[OPEN] DERSE MINGLE

[patriachy]

DERSE, also known as the Kingdom of Darkness is one of the two kingdoms in the INCIPISPHERE, located beyond The Veil of asteroids that surround the Medium. DERSE wages an unending war against the Light Kingdom, PROSPIT, striving for the destruction of SKAIA.

Those who dream on DERSE are viewed generally more as "team mascots"; although the DERSITE residents consider the DREAMERS to be their allies, THE ULTIMATE GOAL will eventually put the DREAMERS at odds with the residents of DERSE, who covet SKAIA'S destruction.

It is time for the DREAMERS to begin awakening.

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CORPSE PARTY

[notyouraigis]

[ There is one Derse Dreamer who isn't waking up. He won't ever wake up. Just as the first player entered the Medium, the Dreamself of Eighis Hapara stepped out of his tower. And he fell.

One could find Eighis' freshly dead and broken body on the ground just outside his tower before the carapaces get to it. Or, after the carapaces have collected and cleaned up the body, one could watch it be paraded through the streets. Either way, it all comes out the same. It's time for a corpse party. ]

[austereastronomer]

[This place is strange, yet... somehow, it feels almost familiar. The black-carapaced people turn to watch as she drifts past, but she doesn't pay them much attention yet; none of them have tried to harm her, suspiciously as they regard her. They seem to be going about their usual business; she doesn't want to interrupt unless it is necessary.

There seems to be a ruckus up ahead, though; a cluster of the locals have gathered around something at the base of one of the tall towers like the one she emerged from. As she draws near, she's about to ask if there's any assistance she can render, when she sees the body in the center of the group. Oh.

Oh.]

[starstorm]

[ before long, two other dreamselves float down. one looks extremely curious; she is literally dragging the other who looks like she's trying to be anywhere but where she is now.

the curious one's face turns to one of shock when she realizes whose body everyone is gathered around. ]

Ghighi?

MANDYA

[polygraphing]

[ high in her tower, curled up on a similar pile to the one her waking self sleeps on, dream mandya is still trying to convince herself that this weird purple place isn't real and that she's still asleep. however, she's actually been technically awake for sweeps.

come bother her and make her face the facts ]

[starstorm]

[ nikkal, also having been awake for sweeps, has been floating among the many dersite citizens. they seem to be a little bit on edge right now though, which isn't very much fun, so now she finds herself hovering back up toward the towers.

instead of going to her own tower though, she moves over to mandya's and peeks inside the window, resting her elbows on the sill. ] Hey, Manman.

[ SHE'S LONELY OK ] Is Manman awake?

[polygraphing]

[ mandya doesn't react, just continues to bury her face into her pile and attempts to ignore her surroundings. maybe if she tries really hard she'll stop hearing that voice that sounds like nikkal and get some normal sleep for once. ]

CHERIOUR LECLAIR

[chroniker]

[Who is this dude floating around in the purple pajamas and weird clock-glasses?]

[Why, none other than Cheriour, of course! He's awaken since he's in the session by now, and really his curiosity has gotten the best of him (plus, being able to fly everywhere is just really cool, okay), so feel free to bug the guy as he goes around, exploring.]

KAPRAO OCIMUM

[deadpanlife]

[Guess who just woke up in his tower?

...And hasn't left at all because everything is purple and purple is an awful, awful colour. He's too on edge to want to leave and is kind of settling for just...meandering around in the room...]

[chroniker]

[Guess who is popping his face in your window to get a better look at you?]

[THIS UNTROLL-LIKE THING, THAT'S WHAT.]

Oh, hello there! Hi! How are you?

[deadpanlife]

[brb screaming

No seriously Kappy is kind of just shrieking WHAT IS THIS WEIRD PINK PERSON TALKING TO HIM WHAT THE HELL]

[starstorm]

[ hey. hey you there. if you look at your windows you might see a pigtailed head popping in from the... top of one? yeah guess who learned how to float upside-down. ] Hihi!

[flowerwhisperer]

[jafkajfkjh SHRIEEEK!!!!]

NIKKAL CERROS

[starstorm]

[ nikkal is just going to be over here sitting on a wall and staring out into the Furthest Ring. between the somber mutterings of the dersite residents and the weird murmurs she gets in her mind sometimes (is that the stars talking to her or something?), she would love to have another actual person to talk to. so. ye. ]

[chroniker]

[Here, Nikkal, have another person to talk to! Though he might be a little bit more strange, what with the pink skin and lack of horns.]

[He's just floating by when he spots her, and approaches, quirking an eyebrow as he stares at her horns.]

Um...hello.

