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

[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."

[for_that_i_run]

"If it is a name you like I don't think that makes it silly."

That was quite a stack of pancakes she was making there. Her kids must really enjoy those.

"I do have a question that might sound a little strange but do you remember how you got here?"

[demonsintheoven]

It was also the only breakfast she knew how to make.

She laughed softly. "You may as well ask the wind if it knows why it blows," she smiled.

[for_that_i_run]

"If I thought the wind might give me an answer I might try that."

Why not? The answer could be fascinating.

"What I mean is... is this world really here? I just arrived with no idea how I ended up in your house and you don't seem to find that strange at all?"

[demonsintheoven]

"Why would it be strange?"

[for_that_i_run]

"People just appearing like that seems normal to you?"

[demonsintheoven]

She gives him a patent smile. "There's hardly such a thing as normal in my head, dear."

[for_that_i_run]

Ah ha, well, he had always suspected but would never have thought to say anything like that himself!

"No, I suppose not. With all of your visions and things maybe you think I am an illusion too."

[demonsintheoven]

"No, they wouldn't bother me here. This is how it's supposed to be, after all," Snow smiled, starting to load up a plate with pancakes. "Syrup or jam?"

[for_that_i_run]

Syrup or jam... the eternal question.

"Both, please?"

If it was a dream, why not?

[demonsintheoven]

She laughed softly. "A sweet tooth?" she asked as she opened the fridge, pulling out a plastic squeeze bottle of cheep syrup and a small jar of a red jam.

[for_that_i_run]

"Guilty."

He chuckled too. It was pretty obvious that sweet things were a weakness of his.

[demonsintheoven]

"Make sure to brush your teeth really well after, okay?" she smiles, setting down the jam and syrup before bringing over a plate of pancakes.

They're rather oddly shaped, spirals and strange patterns, not at all the normal rounds one would expect.

[for_that_i_run]

If Eagle could have remembered his mother this might all feel a bit nostalgic. Oddly shaped pancakes to make them more interesting and a reminder to brush your teeth afterwards... they were all things a mother would do for a child.

"I'll try to remember that."

It was sweet. Snow obviously loved her children very much.