Tender Lumplings Everywhere, Life's No Fun Without A Good Scare [Open to All]

[applesaucemod]

The woods are dark and deep, but not particularly lovely. If anything, they feel dangerous, as if something terrible might come lurching out from behind any given tree and tear into the nearest warm body. What that terrible thing might be is anyone's guess. A cat with hands? Slenderman? Stegosaurus? Actual cannibal Shia LaBeouf? All of the above in a horrible mob? It's anyone's guess. But every dreamer will be absolutely convinced that there is something unspeakable out there, and that it's after them.

The dreamers have two things on their side. The first is that there is actually nothing dangerous lurking in these woods (with the possible exception of other dreamers). The pervasive terror the dreamers are feeling is just that: a rift-given feeling, nothing more and nothing less. That snapping twig or rustle in the undergrowth is almost certainly just a squirrel or something else equally harmless.

The second is that no dreamer is alone. They all will be reunited with - or introduced to - their dæmons, a source of comfort in this dark, intimidating wilderness. However frightened the dreamers might be, at least they have someone with them who definitely doesn't want them dead.

[OOC: as ever, any and all are welcome! You don't have to be in the game to join the fun. Dreamers can remember or forget the events of the dream at the players' discretion. And the party only stops when you want it to; feel free to backtag forever.]

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[peeta_mellark]

"Sounds good," Peeta says with a nod. He sets out in the direction Coromotto indicated, Nilakshi at his side.

The woods have a strange uniformity to them, so the path they've chosen doesn't look much different from the one they walked before. Peeta can't tell if that's because the surroundings truly are that similar, or if it's because there's something making it seem that way. In either case, he can tell it would be very easy to get lost, were someone trying to get somewhere in particular.

[wildmage_daine]

The not-wolves trot through the trees in silence for a while, their focus on the woods up ahead and to either side. This is definitely preferable to the aimless wandering they'd been doing before, but it's proving to be every bit as uneventful in terms of actually finding anything. The trees creak and groan in the wind, and the low mist swirls and eddies into shapes that look as if they might be something, for an instant, before melting away. But that is all. They don't hear, see, or smell anything that would suggest the woods are full of monsters any larger than a squirrel.

"This is silly," Coromotto finally declares, coming to a halt alongside Daine. "There's nothing - not that we can hear or smell, anyway.