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

[guerriera]

Lela, bouncing up and down in the midst of happiness thanks to one of her favourite Persons being back, doesn't immediately notice her Person's approach, the heavy noise of mag boots on cobblestone nearing York where he's still prone. Dax waddled slower, eyeing the way his Person's hands closed into fists, relaxing with effort.

People don't mean for a lot of things to happen. That didn't change the fact that actions spoke louder than words - intentionally, or accidentally, as they had here.

"York." It's not the frostiest greeting that she'd ever given him, but it didn't match Lela's delight in the slighest.

[allfunandgamesuntil]

York started to push himself up. "I'm sorry." It's out of his mouth before he can really think about it, but it's everything he should have said to her a few times over.

[guerriera]

Shoulders stiffen, and helm tilted down, chin tucked in. Wrong response, York.

#THUMP# went her foot, as Carolina swung her leg forward, aiming a blow at his ribs.

[allfunandgamesuntil]

Well wasn't that a kick in the ribs. York yelped. Okay, so that was the wrong move. He could think about it when he got his breath back, though. That had to happen sometime.

[guerriera]

He could catch his breath or catch her. And the former was far more likely.

Carolina didn't wait to hear more excuses, didn't pay any attention to the wide-eyed frootz cat (who'd fallen off York before the kick) or the hebby repp that immediately scurried after her, gaze fixed instead on not!Steven the moogle as she walked straight back into the gathering.

Not the best reaction she'd ever had. But she'd cool down eventually, right?

...right?