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Who: Flynn and anyone else
What: When you haven't really dreamed in centuries, it can be a bit overwhelming
When: After Fourth Wall
Where: Traverse Town, first district
Warnings: none

It's bright, so bright.

What is this?

There's colour and sound, and for a moment Flynn blinks, staggering just slightly, a hand reaching out for something that's not there. When he opens his eyes he has to reach up to wipe away tears with his sleeve, blinking blearily as he attempts to take in what's going on.

He's sleeping, but this isn't like any dream he's had in ages.

He moves, slowly, testing his gait, testing where he's found himself. Reaching out, fingers brushing against a wall. There's no prickle of static, of a circuit completed. No panel, no godly connection to the world around him. Solid wall. He runs his fingers up the wall, feeling the cracks and rough surface. It feels so real it's startling.

He turns to look around again, scanning things critically. His eyes aren't watering quite as much, though he has to squint a little due to how brightly lit everything is. It's that orange-yellow of incandescent bulbs, a light wavelength that he's so completely unused to anymore...

Is this a dream? Would it be affecting him this much?

But where else would he be?

He begins to walk again, carefully fielding stairs, using his hands to seek out rails and walls while his vision attempts to adjust to this place. It's nothing like the blue-and-black reality of the Grid, or even the small amount of creature comfort he made for himself. It's... alive in the physical sense, not in the digital sense...

"Didn't think I had any dreams like this left in me," he says to no one in particular, managing a quiet laugh. "Better enjoy it while it lasts!"

And he continues patiently up the stairs, waiting to see what else this dream can do.

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A large shoe scuffed the pavement somewhat shyly. "Aw, I'm jus' a simple mouse. News doesn't spread around so quickly and this here's a different world we're dabblin' in!"

His arms spread out wide, only to shrink back in a moment later. "Unless you know Master Yensid? Haha." Because Master Yensid had many connections and he could never be too sure if he's been mentioned.

"Yensid?" The name didn't sound familiar. Was that one of Mickey's animated friends? But didn't they all have animal names attached to them... or was it something from the older times that wasn't used so much anymore? "Don't think I've heard of him. And hey, even a simple guy can still be well-known as long as he's a good guy." Making millions of children happy more than qualified for that, Flynn thought.

It seemed like everyone here was used to this other worlds thing... though for a cartoon character, it made sense, really. "So we're all world travellers... I wonder if that's a common theme to why we're here."

He breathed a sigh of relief. He should have been a little more discreet, but that didn't matter to him at the moment. Still, Mickey blinked, letting Flynn's words sink in before a big smile grew on his face. "Gosh! I never thought of it that way!"

While he felt happy about that statement, he bounced in place. "Looks like," he chimed, canting his head slightly at the man. "Not that it's a bad thing, though. There's plenty of stories t'share and new friends ta make!" He paused. "Speakin' of which– you know my name, but I don't know yours. What's your name?"

This was a moment he wasn't sure anyone would believe him if he ever told them later... that and he was sure that thousands of children would be jealous if they ever knew. He held out his hand to offer a handshake, unable to stop the smile from curving the corners of his mouth. "Just call me Flynn. It's a pleasure."

"Haha! It's nice t'meetcha, Flynn!" A white-gloved hand took up the offer, returning the handshake enthusiastically. It was like the cartoon suddenly poked out from a television screen with all-too-realistic plush fingers. And for a mouse, he had a pretty good handshake.