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Ghosts cling to the entryway and nothing ever remains unmarked. Unmade or undone, bone pressing on flesh. Fresh blueberries in autumn, with two moons hanging overhead in the afternoon sun. The scent of it stained her gums.

[Sif’s face is not in view. She speaks quietly, her words not intended for consumption. Her necklace has been tossed to the ground, and the only thing visible is her boots. They are caked in mud and underbrush. Her feet move about restlessly, motions as random and disconnected as her speech.]

We ever attempt substitution, until the original is opaque. Wax paper in a thunderstorm, dried out the next morning.

[ooc: Sif has Snow's visions! If you want her to read your character, give some details here.]

consultmybooks

So.

[The Orb shows Giles, sitting in a field. The grass is overgrown, tough, more weeds than anything, but what soil is visible is barren, dry, and crumbling. Just off in the distance, a house can be seen, but it's also possible to see that it's fallen into disrepair, and that the area all around Giles seems to have been quite abandoned for just some time, left for the wilds to reclaim.

Unbenownst to Giles, the Hero of the Mountain had passed through here not too long ago, restoring this place to life and vibrancy...but then she'd left, and her power hadn't stayed, and Chaos had reclaimed this place.

Observers will also note that Giles seems to have acquired a staff - a gnarled, twisted thing as tall as he is, perfect for helping along on a long walk or bashing someone in the head. There's also what appears to be a small, square mirror hanging around his neck on a chain. And that, when he gets to his feet and brushes the dirt from his knees, he's no longer moving like someone who has to remember that the ground is there and needs paying attention to.]

I, um, I have no idea where I am. Absolutely none. I, I know I didn't drink that much at the party...didn't drink anything, in fact, couldn't have...and, and, um, now I'm here, and I can't see Schwanheim, and...I appear to be solid, actually.

I, I suppose that should, um, also be a concern.

...I hope it, um, w-wasn't anything to do with the masks. Masks can have, um, all sorts of, of unsavory powers. That's why I've never understood the fascination w-with masquerade parties. A party where you, um, wind up having to fight off an army of the dead, um, I would say quickly loses all aspects of festivity.

[Giles visibly shakes himself out of his academic haze, and some notable concern returns to his face as he looks around again, obviously lost.]

I'm lost. Um, if, if this place looks remotely familiar to anyone...I-I would appreciate any assistance greatly. Um, th-thank you. And, and is everyone all right, after last night?

demonsintheoven

[[For those who may remember the state Snow was in last time she popped up, you may be pleased to note that the vacant look in her eyes is gone.

Replaced by one of panic this time.]]

It's gone... the bracelet that made it all go away, it's gone....

Dark Chyld, I--

[[She stops, eyes widening]]

It's coming.... I can--

No!

[[She covers her face with her hands, shoulders hunching in]] I don't want to see again, I don't want--

ofthebeast

Characters: Any willing dreamers
Open? Yes
Where: In your minds
When: After the party
What: Part two of the dream plot!
Warnings:
( You may tire of reality but you never tire of dreams. )

consultmybooks

Characters: Rupert Giles and YOU!
Open? Oh, yes.
Where: All around Schwanheim and the surrounding farmland
When: All day 2nd of Rebirth's Decline
What: Giles is stuck in a bottle. Giles would very much like to let out of the bottle. Giles will grant you a wish should you let him out of the bottle. And if you don't want a messed up poltergeist throwing furniture around, you should probably take him up on that.
Warnings: PG - Mayhem and chaos, but probably nothing much worse.
( I look deep into your heart and soul, make your wildest dreams come true. )

demonsintheoven

[[Snow is looking... oddly sober, yet utterly unfocused. Her eyes seem to have dulled and she's not quite looking at the orb directly.]]

It wouldn't change anything, would it? If you could go back in time... something else would go wrong. You'd spend every moment fixing and correcting and in the end, you'd never have gone back in time to fix the thing you'd broken so you'd undo it all.

[[No slurring, no real trailing off, no signs of an open bottle... totally sober. Weird.]]

ladysarmour

Characters: Sansa Stark, OPEN
Where: In and around Schwanheim and the castle
When: Rebirth 17, evening → night
What: From the touch of a spindle Sansa sleeps, and dreams wolf dreams.
Warnings: Mild violence, blood. It is a wolf after all.

In Schwanheim there is a wolf. Young still; but large even for a pup, with fur the grey of a rainy sky and glowing yellow eyes. She slinks through the castle and town, avoiding any guards; lesser wolves fear men, but she knows yet to be cautious of steel. The world is dulled of color, but the smells - smells of man and stone, rain and mud, damp wood, fire. Each smell should be familiar but is somehow different from what she knows: nothing smells of ice the way she knows. Down an alley and another she stalks and kills a rat, the bones crunching to splinters between her jaws and warm blood flooding her mouth. Her brothers and sister might have been able to catch better prey, larger or quicker, but she is small and has always been the milder.

A new scent catches her nose, and she turns to follow it.

goldeneyeball

_{[James the self-described great and terrible appears in the orb. Behind him is the market place, alive with shouting people. The wizard himself looks a little worse than he usually does. On top of his usual frown and disheveled disposition, his face is peppered with shallow cuts.]}

The hell is wrong with these people today? Try to buy some damn apples and they throw a shitfit over your gold being stamped wrong. If shithole didn't have something to do with me getting back home I'd burn it to the ground.

_{[He doesn't think to mention the strange spectre he saw in the sky because clearly arguing with vendors over apples is more important.]}

They're crappy apples anyway. Look at this one, it's so bruised it might as well be a prune. Ffffft.

demonsintheoven

[[For once, Snow isn't in a back ally somewhere. She's somewhere far more green, but still flat on her back, staring vacantly up at the orb. The very edge of an empty bottle of wine can be seen in the grass to her left]]

Have you ever seen the moon shatter? It shouldn't... the moon's a big rock in the sky, like a smaller Earth, but dead. Dead, dead, dead, so dead it was never alive... [[she sighs, eyes drooping]] Can't shatter. I don't like seeing it do things it can't. So many things do that, don't they? Things move when they shouldn't, appear where they can't, change when they should stay the same.

[[She is quiet a moment, blinking, her eyes utterly unfocused]] Stay inside when the moon shatters... don't let it fall on you. It's too cold to be under a dead moon.

demonsintheoven

Characters: Snow
Open? Yes!
Where: Where Gretel's beanstalk is
When: Rebirth's Height 6, late afternoon
What: Snow is starting to realize that the world she's in is not a hallucination. And is attempting to be sober.
Warnings: Snow is her own drunken warning.
( And dread the day when dreaming ends.... )

craftycurvo

Characters: Curufin and Snow
Open? Potentially
Where: Terrace of the Drunk Duck tavern
When: Late afternoon/early evening
Warnings: None as yet

( Where sorrows drown )

Current Mood: confused

demonsintheoven

[[There's a rather not at all with it woman who seems to be just... lying on the street somewhere, the orb floating about her. The more observant may note that she is drunk out of her mind.]]

There was a lady... floating in air making words from nothing... [[she almost sighs, head rolling slightly.]] So much smoke... was something on fire? I can't remember... Dark Chyld... [[she trails off, blinking a few times]] Dark Chyld, you were there... spinning in red winds that would light on fire if they could breathe...

It's still there. Spinning around and around in nothing. That's all it is, you know? Nothing.. nothing, nothing, nothing... [[she hiccups once, her entire body seeming to jerk with it]]

Why is it cold...?

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