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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[essentiallyharmless]

"That's one word for it," she answers, sharing a glance with the swan. They're both a little baffled, to be honest, but taking things in their stride.

"I don't... We don't really know what's going on," she admits. Some parts had become obvious with the insight from Helaku, but why or how this is happening, or how to deal with it, all that stuff is still pretty blurry.

[aly_brighteyes]

"No, not at all." That's always something Aly hates, waking or sleeping. The less she knows, the less she can control of her own fate. It's a balance of power that asks for trouble.

"Not to mention it makes your head all fuzzy, not knowing what fear is the dream and what fear is natural."