-heavy event this month), so feel free to play with the dream mechanics generally as you will. The main things to keep in mind are: memories are from the character's point of view however you choose to interpret that; memories cannot be altered or show a character something they could not have witnessed; please be considerate when using other people's characters in a memory, and visitors cannot directly interact with people/NPCs within a memory. Interacting with creatures/environment of a memory is fine. Otherwise, have fun! As always, feel free to use this log or make your own, and direct event-related questions here.

Comments

[clickclickbang]

Monsters that, apparently, were once human or regular animals. We didn't know that until...pretty recently, though and I don't know if Noct actually knows or not.

[showsnopiety]

Aaaaah.

[She could say something about Noct being told but-that's not going to go well. All of this was not going well.]

Good to know. Daemons in my world are...different. I'll explain it later-you're on the move.

[clickclickbang]

Yeah, and I don't really want to relive what comes next so....

[showsnopiety]

You'll stay here?

That's fine.

[She moved to lean up, and kiss him on the cheek.]

I'll come back for you.

[clickclickbang]

[He's used to the kissing, but--]

No, seriously Caren, it's not pretty. You don't wanna see it.

[showsnopiety]

Prompto, I may have to see it so we can get out of this.

[She's serious. Especially if this means she's going to have to see that old man they just heard turn into something...else.]

Do you have a better idea? Of getting out?

[clickclickbang]

...going out the way we came?

[showsnopiety]

Do you see the exit?

[clickclickbang]

[He points to the door he's standing beside.]

We came in this door, maybe we can go out it?

[showsnopiety]

We can give it a shot, but I doubt it.

[She motions for Prompto to try.]

[clickclickbang]

[Prompto heads out and looks around before spotting his mirror.]

Yep, mirror's right here. C'mon, we can...talk about this outside, if you want?

[showsnopiety]

I think we need to, for your sake more then mine.

[Whatever it was on the other side of the door, the other part of the memory...he didn't want her to see it. And she'd respect it.

Maybe she wouldn't have months before, but that was then, and this was now. She turned away from the memory, and trotted over to follow Prompto out of this place.

It was warmer in the Mirror house anyway.]

[clickclickbang]

[Once out of his mirror, Prompto finds the nearest wall and slumps down against it, hugging his knees and saying nothing.]

[showsnopiety]

[She thought this might happen. She sighed, and after shaking herself, she moved to sit beside him, shoulder to shoulder.

Or shoulder to arm, considering the height difference, and a little forward due to the wings against her back.]

How many people know?

[clickclickbang]

I...don't honestly remember. The guys know something's up and that I was supposed to be a magitek soldier, but I don't remember if I told them the details or not.

[showsnopiety]

Well...that's your choice to tell them.

[She nudged him gently.]

Does it really matter?

[clickclickbang]

Kinda? I mean, sure, okay, someone kidnapped me and took me to Lucis when I was, like, fresh off the assembly line or whatever so I'm Lucian in all the ways that matter but...

[showsnopiety]

Prompto, you keep this up and I'm going to pinch your nose shut.

[She said it lightly, but she meant it. She had no problem in just wrestling him about this. But for now, words were fine.]

You being Lucian was never an issue. You were always Lucian, through and through. Elsewise- they never would have let you near Noctis, would they?

[clickclickbang]

I dunno. The Insomnia royal family isn't...normal, y'know? Hell, they let their kids attend regular private school if they want.

[showsnopiety]

Ah, so you went to a regular private school. With Noctis, correct?

[She made a rude noise.]

That's ensuring a connection to the people, not carelessness.

[clickclickbang]

Yeah, my parents were never around but they paid for my schooling and stuff.

[What's with that noise, Caren?]

Still not normal. Exhibit A: Noct.

[showsnopiety]

Noctis is Noctis, but that doesn't mean he and the royal family won't trust you just because you share a gene pool with someone who doesn't know how to moisturize.

You are simply...Prompto. Their friend. The guy who sings under his breath while he makes salad, who wipes out a lot, and sometimes comes home with dirt on his nose.

[clickclickbang]

Wait, you hear me when I'm singing?

[Prompto, focus.]

Still, it's...I dunno. It's hard to explain.

[showsnopiety]

I have sensitive hearing, particularly when I take my ear cuffs off.

[She'll point to one of hers, and its small, discreet, and at the base of one furry ear.]

Maybe...I do empathize with you, a bit. I can explain why.

If you want.

[clickclickbang]

Sure, if you're comfortable telling me.

[But he won't press.]