Action: but you never tire of dreams

[ofthebeast]

Characters: Any willing dreamers
Open? Yes
Where: In your minds
When: After the party
What: Part two of the dream plot!
Warnings:


The party went on, with the beast's head on display. A proud, twisted thing. Behind false ruby eyes, it waited. And as the music became slower and the wine less plentiful, it waited still.

Those who had gazed upon it at the ball. Those who had seen it once living in the forest. All heroes who dared to look upon its face and dream still that they would be able to live another day...

There are all sorts of ways of living. In waking. In sleep. Perhaps, now, they would find one in between.

(ooc: Feel free to keep tagging into the party post! Once your characters go home and go to sleep of their own accord, that is when the dreaming will begin. Remember, it is up to you to set up what kind of world your character is trapped in and how best to help them. Plotting post is here, make use of it!

The beast's power will wane once the bulk of the dreamers have escaped his curse. If your character was not at the party but you still want to involve them in the dream plot, that is fine! They can either help get people out or have seen the beast wandering in the woods before it was killed and have caught its attention that way.

Comments

[demonsintheoven]

It's a very domestic scene. A small kitchen, clean, tidy, and outdated, yet at the same time warm and inviting, despite the cheep metal of the drawers and cabinets. Snow herself is at the stove, looking the part of an 80s housewife herself, her normally frazzled appearance smoothed away and a seemingly genuine smile on her face as she looks out the window over the sink. The sun is shining, a warm breeze wafting in from the open window, the smell of pancakes sizzling on the griddle mixing with fresh cut grass, the sounds of children playing outside... perfect domestic bliss.

[canistricari]

But there's something outside with her children, something laughing madly with sharp teeth that flicker in the sun. It runs and plays and laughs with the children. Coyote loves children. They're just so good at playing.

Just pretend this is a child icon

[wheresmycoffee]

[[One of the children, the boy, is eying the laughing madness. He's a serious child, eyes dark and warry.]]

Where did you come from.

[[There is no playful curiosity in that question. It's almost a demand]]

/pretends

[canistricari]

Where indeed! [ The thing laughs at him. ]

I come from the beginning of time~

[wheresmycoffee]

[[The kid glares.]] That's a bullshit answer. Why are you here?

[canistricari]

It seemed like an interesting place to be!

[wheresmycoffee]

Interesting. [[Said in such a dead pan. Yeah, he doesn't buy it]] How the hell is this place interesting?

[[sounding awful old and bitter for a young child there, Hawk. But he knows that Snow can't hear him.]]

[canistricari]

[ He comes close, dangerously close. ]

The mind is such a curious thing~

[wheresmycoffee]

[[There's suddenly a knife in the child's hand, pointed outward as his posture shifts to be defensive.]]

Get out of hers.

[for_that_i_run]

Mmm, pancakes. There is not a person living that isn't drawn in by the smell of fresh pancakes.

"Is it morning here?"

Eagle asked as he stepped into the room. Hello, he has no idea why he is in your house he just found himself in the living room and followed the scent of fresh pancakes to the lady in charge of making them.

[demonsintheoven]

She looks over with a lazy smile. "Yes, dear, it's morning. Have a seat, the pancakes are almost ready," she assures with a smile.

[for_that_i_run]

He complies without really giving it much thought. Just sitting was a simple enough request though, he didn't mind.

"This house... it's yours isn't it?"

It was just a bit strange to see her in a domestic setting like this. Usually she was... well, not 'domestic'.

[demonsintheoven]

She nods, carefully flipping a pancake. "It is. A little small, but we manage all right, with just the three of us."

[for_that_i_run]

"There are three of you?"

The kids he could hear outside playing maybe?

[demonsintheoven]

Another nod. "Just me, my little Flower and my little Wolf."

[for_that_i_run]

And yet she still talking in riddles. Even in this strange world she hadn't changed too much.

"Flower and wolf are they? A girl and a boy maybe?"

[demonsintheoven]

She nods as she carefully pours another pancake. "My Lily and my Hawk," she smiles, tone fond. "It's silly, isn't it? To name him a hawk when he's really a wolf."

[folklorist]

Helios might find himself walking into a kitchen with a lovely aroma of freshly made pancakes. He realizes instantly that this isn't his house and oh gods what is he even doing here?!

"O-Oh! Oh. I'm, I'm so s-sorry. I-I don't know how I got here. I-I didn't mean to, to intrude." He is just going to back away and make to turn around and head right out of the kitchen, whoops, how embarrassing.

[demonsintheoven]

"You wandered in because the door was open," Snow smiled, pouring a new pancake. "Hardly an intrusion when it's an invitation..."

[folklorist]

Helios blinks turning to look back at the woman with that same sheepish expression on his face. "O-Oh. I, ah, I-I see." He might turn just a bit more now in the doorway.

"Everything, um, s-smells lovely by the way."

[demonsintheoven]

"Would you like some? I've made plenty. So many I don't even think my little wolf can eat them all," she laughed, looking out the window with a fond and almost lazy smile.

[folklorist]

"O-Oh! I. I-I shouldn't. I-I mean they're for y-you and...and it would be r-rude of me, really." Do not mind the awkward that is Helios. He is not used to ending up randomly in people's homes and getting offered food. He rubs the back of his neck as he looks out the window.

"Little wolf?"

[demonsintheoven]

She nods. "He's out playing with his sister. They really work up an appetite playing like that," she reflects, looking out the window where the two children where playing with a dreamy, fond expression.

[folklorist]

Helios manages a smile and a light laugh at that. Ah, yes, children. They are just bursting with energy aren't they?

"They certainly do. I-I imagine they'll probably want some of these delicious pancakes themselves." Which is why Helios is probably not going to eat any now.

[demonsintheoven]

"There's plenty. I can keep making them and making them, the batter never runs out, you know?" she smiles, starting to pour yet another pancake, this one a slow, lazy spiral.