[starstorm]

[ she turns her head to pear at the sudden voice and-- whoa you don't look like any kind of troll she's ever seen before. ] Hi hi~

[ don't mind her, she is fondly regarding you with the most curious of stares rn. ]

KALFOUR SAMEDI

[bizango]

[This kid is sitting on the ledge of his tower window and slowly swinging his feet. He seems to have found a purple scarf to go with his pajamas, but this one is much much bigger then usual and pulled up high over his jaw and ears. Perhaps more importantly though, he's got a thin, unpleasant smile on his face as he watches the familiar goings on of the carapace below him...]

[chroniker]

[And what is this random weird-looking bipedal creature doing floating around? He doesn't even have grey skin or horns or anything. And he's certainly not a carapace.]

[He's watching the scurrying of them all down below, though, but when he looks up and notices Kalfour, he gives a wave, smiling.]

Ah! You're another troll, aren't you?

[deadpanlife]

[...That doesn't seem to be Kalfour...]

[Closed to horrorterrors]

[notyouraigis]

[ Meanwhile, out in the Furthest Ring, there is a scrawny troll staring out into the abyss. The abyss is staring back. And it's freaking Eighis out. ]

What the... What the fuck am I looking at!? What the hell are those!?

What is even going on!?

[ And in his panic, he yells all of that. ]

Re: [Closed to horrorterrors]

[noblestcircle]

[ out here in the furthest ring, there is no concept of time. seconds feel like eons, and several of them pass before something nigh-intelligible breaks the silence. ]

T̗͓̫̠̝͉̗͛ͦH̳̟̭͕̬̄ͥ̉͆ͬ̅̎E̩̒ͧ͂ͣ͂ ̹̙͍͍̺̲ͭ́KN͇̮̭̟ͦ͗̉ͣͭ̂̽Ǐ͉̲̤͖̮ͮͬͧG̬̩͙H̳̮͍̰͇̦͐̇ͦ͑̏̓T͉̭͈̖͚̼̓ͮ̌ͥͮ̈͑ ̩͎̣̦̬̲ͪͯS̝͆P͚̞͖̹̹̜̞̌E͈͙̓̑̂̊A͇͍̤ͦ̐̓K̊̉̌Ś͎͔̻̠̗̟̌̓̾
̣͎̥̯̫̻̻̈ͯ̽́ͨH̋ͦ͂I͉͐̉ͩͣ͐̎S͎̙̗͖̪̣̣ͮͯ̾ ͎̪̙͎̮̲̾̀́͒͆̓̒ͅO͉͔̞̯̳̹T͎́̔̓͊ͥͬ̀H̞̩̘͔̠͔͈̑̍͗ͪ͌͋̄E͖̼̦ͦͪ̓͗ͯR̥̊̚ ̈́̒Ǐ̓̿̇S͚̯̳ͧ ̭̪̱͓͎̐̀Ď̰̦͚̏Ė̗̆́͒ͦ̃A̺̩͉̓̌̾̽D͐ͤͦ̈
̖̯̰̒ͩ̒͊ͯ̉͛Á̠͇̓̍ͥ͋̚N͉̰͕̓͑ͯ̊͐̈D̞̂̔̂̄̐͌ ̲̺͐ͭ̍T͈̪̦̞̰͋́͑͒Ḫ͍̦͙̂̍̈̎͑͐͑U̱̩͌̊̋͊̊̔S̥͈ͩ̚
͋H͇͍ͤE͓͋̂̉͐ ̜̜̲̥̦̗C̼̤̻̲͎̯̜̉̒ͧ́̓͂O͇̳͍̫ͤM͖͙̲ͨͩ͋ͬ͆ͧE̐̂S͍̟͎̪̥̻̽ͧ ̠͓̹̼͍̪ͩͦ͐ͫTO̲͕͖͙͍͇̎͐ͫ ́O̗̱̯̫̯ͩ͊U̖̤͓̣̹͈͂ͨ̂̽ͬ̚R̓͐̚ ̯͚͎̫̪̪͔̂D̬̳͖̞͙̪͉Ö̩ͩM̮͓̙͖͓͍ͪ̎ͨ̇ͩẢ̦͍͓ͦͤͧͭͮͅİ̙̰̙̠̜̥̖̊N̘̯̗̞̝͎͛ͬ̃ͨͨ

Hirune Kysely

[austereastronomer]

[Sitting on the windowsill of her tower, staring out over the dark landscape of Derse, expression: quizzical; she's still not sure what to make of this place.

It could be worse. At least the decor isn't tyrian. She pulls a face, remembering what she's going to have to deal with whenever she returns from this place. (Phaest couldn't have been any clearer about what prototyping would do? She must have known!)

Later, she goes exploring. She doesn't know what this place is--or how she got here--but she's going to find out.]

