ofthebeast: ("If he has a conscience he will suffer f)
ofthebeast ([personal profile] ofthebeast) wrote in [community profile] eswareinmal2012-05-25 08:41 pm

Action: but you never tire of dreams

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.
brosif: (child: well but no?)

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[personal profile] brosif 2012-05-31 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
Idonea is a clever thing. Sif has dreamed her as such. When the ground breaks, and Idonea feels the bonds with her mother weakening, she has to think quickly.

The other children aren’t named, and thus they aren’t real. But she is real enough. She closes her eyes and looks for someone. Anyone whose thread runs close enough.

When her mother’s back is turned, when she charges to protect her children, Idonea lets herself slip through a crack. She stumbles out in gardens that are more beautiful here than in her borrowed memory. She crouches down and runs a finger over the flesh of a rich, red orchard. Strange. The plants here do not need tending to.
bittyfun: (think fast)

[personal profile] bittyfun 2012-06-01 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't see her, at first, doesn't sense her -- runs into her, full-tilt, still in mid-laugh from the sight of Thor trying to catch his ears.

"Sorry," he says, unconvincingly.
brosif: (child: what?)

[personal profile] brosif 2012-06-02 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you aren't sorry, don't say it," she snaps, standing off and brushing herself off.

And that's wrong, isn't it? Better to apologize, better to slide out of his way. But she cannot unmake what she would be. There's as much anger in her, as much pride, as anything else.

"Or do you hand out apologies so easily?"
bittyfun: (fury)

[personal profile] bittyfun 2012-06-03 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I was startled, and to be polite is befitting a prince," he snaps back, in a tone that isn't polite in the least.
brosif: (child: the shade of it all)

[personal profile] brosif 2012-06-04 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Really?" There is something very strongly of Sif in the way Idonea looks at him. "I suggest you seek out a better fit."