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bravenewworld2014-10-25 12:07 am
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The Labyrinth of the New Moon
Most of Union was familiar now with the second world that had so abruptly inserted itself into their lives. They called it the Dream World: a place where fiction became more real than reality and where the imagination knew no bounds. If it weren't quite so intrusive, some might even find it an amusing place to visit - there were secrets to be uncovered here, surely, where the mental barriers of friends and enemies were relaxed, and powers to be taken advantage of. Who wouldn't want to host a pool party every night?
For a week, the people of Union continue to pop in and out of the Dream World until most have grown tired of the seemingly random nature of the disappearances. Low mutterings and disgruntled complaints begin to spread throughout the city, but it seems as if no one truly knows how to stop it. Giant fans to disperse the fog are suggested facetiously once, and a number of Fan Rotoms are seen working hard the next day... But such efforts amount to nothing.
On the night of the seventh day, something changes.
Those who pop into the Dream World tonight will realize immediately - the landscape has changed. Dream mists still swirl and eddy at random intervals, but the Neutral Spaces have grown dark and shadowed. There's no ominous feeling of danger, but rather... alertness. The sense that something unusual is about to happen.
Up in the sky, a shadowed moon gleams with a faint luster. A new moon. ...This is impossible, of course, but then, many things are impossible in this world. And no matter where you head, it seems as if each step takes you closer to that black moon, a gaping maw in the twilit sky... Step forward, retreat backwards, close your eyes and flee. It matters not. One more step and it has devoured you whole.
There is the sensation of falling, of spinning, of coming to an abrupt halt without feeling an impact. But when you open your eyes, you are not alone. Two or three others you may recognize are with you, and a long corridor stretches out before your group with doors dotting each side as far as the eye can see.
Welcome to the Labyrinth of the New Moon.
[OOC: All plot logs for people in the Dream World will occur here. Please make the first post with all the names of the people in your group in the subject line so people know where to post. Mod responses will come about once every 24 hours as long as at least one person has posted.
The group listings are here. We will not be running randomizers anymore, but you may still sign up with a full group of at least three if you can find one and tag in. Keep in mind though that the log may not be finished depending on when it is posted. You may also hop in an existing group as long as all existing group members give permission and the group is not full.]
For a week, the people of Union continue to pop in and out of the Dream World until most have grown tired of the seemingly random nature of the disappearances. Low mutterings and disgruntled complaints begin to spread throughout the city, but it seems as if no one truly knows how to stop it. Giant fans to disperse the fog are suggested facetiously once, and a number of Fan Rotoms are seen working hard the next day... But such efforts amount to nothing.
On the night of the seventh day, something changes.
Those who pop into the Dream World tonight will realize immediately - the landscape has changed. Dream mists still swirl and eddy at random intervals, but the Neutral Spaces have grown dark and shadowed. There's no ominous feeling of danger, but rather... alertness. The sense that something unusual is about to happen.
Up in the sky, a shadowed moon gleams with a faint luster. A new moon. ...This is impossible, of course, but then, many things are impossible in this world. And no matter where you head, it seems as if each step takes you closer to that black moon, a gaping maw in the twilit sky... Step forward, retreat backwards, close your eyes and flee. It matters not. One more step and it has devoured you whole.
There is the sensation of falling, of spinning, of coming to an abrupt halt without feeling an impact. But when you open your eyes, you are not alone. Two or three others you may recognize are with you, and a long corridor stretches out before your group with doors dotting each side as far as the eye can see.
Welcome to the Labyrinth of the New Moon.
[OOC: All plot logs for people in the Dream World will occur here. Please make the first post with all the names of the people in your group in the subject line so people know where to post. Mod responses will come about once every 24 hours as long as at least one person has posted.
The group listings are here. We will not be running randomizers anymore, but you may still sign up with a full group of at least three if you can find one and tag in. Keep in mind though that the log may not be finished depending on when it is posted. You may also hop in an existing group as long as all existing group members give permission and the group is not full.]
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Professor Octopus's face distorts in shock as a well-timed Thunderbolt fries it in that moment -
and the deactivated Spherement slips from its tentacle.
There is a collective gasp from the crowd assembled on the ground. And even as it falls, there is something strange happening... The power of the Spherement has been suppressed... and with it, the power that enables a place like this to even exist.]
What's happening...?
[Around them, everything begins to crumple as if someone is wadding up the paper that this world is made from.]
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Treble, shut it down!
[The Ranger hopes there's something the Klefki knows about the attack that he doesn't. Treble shakes his head. He wants to, but it's not possible.]I can't! Magic Room doesn't work that way!
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[Via the Warp Band yelling up from below. She quick to pick up Jasper in her arms and Valor hides into her cloak more. There is no way it can end here, no way at all.]
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[She looks up at the Spherement when it falls. Estelle takes a breath, and then acts. She leaps into the air, hands reaching out while the world crumples around her. She tries to grab the Spherement -- and then, she doesn't know. Hope to stop the world from falling apart.]
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Everything freezes with the exception of Peter, Quinn, and Estelle, fading into an odd sepia tone.]
What.
[...]
Whose dream is this?
[The voice that echoes now sounds mildly bemused by whatever bizarre thing is happening here.]
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The sketchbook version of a Spinarak-Man story? Not any of ours.
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[This is probably as much explanation as they're going to get for whatever the heck was happening here.]
...And which of you fears... an attempt to give aid gone wrong? In the act of salvation, you instead completely ruin what you most wished to protect?
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[She is Officially Creeped Out.]
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[A giant eraser will descend now from the sky, completely scratching out the scene before them and the 2D world. As it goes, it leaves behind a strange, smudgy outline of something static, though incredibly large.]
This is a realm that translates fears into reality... The further you proceed... the more devastating they become.
It is curious to observe a dream like this.