Dreaming Wide Awake [Fourth Wall/Open]

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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

[petitions]

South couldn't have looked more startled if Washington had physically slapped her. North was here, but he didn't know what happened. She wasn't sure if this was reassuring or just the opposite. She suddenly felt sick at the prospect of having to face him, and slumped back against the wall.

Washington's threat doesn't go unnoticed, and she shoots him a glance. "As if I'd tell him." There's no small amount of self-loathing in that comment.

[unrecovered]

Some vicious, ugly part of Wash felt better seeing South that surprised. He had the upper hand here - he knew the layout; he had more Spirits; he had allies; most importantly, he wasn't naive enough to try trusting South again. If it came down to battle, he'd come out on top.

But just in case...

"Just don't throw me under the bus, and I won't have to drag you down there with me."

[petitions]

"Yeah, don't worry." There's something in her jaded tone about tried that once, didn't work but she's at least smart enough not to say it. "We'll just go on in our happy little afterlife and no one will know."

It's hard to keep secrets from her brother, and it's going to be hard to act any sort of natural around Wash, but she's got no other choice, now.

[unrecovered]

He hears that tone and lets it go for now - no reason to drag everything out. Not right now. "It's not an afterlife. Try again."

[petitions]

"How is this not the fucking afterlife? Not what I imagined, yeah, but everyone's dead and the colors could be considered torture."

She's assuming Wash is dead, of course, and doesn't know that Carolina actually survived.

[unrecovered]

"It's not the afterlife; it's a dream, which you'd know if you'd listened to the Moogles instead of shooting at them." With anyone else, it would've been an irritated reprimand; with South, it took on a vicious tone. He was going to have to work on that if he wanted to keep things normal in front of North.

[petitions]

"You'll have to excuse me I get a little cranky after eating bullets." She spits it right back. It was something they both had to work on.