[noblestcircle]

[ as she roams the planet, something somewhere out in The Furthest Ring is lurking. it's impossible to tell exactly what it is, and it's making a very faint, very quiet sound... if she listens, she can almost make out a word or two. ]

h͑ͤͤ͋ͨj͖̟̠͈͂ͣͬͤ͒̌gͅhͯ̓͌̈́j̻̒̐ͧͅd̥̳͚̠͙͔̱ͤ̍̐s̯͍͈̝̲̾̑̇͛̓͆ y̠̱̖g̊ͩ͊t̤̠̲̜͔ͭ̿u̿͐̍̋̀yd̲̳̫̹ j̻̘̻̻̙͉̿͑̾͂̇ͦ̆ͅĕ͎͖̘̜̩̭̃̃̊̑̌ ̲͕̱̮̬̠̔ͬ̅̏̈̈v̩̏h̫̳ͯ̐̅ͬ̒͂̚j̭͇̥̠̹͈̯̄͑̎ͫ̆v̩̱̑͛̔̓ͨg̖͍̰̜̳̜̏̉ͅ
̓̇̎u͉͎̲̯͗̂̍̈́̓͌͐fͤ̑̐ͫ͆ͥ̏ụ̼̘̮̖̂ͣo͖̩ͦ̂̃̃̚ ̜̖̐ͨ̾̆he͔͖͔͖ͥ̓ͥ̋ͨ̀̋l͍̘͖̐͋̿ͩ̌̄̍p̠̀́̇̄̚ ̲̜͈̫͈̯̑̿̍̿̈ͮ͗u̟͙͔ͦͪ͒ù̝͎͉̐̿o̖͓̹ͯ̔̉̎́ḃt̬͛ͣ̿͒f̉ͮ̂̇͊ͧͦy̙̣̭͇͖̟ͅu͉̮̣dd̿̓͗͋͐ͨd̟̪̓͑͆͒͂d̮̪̑ͦd̰͓͖̣̱ͬ͊dͯd͖̦ͅḍ̒̔̾̊̆d͍̩͇̅̅̍ͣͅ
̹ͪ̂w̰̫͉̞̯̜̿̐ͬ̂͋b̥̯̣͉͕͙̉̉l̯̪̱̦̯͕̤fͬ̃h͓̫͇̪̙̻͗̃̂ͭ̂̎͗j͍l͍͎̳̣h̲͍̝̄j̥̮̭̙͈̻ ͗ͭ̑y̪̟̪̩̖̮̦̽̎g͇̰̤̤͒ͯ̂ͧ͛̈v͔̘͖͔̩̠͋͆̆͋ͪf̰̬̗͎͈̞ͮ͛́̔͌̂̇d͍̥̹ ̘͈͖̑̇̎͂t̖̯̭͎̮̹̔̃̃͒ͮ͐u̟͂̓̐̾ͪ̋y̥͔̙̩̟̰͖ͥ̾̿ͪͯͨ̚f͔̰͙̩̻͖͌ͥ̈́͊̍ͮͅg̮̮͈̺̝̗̓ͫ̃͊̚t͈̤͙̲̃̂̀̍ͤy̫̪͍͉̥̩̓ͦͧͯ ̟̱̝͎̣͆͋s̞͙hg͈͍̅͋ͪ̑̇j̥̤̯̈́ǩ̰̜̲̱̳̥̾̇̇ͪ͐s͇ͅ ̩̮̗͉̗̳̟͌̾̄ ̺̠͍̬̰̖̗̎͆͆̃r̺̜̙̊̄̉ͣè͍̞͓̗͚͔̪͌ͩ̔͒̆j͍ͫ͆͐ͩ͗̚h̦ͩẖ͎̘̻r̳̖̩̙̚r̘̞͔̭͇̰̩h͓̬̞̫̟͎̋̌ͤͥb̦̬̮͉͈̖̑̓̇g̖͍̦̫̞̊̎̇͂̐̓ͯͅ ̝͕͈̭y̺̻͚̝͉̣̿ͤͤ̅̔̚u̟͓̠̮̭ͣ̉ͬ
̟̹͖̙̦g̭̝̠̗̭̲̗h͖͇̓j̩͙̼͎̺̹̗́ͮ̅͛š͋j̒̅́̀ͭh̠̻̘̫̻͎͍s̹̺ͦ ͚̦͇̋ͫ̐n͐ͩͅő̋̍͒ͧ̒ ̼̥͖̖̩̓ͩs̗̳͎ͦ̎ͪ̋p̹̥̖͓̳a͚̗̠̗̠̱͍͋̈́ͧ̔̓c̗̝̭̝̗̓̐̊ͯ͌̈ͧe̞̤͆ͤͧ͗̎ͯ̃ ̠͖̟̞̦̦̀̐́͌ͨ͆͗y̯̮̟͇ú͎̋i̲̖̜͓ͭͥ̈ͣ̔̅t̝̺͈̯͔̘͍ͦ̽ͪ̑̑õ͈̒ͣṳͪ̎̑̿b̜̩̜͙̮̗̐̓̈̔̋ḍ̋́̉̈́l̥̪͉̳e̼͖̳̋ͤ̅͆̎̎h̅̎̏͊
̳̱̘̓̏g̭̪̤̠̈́͒̐ỳ̮̺̮̠̟͗̀͌̅ͯu̙͉̦̭̙i̫͙̻̊͛̌̀̄̈ͣs̝̜͕͈̎s̤̰̜̬͆͌̋ͧ̌̔̏g̜̹̣͉̰̈̓̈̈́̄a͍͍͖̹̯͉ͣ͐̌̆ͯ̆̔h̹̦̗̦ͦͮͅeͨi̜̖ͯ̋ͮ̐ͅ ̥̟͈̈̒͌ͨͧ̈̚ͅg̳̽̍̏̀ͪͤ̽h̠̦͗̉̔ͬ̆n̘̐̅l͎̃ͥ̓͒ͪd̹͈͈͉̦̹̠́̽ͯ͗̚ ̆̄̍̚k̖̭̤̣̣̝ͅl͕̩̖d̯̱͚̒s͙̪̦̟̱̖̒̈́ͯ̽̿
͖̮̎ͬͦ̃u̩̦͙ͣͣ̂͋́̆ͪö̙̩̫̳͇̬ͦͭͭi̻͓͍̔̎ͨuͨ̓ͥ ͍̣̯̬̆̋͒̏̚f̣͉̟̘̠̠̈́a͕͍̩̰͉̹͈̾̊̅iͦͤ͂̓ͤ̑ͬl͗ụ̦͐̏͆̊r̻̭͇͉̰̥̤e̜̗̝͊͊̑̇ͩ̑ ͙̱̮͈͈̌ṿ̟̜͍̼̲̈́͗̏̅b̭͓̟̖̝ͥ̒̒͐yͭͧ͐ͭͩ̽͗u̲̲̳ͣͫͬͫi̬̝̺̻ͮ͆̆f͖͓ͯ̋̓ͦ͌ͮͤd̥̙̫̟̦͑ͪ̏͒̽͒ḅ̃̃͂̐
̻̯ͨj̎͋ͮ̀̊̌k͕͐ͩf̻̤̥̞̥̼ͧ͂ͅd̫̘͕̲̥͓̲ͮ̀ͧ̿́̉̈s͎̯̟ͬ̃ͅ k͎̙̺̩̱̓ͧ̚l̥̾ͯh̩͍̓͒̓ͣy̿ͩ͛ͦ͑̊u̺̱ͭ̎b̼̠̟̼͖̓ ͙͖͎ͪ̑ͣ̑̿r̞̦̺̱͌͑̑ͅlġ͎̰̮̲ͪ̇ͯ̓͛̋b͔̳̠͚̗̖͐̈́͐v͍̼ͩ͂̋̚ǘͪl͓̝̤̬̘e̐͋̏i͎̳̖ͣ̒͆ͫ̋̎̈́r͍̱̖̝̤̀ͮ̀ͥg͇̥ͦ̑ͭͅ ͎̥̤̜̯̺̐ͩ͛̓ͧͥ̉a̖̜͚͈̰̯͋ͮ͐̔b̩̽ͭ̐̎͗̚o̹̭̮ͮ̎ͪͬ̐̚r̉̏̀t̖͉̅

