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[OPEN] PROSPIT MINGLE

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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[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[Well. Away from the sky is a new direction! Aria continues to hover right there, until suddenly

blurgh what's tha-

ew

ew Ew ew EW EW EW EW THAT'S GROSS WHY WOULD YOU EVEN

yeah excuse her she'll just be scrubbing her face for a minute there.]

[ In that time, Donovan manages to hover his way to within a few feet of the girl, potentially even catching her unawares. But he's still really unconscious, so his head is just going to roll back a bit, his closed eyes facing the sky, as he begins to snore. ]

[She jolts a bit when she finally lowers her hand, sepia toned eyes widening.

..and then she giggles, the soft tone almost hidden beneath his snoring. Still asleep, but more obviously so than Chrysi had been...

For a moment she twirls to stare into the skyline, wondering if she should try to herd him back into his tower.]

Hmmmm...

[ A few clouds drift lazily overhead, but Donovan's deep-sleeping self seems to be vaguely putting his attention towards one of the clouds. Maybe. It's hard to tell when his eyes are closed and he's busy snoring.

But that snore sounded a smidge startled, almost as if someone had nudged him. Or maybe there was just a bit of a cough in there. ]

[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.]

[ 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...

[Oh does that raise his hackles. He's not! He's... why would an alien--EW, it's not that kind of pity is it?

It's not, right?

So he's standing there kind of shocked and angry and confused as hell. A perfect target.]

[ Donovan's chest is going to puff out a bit, followed by a particularly dramatic yawn. His mouth then curls into a bit of a smile as he groggily mumbles out more incoherent bullshit, save one pointed word at the end. ]

... useless.

[Oh that's it. Donovan is getting harpooned.

Good thing it would go right through like a ghost. Komesh just stares, slack-jawed after the outburst.]

[ Donovan scratches his stomach, right around where the harpoon would have been. Clearly he's a little itchy there. A bit of drool then begins to make its way from his mouth. Ew.

At least he doesn't say anything this time, though? ]

[If he could make any sound at all he'd shout in rage.

As it is he's deadly silent, prowling around with narrowed eyes. If he had fur it would be bristled.

He doesn't know what this ghost is or what it wants but he wants it gone. Or to be left alone. Preferably the first.]

[ He snores just a little bit, and the force of his body recoiling is enough to make him start spinning as if he were flipping through the air.

And then he passes right through Komesh. ]

[Komesh freaks out a little, flailing and baring his teeth. If Donny was solid, he'd be mauled just from that but Komesh's strikes pass right through.

Very disconcerted he backs off and tries to beat a retreat. He can't kill it so no reason to stay around.]

[ Donovan, still quite asleep, seems pleased with the lack of harassment and just kind of curls up a bit.

And then more snoring.

At least you can get away now, Komesh... ]

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