[OPEN] PROSPIT MINGLE

[prospitary]

PROSPIT, also known as the Kingdom of Light is one of the two kingdoms in the INCIPISPHERE, located in SKAIA'S orbit. PROSPIT defends against an unending assault the Dark Kingdom, DERSE, striving for the destruction of SKAIA.

The DREAMERS of PROSPIT reside within rooms atop towers on PROSPIT'S MOON at it orbits SKAIA; sometimes PROSPIT'S moon eclipses the clouds of SKAIA. These clouds float by the player's dream tower and portray glimpses of the past, present, and future to them.

It is time for the DREAMERS to begin awakening.

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Zurahe

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[Tower][Closed to Bhar]

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[It's not the first time she's gone to sleep and woken up here, like her life here is on pause while her life in the real world continues. It's not always a constant- some nights, she still has nightmares, but even then they're not as bad as they had been before. Right now though, she could care less about the Golden City, its strange people, or the fact that here, for some reason or another, she can fly. Right now, all that matters is that she's finally somewhere that the others can't somehow spy on her, and she can finally let the consequences of the game sink in.

She can finally deal with the fact of her dead moirail, her dead matesprit, her dead friends, few as they were- and that on top of that, there's not a single troll in this lot she thinks she can actually trust.

She decides that there's too much light, and draws the curtains over her window, blocking a bit of the golden glow from the outside and then returns to the pile beside her recuperacoon, falling face-first into it. She doesn't move for a long moment, not because she's trying to get back to sleep, but because she's trying to get herself under control. She doesn't manage, however, and in a moment she twists onto her side and more or less wails as she lets herself cry.]

Re: [Tower][Closed to Bhar]

[defectivesaboteur]

[Bharal awakes to the sound of a girl crying.

This on it's own was rather unusual. Bharal never spent much time around girls(due to his lack of social graces, not by choice), and on the few occasions he'd had to spend time around girls in person, they didn't do much crying. So it takes him a moment, mind addled by sleep and eyes adjusting to being opened for the first time in what seems like ages, to realize what it is he's hearing. Once it registers, he sits bolt upright, or tries to, but he feels stiff, as though he hasn't moved in a very long time, and it takes a second or two to get his limbs to respond. Which, if he'd been thinking more clearly, would be rather troubling. He'd only been sleeping for a minute or two, hadn't he...? Oh, no time for thinking like that, there's a lady in trouble! He runs towards the window, and looks outside.

...oh. Well, then. This is not where he fell asleep. He spends a minute looking out over the golden city, and turning around to look back at the room he woke up in, before realizing that he seems to be on top of a very, very tall tower, with more nearby, on a very bright, shiny golden planet. The sudden change in locale, along with the fact that he seems to be wearing strange pajamas and that everything within sight is, frankly, rather surreal, has him fairly convinced that he must actually still be dreaming. Which means that the crying is a dreamgirl....? Or maybe a dreamlady? The distinction is mostly academic to Bharal; someone is in trouble, which means that he has to go help them. It really is as simple as that.

The sounds of crying seem to be coming from one of those other towers, and Bharal is momentarily stumped as to how to get there, considering he doesn't think there are stairs down or anything, but a quick inventory of the items he has in his room give him an idea. He pulls the curtains down from around the windows, and every other scrap of cloth he can find, and ties them all together into something resembling a rope. He looks around for something to tie the end to, before deciding to just pull the curtain rod down, bend it into something approximating a hook, and tying the curtains to it. He stands on the windowsill, and judges his shot.

He pulls back and throws as hard as he can, trying to hook the curtain rod on the windowsill of the other tower. It almost looks as though it's going to fall short; comically short, in fact; but as Bharal focuses on it, he tries to funnel that boundless optimism and determination of his into it to just get it a few more feet come on you can do it I believe in you, and, miraculously, it continues through the air, and gently lands on the windowsill. He chalks that up to dreamlogic winning out, but it's much more likely that, with how fast Prospit and it's moon is rotating, and how high up they are, he somehow managed to cheat physics enough to make it land. Whatever, he'll take it.

Once he's reasonably sure that the line is secured, he begins trying to climb, hand over hand, up to the window. He has a close call here and there, but as he climbs, he begins feeling lighter and lighter, until it takes so little effort to move himself that he could almost do it with a single finger. He also chalks this up to dreamlogic, and decides to investigate no further.

Finally reaching the window, he quietly climbs up, and peeks inside for signs of trouble. What's the etiquette for creeping in someone's window? Do you knock? He's gotta announce his presence somehow. So he gently raps against the wall, and calls out.]

H-Hello? I-Is everything okay in here...? I-....I heard someone crying....

[Streets]

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[Prospit is always too damn bright. For someone who's nocturnal, the gaudiness of the city is almost painful to the eyes. She manages well enough though- it's easier when she can fly above most of the city, lessen the glare she has to put up with. It's nice floating down in the streets sometimes too- the weird little white-shelled people are usually pretty decent, even if they are a little weird.

