04 - week four

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WEEK FOUR

Saturday comes to a close, and it’s time for some rest and recovery. Perhaps the TLC you deserve will come this week, or perhaps the nightmare will continue. It’s hard to say with things being so strange around you, from Wei Wuxian’s disappearance to the sudden addition of objects and places and creatures from your homes. Who knows what this week will bring? Nothing ordinary, that’s for sure.

You wake up on Sunday to an increase in those little glimpses you saw yesterday. What were snippets of songs, locations that might’ve seemed familiar, and creatures that were dormant, are now all alive and whole. When you go to the karaoke bar, the songs you once knew are there. Monsters and animals are alive and sentient. New business are abound. Vehicles are operable, and perhaps some of your old belongings are back, too.

However, some of these things aren’t even things that should exist outside of your dreams. They may be far too strange and unusual to be real, or just things you don't remember ever seeing. The only thing you remember about these things in particular is that they were, quite literally, in your dreams this week.

That being said, every few hours, all of these things from your homes and dreams fade out and get replaced by new sounds, places, beasts….only to maybe come back again at another time.

Well. At least there's one constant here: You’ve got a handful of new locations to look at, with the fog having spread once more, and they aren't going anywhere. There aren’t as many new places that are native to Estelline this time around, but that may be for the best, considering everything going on.


SETTING TRACKER

SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY FRIDAY SATURDAY

NEWSPAPER SUBMISSIONS + EDITION #1

SAGE / FLORENCE / LORELEI

MEM SHARE DETAILS

OOC NOTE

OOC: Details on this week can be found here!

Also, we have a lot of participants for the news activity from last week. Neat! Everyone who participated in some capacity will have a small polaroid camera delivered to their doorstep. There's limited film, though - 10 photos per camera. It doesn't seem like there's any extra film at this time, either.

Finally, there will not be any weekly tasks this week. You guys are going to be busy with memshare and dreamscape stuff; instead, enjoy the Estelline University Newspaper!

FULL NAV

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Comments

[sicklysweet]

[Transformation magic isn't going to cause much destruction, so the bartender just watches in amusement as Owen casts her spell. Assuming it'll effect Hien, he'll go from being himself to a fluffy, black cat. He gets to keep the checkerboard eyes and distortion, though, so he's still very much himself.

He just gets to be a cat instead of a dog.]

[selfconcept]

[ A one of a kind checkerboard-eyed black cat... Hien looks at Owen. ]

Make me a smaller cat.

[sicklysweet]

Demanding, aren't you? I think you look pretty cute like this.

[Why should she listen to you this time, huh?]

Maybe if you ask nicely.

[selfconcept]

[ Hien stands on his hind legs to shove his front paws on Owen's face. ]

Make me, princess.

[sicklysweet]

You're a very rude cat, you know?

[He gets a scritch under his chin for his troubles.

And then he's much smaller. He is now a sweet, black... kitten.]

[selfconcept]

[ Oh wow that actually feels nice... He purrs a little, but then shakes. His next course of action is to jump onto Owen's head. His now. ]

[sicklysweet]

[She sighs, letting him sit there for a moment as she drains the last of her drink before dropping money onto the bar counter.]

I'm leaving, Shylock. Don't you dare say a word of this to that lunatic.

[And then she's reaching up to dislodge Hien, so she can hold him to her chest as she exits the bar. Walking with a cat balanced on her head does not sound like a pleasant time.]

Be a good boy and don't scratch me, okay?

[selfconcept]

Sure.

[ Hien is a behaved kitty. But like.

...

He won't ever say it, so he'll just relax and enjoy the cushiony ride. ]

[sicklysweet]

[This is the most tolerable he's been for their conversation... This might be the weirdest part of the memory once they're out of this.

The city Hien and Owen are in seems to be in the middle of several construction projects at once, all of which seem to be industrial - as if the bar they just left is about to be swallowed up by progress.]

How do you feel about the sea?

[Though she's already heading off, through what seems to currently be some sort of arts and entertainment district, heading towards the coast.]

[selfconcept]

[ The architecture time gap is quite something as Hien looks around from where he is. ]

Are you gonna throw me?

[sicklysweet]

I will, if you don’t behave.

[Sheesh.]

There’s a point over the ocean where you can no longer use magic. What do you think would happen if I flew us there?

[There’s no real threat to her voice, and she’s petting Hien so it’s not like there’s any malice here… Owen is just Owen.]

[selfconcept]

Then you'll probably drown because you can't fly anymore. I'll be fine though.

[ Just float. Easy. ]

[sicklysweet]

[She hums.]

That's good to know, little kitty.

[Not that she intends to go off and do that. Yet. Who knows how she'll be feeling later?

The coastline is still pretty, at least, the construction not yet taking over the beach and the water still clear. There's a small outdoor market set up that's still busy, even as late as it is. The moon is very bright, very big, and seems very, very close. All in all it's quite pleasant, and a far cry from the landscape Owen lead Hien around before.]

[selfconcept]

You know what I like?

[ Hien tilts his head up. ]

Beaches at night. It's cold, windy, and nobody else is around. In some beaches, you can see stuff that makes the ocean look like it's glowing at night. All that without magic.

[sicklysweet]

[Owen hums.]

I think there are some species of fish around here that glow.

[She stops at the water's edge, finally easing up her hold on Hien so he can climb to a different perch, if he wants.]

This is about the only time a Western beach will be quiet, too.

[There's a definite chill, but Owen is unbothered by it, if she even notices it at all.]

[selfconcept]

[ He moves around so that he can drape over Owen's shoulder. ]

Because everyone's at the tavern? Or they don't like coming out at night?

[sicklysweet]

Only things open right now are places for wizards.

[So - yes, sort of, to both of those questions.]

You're not from here, are you? You're from another world, like the Sage.

[selfconcept]

I'm from the void. No world is my home.

[ Here's a small cat yawn. ]

[sicklysweet]

Sounds lonely.

[She's going to slide off her shoes, kicking them up the beach so they're out of range of the waves.]

Are you like the Great Calamity, then? Here to destroy us all?

[selfconcept]

[ There go her shoes... ]

Yeah, I guess. Though... not right now. Maybe some time in the distant future.

[sicklysweet]

[She'll pick them up later! For now it's time to actually step into the water.]

How distant? Decades? Centuries? Or will it be thousands of years from now?

[selfconcept]

Dunno. It's supposed to be when two certain existences die, but they have to choose to die. It'll probably be after you die of old age.

[sicklysweet]

What if they never choose to die? How do you know they'll actually time for it all to be over?

[selfconcept]

[ Hien shrugs as much as a kitten can. ]

Whatever they choose to do with their lives doesn't concern me. They should live however they want to.

[sicklysweet]

You’re a very strange Calamity, little kitty.

[Not that that’s necessarily a complaint.]

But I suppose the moon doesn’t care what anyone is doing, either. Why should you?