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

[battlebound]

[ Look, the whole creation and summoning of Food Souls into a physical form is something which could probably be a dissertation, and Steak is not the Soul you want that dissertation from. ]

Exactly. Only certain humans have the ability to summon us. Humans who do not often look to those of us without contracts to enlist our help.

[ Sometimes it can be for good purposes, no different to hiring a handyman or a babysitter. And on nights like this one... Well. ]

[darkestbefore]

You are... summoned into the world? [ Her eyes go a little wide at that. ] Ahh, I see now!

[ That does clear some things up about the situation a little. Although she does still look down at the bound humans with a frown. ]

So they lacked the ability to do such a thing for themselves and sought to take advantage in a different way.

[ Although then something else occurs to her and she glances around the inside of the tavern with a puzzled expression. ]

But where is your Master Attendant? Should they not have been here to watch over you?

[battlebound]

[ Exactly. Steak nods as the memory continues, the two Food Souls shifting the captured criminals out of the building with little ceremony or care, the room around them going fuzzy as the memory of Steak walks out of the space, clueless as to what could possibly be unfolding inside.

So he follows the memory, gesturing briefly at the stranger as he does. ]

He died many years before this.

[ It's matter-of-fact, an old, old sadness that Steak sees no point in beating about the bush for. His Master Attendant grew old and happy with his wife and passed on, as all humans do. However much he may miss the man, being consumed by loss doesn't bring him back. ]