It's never really hit her, in all honesty, that this place could have anything at all to do with the game.

So she floats around, trying to find new places to get into and looking around for anything that might be able to entertain her some. It sure beats moping in the tower for much longer, really.]

[absentultima]

[Well, if she's looking for a fight, she'll find some entertainment soon enough.

There's a dreamself wandering around and acting lost, but he looks like he's been in a fight or two--there's old purple blood on his yellow clothes, and he's obviously worn out. Not a dreamself that's just woke up and only been in the relatively peaceful golden city, that's for sure.

He doesn't make a single sound no matter what happens, even when a Prospitian tumbles into him. Perhaps to his credit he does set the little carapace back on her feet, if a bit clumsily.

He hasn't noticed the other troll yet, but that will come soon enough.]

[timeasone]

[Aria is enjoying the floating as well. Might just be the best part of dreaming. She didn't wake up until recently, so she's looking all over for all sorts of intersting places, shaking hands with some of the Prospitians sometimes just because they seem so happy to see her.

But when she spots someone else floating, she sees the black hair from a distance and thinks, well, maybe it's Faye. It doesn't occur to her until she's approached some that this girl there might not be human.

Then she just stops, mid-approach, suddenly not so sure about her own excitement anymore, and just... hovers there. Still a good ways away. Calls out instead of coming closer.]

Hello!

Aria. ceiling-cat to other players everywhere.

[timeasone]

[She woke up. She woke up a while ago, hasn't really kept track, but it feels nice to be awake, even though, in the back of her mind there's the nagging worry about her waking self- selves? Something like that.

All that seems to not carry much weight in the face of Prospit's golden glory. After flying around, for a while, a long while, without feeling very tired at all, Aria starts peeking into the other towers. See who else is there. Awake, asleep, or something in between.

Hello, you. Have a blonde girl peering at you from your windowsill.]

[absentultima]

[One of the towers of this Prospit has always been empty. It was decorated in mourning once, but the flowers have dried and the hangings have gone dusty.

And then there's suddenly a troll dreamself in the center, looking worn and exhausted. As for how he got there, well, the tide-globes he vanishes into his sylladex proclaim him a time player. The troll in question looks very confused, as if this wasn't where (or maybe when) he was planning on ending up, but makes not a single sound. Not even when he spots Aria and jumps a good foot in clear shock.

Followed by a full on display of threat and aggression, harpoon included. ...would anyone expect anything else from a troll, really?]

[timeasone]

[Aria watches in fascination as the troll boy appears, smiling and excited to see that he looks to be another Time aspect player. From another session? She doesn't really recognize trolls, this is the first time she's seeing one, but they do come to mind. The supposed alien internet friends.

Of course then he has to go and pull out his strife specibus and she topples off the windowsill and right out of the tower in surprise.]

Whoa!!!

[And then she floats back up, at a slightly more safe distance, hands raised with the open palms towards Komesh. She still looks surprised, but she really doesn't mean harm.]

S-sorry, I didn't mean to startle you or anything!

His tower or the streets

[absentultima]

[There are three towers on the Beta session's Prospit, and one has always been empty. The little Prospitians did their best to decorate it in mourning once, and tried to keep it clean and tidy in memorial, but it's been so long that even that effort is long abandoned. There are old and sad decorative hangings and long wilted and dry bouquets of flowers, all under a coating of dust.

This is where Komesh appears, in somewhat bloodied dreamer clothes and with a pair of globes filled with water under his hands--tide-globes. Time-traveling devices. He doesn't stay long, and leaves a trail of footprints in the dust.

Then he takes to floating through the streets, maybe taking a little joy in flying, with the air of somebody desperately searching for something. Perhaps he could use some help finding it?]

Chrysi, on top of one of the giant Chains

[enlivenedaltruist]

[Chrysi has never woken. Not really.

Not fully.

But that does not mean that she will always be found slumbering peacefully in her tower, surrounded by flowers and delicate silken sheets. Many times she can be found traipsing around half-delirious, caught up somewhere between a dazzling dream and true consciousness. The Prospitians have gotten used to it over the years, and have almost made a sport of herding their wandering princess back to her tower.

Even now, a set of carapaces is clustered off to one side, amiably competing over rock-paper-scissors for the opportunity to try their hand first at shepherding the young girl who is lazily winding blossoms and ribbons into a chain or a crown of some sort from her perch atop one of the Great Chains.]

[timeasone]

[Little does Aria know that Chrysi isn't really awake. She's seen her sleep, sometimes, or that's what she thinks she recalls.

But this is outside! Out of the tower! So it's fairly obvious why she thinks at first that Chrysi must have woken up. Aria flies down - or up? - to her from the spired streets of Prospit's moon.]

