May 2026 TDM

[labyrinevents]

Garden of Dreams ???

Upon arrival, there is no garden. Instead, those who arrive in this world THIS time, find themselves waking in a clearing surrounded by forest. The ground is barren, gnarled by old deep roots protruding from muddy, slick ground. There isn't any kind of breeze, but the air is cool and smells overpoweringly of earth and moisture. The area almost looks as if a patch of bush was torn up from the ground, leaving what's underneath behind. Not a single bird chirps, and the overwhelming silence makes every breath taken or movement made sound all that much louder.

What's more, is the usual kit new Dreamers normally find with them is not present. They will find no potion to drink, no food to eat, nothing. The longer they stay in this clearing the more intense the sensation of being watched starts to creep up, urging them to head into the forest that surrounds the clearing.

Those who refuse to leave the clearing for long periods of time will slowly find themselves succumbing to one of two problems:

• If they have dark colored eyes they will slowly feel more and more paranoid and afraid, the sensation so intense that they will accuse others they are around of doing this to them, setting new arrivals at odds with one another.
  
  
• If they have light colored eyes their tempers will flare more easily, a feeling of indignation and rage at being put in this situation bubbling just below the surface, making them all the more ready to fight at the first slight.

But these symptoms ease almost as soon as they step into the forest, which they must do to escape this strange arrival...

• Those who head north will find themselves lost in a maze of mushrooms that when touched puff out spores that can temporarily cause both horrific hallucinations and delightful ones. It's definitely best to avoid disturbing these mushrooms and DEFINITELY not advised to pick them. In this portion of the forest, new arrivals may run into established Dreamers who have been lured into the forest for other reasons. Perhaps they know the way out? Or maybe sticking together in a time like this is better than going it alone. Eventually, where they end up is on the side of the forest pointing back towards Lumindeas.
  
  
• Those who head south will find a tunnel magically carved through the forest, one that is just high enough for a 5'6" person to walk through unhindered, but leaving the space cramped for anyone taller. It's almost as if this path was created by something not native to the forest, as any branch or forest creature in this tunnels path has been burnt through violently, sealing the remainder in place to make the tunnel completely safe. The only strange thing about this tunnel is the feeling of dread that pounds down on the backs of those traveling through it, urging them to go through faster and not turn back. Their exit drops them at the very edge of the Night Market.

Strangely, a week after everyone's arrival, the usual supplies they find when they initially wake up will instead appear at the foot of their bed, or the foot of wherever they wake on the 7th day.

The Forest

Yhaveh Forest is old and ever present in Lumindeas, never growing or changing. However, as if it happened overnight, the forest itself has grown larger, overtaking much of the open land that was once separate. Seravo has sent several of his guard to investigate, but none have returned from the mysterious forest. He offers a large cord payment to Dreamers who are willing to investigate themselves, promising the payment upon the Dreamers telling him of what they see in the forest. He explains simply that the forest has always been a strange anomaly where even his magic doesn't reach, and he himself cannot go.

It is important to remember, however, that no powers work in the forest, so don't travel without being adequately prepared.

• Aboveground the forest is as it always has been, mazelike and dark, never ending. But now, like the clearing in the center of it, there is a forboding pressure of dread that presses in at the base of your spine the deeper one travels into the forest. It's while navigating the bug and forest creature laden forest that Dreamers may encounter new arrivals, lost within the forest after being driven out of the clearing they woke up in. Though new arrivals may have no rations, dreamers may have thought to bring some with them. For those that don't, they will find that the forest will provide, offering edible flower cups full of honeyed water to drink. The drawback, should this or anything else be consumed while in the forest will possibly trigger the forest to open up roots underfoot, dropping hungry souls into the underground. Those who escape getting thrown into the underground will eventually find a path out...
  
  
• Underground is different. If possible, it's darker, murkier, the very air thick. Beams of dim light shining into the underground dance with particles and spores, and the light that comes from them only makes the shadows slightly lighter. The real source of light are the bioluminescent mushrooms that dimly glow every color imaginable. These mushrooms are inedible unlike the offerings aboveground, causing mouths to foam if anyone attempts to eat them. The walls of the maze here as well as the floors are made with tightly gnarled roots of the trees above. Tangled within them are bones and corpses that are clearly that of ancient Skeksis, their bones brittle and hollow but hung in an almost decorative way.
  
  Get turned around enough to find yourself deep within the rooted underground will hear the distant beat of a heart that sometimes gets louder, sometimes softer, but the source can never really be found. The biggest threat, however, can be found when the heartbeat is at its loudest. Eyeless, tall, naked pale men stand in the pathways, absolutely still. They do nothing until someone approaches too closely, in which case they will reach out and grab, with the intention to bite their victim...or worse. Splashing them with any liquid will cause them to shrivel and release their grips. For now, they don't give chase.
  