Faye Argent

[fayeshionista]

<sub>[She hasn't been awake very long, and the first thing she did, after making sure she didn't have bed-head, was explore. Monochromatics have their place, and Derse could do a lot worse than its purple palette.

It could be entirely orange. Or yellow.

Her sensibilities are shivering just thinking about it.

But complemented by its forever night atmosphere, it really does look like, well, a dream. She's really taken with it so far, she must admit. Its range of sleepwear leaves something to be desired, however. At least it's comfortable.

Flying is a lot of fun, too. Faye flips through the air and finishes with a graceful pirouette.

She's always wanted to do that. For a moment, she forgets that she might be seen, but when she remembers, she's not sure that she cares.

She likes it here.]</sub>

[starstorm]

[ welp, there is now one (1) tiny troll girl hovering near you and she has the most CURIOUS LOOK on her face. omg it's another pink fleshy human-looking thing, but this one looks different from cheriour. and she's just going to tilt her head at you and if you could see behind those huge-ass glasses of hers, you'd be able to tell she's blinking.

what do you do? ]

[chroniker]

Oh!

[Hey, who is this redhead with the weird clock glasses floating over? IT'S CHERIOUR LECLAIR, clock-obsessed nerd extraordinaire.]

Hello! Hi! You are quite graceful, you know...I don't even think I can do that yet.