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[ For a moment, you are cast down. Your arms ache. Your... everything, it aches. You look up at the ceiling, and it seems to move, shifting like liquid. Blood drips onto your face. A drop, at first. Then more, and more, and—
You awake in a Dream.
It feels real, though. Real as anything. It is, honestly, just an island, surrounded by a sea of fog and strange pillars that rise out and up into more and more nothingness. The sky is clear enough to show off a huge, full moon, as though it sits on the horizon just beside you. You feel the thrum of its energy and... everything sort of hurts. Like deep inside you, far beneath your skin, it hurts. But not so much that you can't move or function.
It's just an ache, but it hurts strangely, and you don't remember where it's from. However, you're not alone. There is a slightly dingy, gothic building for shelter, like an abandoned workhouse, and you have each other. You do all remember each other, and yourselves, and each other. However, your memories are fuzzy—recalling them deeply leads to little white-outs, like when you stand too quickly and get dizzy.
Basically, you can't share any details about the graveyard or death or whatever DON'T DOXX STUFF but you can chat. This is a safe(?) space. ]
You awake in a Dream.
It feels real, though. Real as anything. It is, honestly, just an island, surrounded by a sea of fog and strange pillars that rise out and up into more and more nothingness. The sky is clear enough to show off a huge, full moon, as though it sits on the horizon just beside you. You feel the thrum of its energy and... everything sort of hurts. Like deep inside you, far beneath your skin, it hurts. But not so much that you can't move or function.
It's just an ache, but it hurts strangely, and you don't remember where it's from. However, you're not alone. There is a slightly dingy, gothic building for shelter, like an abandoned workhouse, and you have each other. You do all remember each other, and yourselves, and each other. However, your memories are fuzzy—recalling them deeply leads to little white-outs, like when you stand too quickly and get dizzy.
Basically, you can't share any details about the graveyard or death or whatever DON'T DOXX STUFF but you can chat. This is a safe(?) space. ]
[she opens her eyes with a wince as she looks around, finding herself in this new place. she looks at the pillars and the fog, trying not to get disoriented or distracted by the ache that she can't quite place.
after a moment of pause, she stands up, looking towards the building. given the day, it's not hard to realize what this must be.]
...So the pattern continues.
after a moment of pause, she stands up, looking towards the building. given the day, it's not hard to realize what this must be.]
...So the pattern continues.
[When Erin notices she's here, she immediately groans loudly -- partly because of the aches, and partly because waking up here makes her upset right away]
Oh come on, what now!
[She can't remember where she was at before this, and her memories about a lot of things are spotty, but what isn't spotty is three facts: her name is Erin Winters, she knows the people around her, and she really, really doesn't want some new and unexpected surprise to happen to her.
Which is why she's convinced everything from here on will be a new, unexpected surprise]
Okay, am I the only one here feeling all full of aches or do you all feel that too? Just making sure.
Oh come on, what now!
[She can't remember where she was at before this, and her memories about a lot of things are spotty, but what isn't spotty is three facts: her name is Erin Winters, she knows the people around her, and she really, really doesn't want some new and unexpected surprise to happen to her.
Which is why she's convinced everything from here on will be a new, unexpected surprise]
Okay, am I the only one here feeling all full of aches or do you all feel that too? Just making sure.
[that's a very good question but it isn't getting answered because she's full on staring for a second, before:]
—You're alive!
—You're alive!
Yeah, sure am, and you--
[Erin trails off. Takes her a moment to recall that oh, she died. She's dead. And Vin isn't. Erin blinks and shakes her head.
Giving a better look at who else is here...]
I have a feeling me and Nona being here is complicated and we won't get it straightened up anytime soon.
[Erin trails off. Takes her a moment to recall that oh, she died. She's dead. And Vin isn't. Erin blinks and shakes her head.
Giving a better look at who else is here...]
I have a feeling me and Nona being here is complicated and we won't get it straightened up anytime soon.
[i'm sorry but she's going to walk over and reach out to touch her, to see if she's really there.]
I - if anything happened to me, I would have realized. So...
[tries to puzzle this out for another few moments and then sighs.]
...I wonder if this is some strange dream.
[tries to puzzle this out for another few moments and then sighs.]
...I wonder if this is some strange dream.
[stabs her again
no just kidding!! she freezes for a moment, hesitating, but she doesn't seem like she's going to avoid it.]
no just kidding!! she freezes for a moment, hesitating, but she doesn't seem like she's going to avoid it.]
A dream, huh...
[Hmmmmm...]
Try to make it change. Imagine something new happening around you.
[As if it were a lucid dream. This definitely is Erin, judging by how she immediately is trying to overcome the situation one way or another]
[Hmmmmm...]
Try to make it change. Imagine something new happening around you.
[As if it were a lucid dream. This definitely is Erin, judging by how she immediately is trying to overcome the situation one way or another]
[she closes her eyes for a moment! and nothing changes.]
...Can you normally shape your dreams?
...Can you normally shape your dreams?
[hugs!! she still thinks this isn't real or at least that nona isn't real because of who she is as a person but she does not say that.]
When you notice you're in a dream, you usually can shape it into something else.
[Erin looks around, sighing]
Guess we're not in control here. In that case...weapons, got any with you?
[Are we defenseless?]
[Erin looks around, sighing]
Guess we're not in control here. In that case...weapons, got any with you?
[Are we defenseless?]
I have—
[reaching for a pocket and pausing as she puts her hand inside it, then brings it out empty.]
...Of course.
[reaching for a pocket and pausing as she puts her hand inside it, then brings it out empty.]
...Of course.
[she very clearly does not agree but she's not sure she wants to get into it here.]
At any rate... It's good to see you again.
At any rate... It's good to see you again.
Oh, just great! We're defenseless. Well I'm not playing along with that.
[Erin begins searching around for anything she might take along that could be used as a weapon -- futilely because the CYOA hasn't officially started, but oh well. A sizable enough rock, a sharp-looking piece of glass, anything]
I had enough of being tossed around like some leaf in the wind. Come on, let's find something that can at least crack some attacker's skull.
[Maybe that stupid demonic sword wasn't so bad, she thinks to herself. Sure would have been nice to have that right now]
[Erin begins searching around for anything she might take along that could be used as a weapon -- futilely because the CYOA hasn't officially started, but oh well. A sizable enough rock, a sharp-looking piece of glass, anything]
I had enough of being tossed around like some leaf in the wind. Come on, let's find something that can at least crack some attacker's skull.
[Maybe that stupid demonic sword wasn't so bad, she thinks to herself. Sure would have been nice to have that right now]
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