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[firstworldproblem]

Who: Idols
Where: Dreams
When: Day 345 (or whatever works for you)

[It's a dream post! Enjoy.]

Comments

[mind_blown]

[choose your own adventure:

In the first scenario, you see a kid staring out at a cityscape. Next to him is a gargoyle-- and you realize belatedly you are on a roof.

The second scenario: wow, it is intensely... hot? almost sickly. You realize that this is the FiN dorm, but you can't place what's wrong. And it seems to be empty.

In the last scenario, a caped crusader is standing opposite of you. It's hard to tell, but you get the impression that he is... pitying you? You must've been having a conversation, but you're not sure when.]

[rollplayinghouse]

[lets go with #3]

...What?

[mind_blown]

"How can you be so selfish?"

[the landscape shifts-- this time to the bombed out remains of a warehouse in what looks like the desert.]

"If you really cared, you would try to remember anything from that day, so I could have my son back."

#1

[gigadevilbreaker]

[Hanging out on rooftops. That's pretty usual, for them.

Nero leans against the gargoyle, glancing from the kid to the city below.]

Quiet night?

Re: #1

[mind_blown]

[the kid turns back and looks at him a small grin on his face.]

"Yeah. For right now, anyway. But I've got my eyes peeled, looking for the next jackass to beat down."

2 to complete the set

[weenwoon]

[Well, this sure is their dorm, but it also sure is. Extremely hot. The feeling of emptiness is even more uncomfortable, though; Levity is used to their dorm having that quiet feeling of a living space. Even when everyone's in their rooms, there's a sense of... home to it, in a way.

He starts to head to others' rooms, but not before taking off his mask because oof, it's hot enough already.]

Is anybody home?

Re: 2 to complete the set

[mind_blown]

[the feeling is subtle at first, but the further he travels in, the less... solid? his skin feels.

like it is literally melting under the oppression of the heat.

And further in, there is Jason, skin half melted off as he doesn't even try to fix things.]

[tenebraecious]

[1! blinking but taking in the sight while slightly aware of kid]

The wind is so strong . . . !

[mind_blown]

Oh.

I don't think I've seen you here before.

[this child looks like a much younger version of someone she knows, but, who knows, it could be any child!]

3

[homicidalrage]

[ Oh.

It's not often he finds himself in other people's dreams when it's not a Baritones dragging him to theirs, and considering his last experience he's maybe worried about the scale of awfulness this is going to be.

But considering there's already One Person here, it's at least already an improvement. ]

If you're going to say something, then say it already.

[mind_blown]

"Do you know why we're here? Why we're still here?"

Here, being a desert, but with a bombed out warehouse in the background. The figure paces towards him, softly.

[softlyfalling]

[ uhhh let's say 3. ]

Um.

Sorry, I... er. Lost my train of thought?

[mind_blown]

"Do you know why we're here?"

They are in the desert, with the burned out remains of a warehouse behind them.

She can't place why, but there is a significant amount of emotional distress associated with this place.

[deicider]

[You're in a museum full of life-sized dolls that look exactly like Cardinal Chases Dawn.

The dolls are dressed in every conceivable costume: a ballerina, a samurai, a sexy nurse, a werewolf. Your sense of the building is large: there must be hundreds of these things, all of them looking at you with disturbing lively eyes and benign, gentle smiles.

Someone has been through here. The dolls are in disarray. As your eyes grow used to the scene, you can see that there is no destruction in the chaos: the dolls have been tossed aside as if abandoned by their playmates, but there's no real damage.

Deeper in the building, you hear the noise of someone moving.]

[softlyfalling]

[ frighten.

she's just going to... wander over to some of the fallen dolls, though, to inspect them like there's some kind of clue there. ]

[adorabilities]

[if you've been there, you already recognize the sight: the gaudy, opulent hotel, with its distant thundering crowds.

the insane art pieces that leave you dizzy and thinking you're about to fall into the abyss, the spas, the pool.

if you haven't been there, it's very, very easy to feel unsettled, like something bad is about to happen.]

[dumbjockenergy]

[ She hasn't been here before, and she certainly doesn't want to be here now.

Has she been tossed into another game without any warning...? But she doesn't have her phone now to check for any rules, and she certainly doesn't have her baton. It sets everything in her on edge. ]

Hello?

[ Maybe she should start looking for a weapon. ]

[auguryofinnocence]

[If you were in Vergil's heart this might be a familiar location. A room made entirely of white marble, excessively bright and reflective, with carved pillars and a throne toward the far end. It's all built for a giant, the ceiling must be nearly 100 feet up. There's angelic sort of music playing without a clear source, and really everything about the place says Heaven.

(cw is mind control and existential torture. If you were in Vergil's heart let me know if you want to get your Nightmare experience because that could be thrown in, I'm just sitting on these still, might as well use it!)]

[deicider]

[Heaven, hmm. A frisson of warning runs down Cardinal's spine. It's doubtful they're welcome in any heaven.

Not that that stops them. They move toward the throne in a smooth, assured stride, twisting their head to try and locate the source of the music.]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Glory did not see this part of Vergil's heart, so it's unfamiliar. She still doesn't like it, though, immediately tense and wary.

(Nightmare yes)]

[weenwoon]

[I WANT ALL THE BADTIME EXPERIENCES LAY IT ON MEEEEEEEE

Levity never reached the throne room, so this is new to him. He looks around in wonderment - the architecture looks beautiful if unfamiliar, although the brightness is indeed excessive. He moves around the room, exploring it, slowly getting closer to the throne.]

[selfpreservationist]

[I HATE THIS

raven immediately is looking for the exit, as well as any suits of armor that may be, you know, lying around]

[untiltheend]

[Nightmares! I want them.]

Goodness. To think Mr Vergil is a man of hidden depths...

[Because this sure looks like... well, what he imagines Heaven might look like. And what would a person like Mr Vergil be doing in Heaven, get it, get it?]

[theyregooddogs]

[Rough wooden floors split out into endless hallways. When you think you see them all, there's six, right?, you suddenly see a new one. The smell of old and fresh blood lingers in the air along with still water, rot, and flowers. A young boy stands in the middle considering all the paths, looking from one to another.]

Which way . . .

[shutthefoxup]

Depends. Where're ya tryin' ta go?