Chrysi heeeeeee~y!

[enlivenedaltruist]

[Chrysi does not react, or at least not in the way she should. Instead of beaming at this new(?) friend, she lifts her head slowly and studies the blonde with glassy, half-open eyes and a vague smile.]

Oh...has the music-box stopped ticking? The little dancer has lost her mirror...

[absentultima]

[He's on a mission, but the flowers grab his attention and hold it. He floats past, circles around, stares, and then finally comes closer.

He settles on the chain a safe distance away and tips his head almost like a curious bird, completely silent. Unlike some dreamselves, this one is bloody and worn, with scars and stained clothes. Doomed timelines will do that.]

[enlivenedaltruist]

[For a long moment, she simply continues her idle weaving, having to pause every so often when her long, unbound hair gets braided into the mix by accident.

Then, out of nowhere, she tilts her head to the side and offers the troll a soft, not-all-there sort of smile, the strange coronet held out between them like a peace offering.]

Have you forsworn all fighting yet, O wounded gladiator? Or have you already forgotten those former wounds and resumed your arms, I wonder...

[celestialcavalier]

[ There's something wet on you. Like, right now.

Drip.

Drip.

Is... is that blood?


No, it's just drool. A certain human male is going to be slowly descending, and the sound of his snores might garner the attention of a similarly asleep girl.

Oh look, he just landed on a nearby link in the chain. ]

[enlivenedaltruist]

[Indeed it does, though it takes a moment. Once he lands, however, she rises with a bizarre sort of grace and drifts over to him as though she's walking a tightrope, bobbing slightly from side to side. She twists the construct of ribbon, flowers and apparently wire into something resembling a gladiator's coronet and drifts up to place it gently on his head with a sweet smile.]

Good morning, strong prince.

Donovan, somewhere in a Prospit near you

[celestialcavalier]

[ Somewhere on Prospit, somewhere near you, something is lurking. Maybe it's making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Or maybe it's the sound of something large and heavy against the Prospitian architecture, something akin to the steps of giants.

Maybe, just maybe, you're hearing the feral sounds of eldritch beasts, their snarls and moans resonating with your very soul.

But then you turn around and you see a perfectly normal human male, fast asleep and with all the grace of a wounded antelope. He's actually maybe meandering about some corner of Prospit with the poise and finesse of a drunken fly. Or he's unceremoniously barreling into that wall, right there, and then that floor, ouch. Or if you're really unlucky he's snoring, or murmuring incoherent mumbles at you from around the corner.

Regardless, may your deity of choice help you. You're going to need it. ]

[timeasone]

[Aria found an empty tower. Then she promptly decided she'd go look for where this dreamer had wandered off to. She just has to find out who all of her crew are here on Prospit, and who dreams somewhere else.

...and then she spots Donny, sleephovering vaguely downwards, or upwards, it's a matter of perspective, really. But he's clearly out cold. Or really really drunk.

So this time she doesn't call out like she did with Chrysi. Instead, she flies after him to see what he does.]

[celestialcavalier]

[ And then Donovan starts thrashing about in the air a little bit. It's a little odd, to say the least, but after a few seconds, he's gone and started sleep-hovering vaguely Aria-wards, but away from the sky itself. He whirls around with such force, in fact, that a glob of drool is flying right towards Aria's face. ]

[absentultima]

[He tries to give the floating human a wide berth. Obviously something should happen to stop that.

This Komesh is, well, he's doomed and it shows. Blood, torn clothes, weary much too old gaze in his young face. Time powers can really really suck.]

[celestialcavalier]

[ Donovan isn't exactly conscious, but it's a little uncanny how his movements seem to prevent Komesh from staying away, almost as if he was chasing him. Maybe it's the fact that he's covered in blood and looking a little off. There's a bit of incoherent mumbling from Donovan's sleeping self, but one word is particularly pronounced. ]

...pitiful...

Bharal, wherever you want to meet him

[defectivesaboteur]

[After his long and rather...interesting conversation with Zurahe, Bharal has decided to explore this strange golden city he's woken up in. He's walking the streets, either because he hasn't quite gotten the hang of flying, or because he just doesn't know he can. He certainly looks friendly, though. Maybe you should say hi.]

:D!!

[timeasone]

[Aria is still floating about. She's met Chrysi. She's met two of the trolls. But she wants to know more about Prospit now that she's woken up, so Bharal isn't the only one out and about exploring.

So now she's hovering around ground level, a bit ahead of Bharal, headband and boots and prospit PJs and all, looking at him curious but not very sure of how to approach.]

[absentultima]

[Hssssssssst <- approximately Komesh's mental response to seeing a troll in the distance.

This is mostly a side effect of him running into Zurahe, but he's not in a good mood. He's bloody (almost all his), looks tired, and just... yeah.

But he doesn't make a sound. He can't.]