Dreaming Wide Awake [Fourth Wall/Open]

[revenancemods]

Who: Everyone! Current characters, fourth wall characters, whoever wants to show up.
What: The portals are closed. Everyone's in Traverse Town, including a whole bunch of new people. This should be interesting.
Where: Traverse Town
When: Throughout the day
Warnings: Depends on the characters. Expect language at least.

You didn't expect to be here. You really didn't. The technicolor buildings are a surprise, as is the little white flying bear telling you you're in the dream world. He gives you a bag full of what looks to be currency, enough shiny things to create a creature of your own (or so he says), and sends you on your way.

Good luck.

Comments

[armabreaddon]

"I can hear you!" The cheerful voice that pipes up in response comes from a bright red dinosaur-like creature with equally golden eyes and a much wider toothy smile, turning to observe her from a few yards away. "But that's not how they work, silly! You gotta have a letter first."

Beside him, a bouncing Hebby Repp skitters to a halt on the cobblestones and nods furiously in silent affirmation.

[deadlyvelvet]

"A letter..." Oh. She's heard of these, hasn't she? "Writing your thoughts and feelings to another... such a poetic form of communication. I should see if there's anything to do so around here."
The whole 'talking to a dinosaur' thing doesn't seem to be bothering her that much. In fact, she seems rather happy with the situation, as she looks the creature over. Something else new around here? She'll take it!

[armabreaddon]

"Oh, oh, we can help you look! First, you need paper!" Guilmon offers helpfully. "You get a lot of it in schools. But I looked all the way down here and I didn't see any of those, so it'd be quicker if you started looking that way." He gestures down the neon-lit street with a large, cruel-looking claw.

[deadlyvelvet]

"I suppose that there would hardly be any point to dreaming of a school, would there?" she muses for a moment, and nods. "Let us go, then!" And she's off, in the indicated direction, not sure entirely what she's looking for...

[armabreaddon]

Guilmon has no idea either - with this much neon, he'd expect there to be more shops than schools around, anyway - but that doesn't bother him. His thick tail thumps against the mailbox as he takes off.

"Say, what were you gonna write a letter about?" he asks, loping easily alongside her. His Hebby Repp is finding it somewhat less easy to keep up with him, but for now it's managing; its tiny feet are a blur across the paving.

[deadlyvelvet]

Elizabeth thinks for a second. "I hadn't thought of a topic," she admits. "It should hardly be too difficult to come up with something, though, should it?" Then again, difficult is hardly in her vocabulary.