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

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan leans out over the edge of the abyss, peering into darkness. The edge under his hands cracks, and he falls headlong into it, too shocked to do more than gasp.

He falls for what seems like forever, and lands on green grass.

[canistricari]

Coyote follows, slowly and utterly in control.

He will watch, and wait.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan rolls in the grass for a while, laughter eventually ringing out and bringing people near. He stops abruptly, then looks up.

It wasn't scientists as he had feared, but the smiling, dark haired man and woman make his eyes widen. He turns, searching for Coyote.

"Is Faolan dead?" he asked, voice worried. "Is that where you came from?"

[canistricari]

Coyote cackled madly.

"Close, but not quite!"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan looked over at the smiling couple again. "But Mutti and Vatti are dead..." he said.

[canistricari]

"But you aren't!"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

This is all very distressing. "But how can see them? Are they ghosts?"

He hopes not. He wants Mutti and Vatti to move on. He's well now, so they don't have to worry.

Wait. Well now? But the lab....

Oh right. He got away from the lab a while ago. Hawk is daddy now. How could he forget?

He looks at Coyote, wanting an explanation.

[canistricari]

Coyote just laughs.

Figure it out, little cousin.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Well, that was no help. Faolan looked back at his parents, still smiling at him. Coyote said that he wasn't dead. But his parents were dead, and how else would he see them?

Ah! Hadn't Mutti said, when he'd first been crying over Vatti's death, that he could still see him in dreams..?

He looked up at Coyote. "A dream?"

[canistricari]

His laughter grows louder and madder, and he seems to begin to fade into the distance.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

"Wait!"

With one last glance behind him at his parents, Faolan chased after Coyote.