  The only way out here ends in a steep incline up up up up... out into the Labyrinth in Visium. How... interesting.

Meanwhile, Yuraia has found a way to prevent the forest from spreading further. Using stardust chariots, she spirits those dreamers who wish to help deep, deep, deep into lake Termina, far below what should be the lake's natural bottom. There, by breathing using bubbles made of stars, Dreamers are put to work harvesting a golden glowing weed that can then be planted at the border of the forest to keep it at bay. Yuraia says that this plant is unique to a land powered by dragon magic, and can only survive in the soil of Lumindeas. True to her word it will work for now.

The Night Market

That strange amalgamation of worlds that occupied Visium's mysterious island last month has since disappeared, but the island itself is still active. Mysterious figures have appeared in boats on Visium's shore. They appear much like the dragonkin locals of Stellari, though Dreamers may find that the details of their faces, their height and size, even the sounds of their voices are difficult to remember. These islanders don't make much conversation, aside from the way they urge Dreamers to Stellari, where they're setting up a market.

The booths are seemingly endless, transforming the streets of Stellari and stretching all the way out of town toward the Amphitheater. There's an event to be held there this month, but first...

Dreamers can find all manner of wares at these booths - hand-woven baskets that magically fill with fruit, clothing that shrinks or grows in size depending on whose wearing it, potions that temporarily enhances sight, smell, or sound. The options are endless, and Dreamers in both Visium and Lumindeas are drawn to the market to search for rare, magical goods.

Some of the booths are more mysterious. Hooded figures linger behind them. They barely speak, and when they do, their words don't mean much. Even so, Dreamers feel a strong pull to their booths, entranced by their offerings.

• A trinket booth offers an ornate bobble for a low price and the promise of something special. Once the bauble is purchased and placed in the Dreamer's hand, it will transform into something else. It's a special item belonging to the person standing behind the Dreamer in line. The Dreamer has the choice of whether or not to hand it back, but in order to return the item, a memory about it must be shared.
• A fortune-telling booth, featuring a psychic with a deck of beautifully decorated cards, promises an accurate and detailed fortune to any Dreamer who chooses to partake - there's a catch, however. The fortune does not belong to the Dreamer, but the person behind them. It is up to the one who asked for the fortune to decide whether or not they will deliver the news to the Dreamer behind them.
• One particularly strange booth offers to buy painful memories. Dreamers can choose to sell their most painful memories. If they do, they will indeed lose the memory, but it will be transferred to the Dreamer behind them. It will then be up to that Dreamer to choose whether or not to share the lost memory. Dreamers can also buy memories here, paying a price that will cause the person behind them to share a random memory (they will not lose this memory). Dreamers who experiment too long with the booth may be at risk of forgetting the person most important to them for an indeterminate amount of time. They may feel a great urgency to find someone without knowing who it is.

Eventually, the path of the market ends, right at the entrance of Lumindeas' Amphitheater of the Mind, where...

The Amphitheater

A performance is taking place - and it will be taking place all month, every night a new improv show. Dreamers are assigned one of many roles before they enter each night. The roles may be any number of things, but some favorites include:

• supernatural creatures & hunters
• Coffee shop employee & Customer
• High School Students &/or Teachers
• High Fantasy Courts and Adventurers
• Cowboys
• Royalty
• Pirates
• Spacemen & aliens
• Rock Band
• Mafia/Crime
• or even alternate versions of a Dreamer's role within their own story

Dreamers are expected to perform their roles dutifully, sacrificing anything and everything for the sake of staying in-character. After all, this is essential to crafting the many unique stories the islanders use to entertain during their stay in Lumindeas. Locals from Somnius and Stellari alike flock to the Amphitheater each night to watch the Dreamers act.

From the stage, the Dreamers' experience is quite different. They believe they are truly experiencing the scenario they are performing and are prone to getting lost in their roles. This means that, while within the Amphitheater, they will believe they have truly been transported into another "story", and will believe it is their reality. Upon leaving the Amphitheater, Dreamers will likely be unable to break their delusion and will exist within the worlds of Visium and Lumindeas for a few days (up to the player), believing they are a version of themselves which does not really exist. Perhaps Dreamers unaffected by this could help to snap them out of it?

OOC

Prompt Summary

GARDENS OF DREAMS ???

• New characters all arrive here.
• New Arrivals are dropped in the middle of Yhaveh Forest
• Arrivals do not get their usual kit
• the longer they stay in the clearing in the middle of the forest, the more likely they will succumb to one of two problems. Light colored eyes will suffer from temper flares, dark colored eyes will feel more paranoid and afraid
• when exiting the clearing through the forest to the north new arrivals will deal with mushroom spores that cause good and bad hallucinations and may run into dreamers who are also exploring the forest
• when exiting to the south, new arrivals will travel through a very tight tunnel, seared through the forest by something from outside of it. they will feel a sensation of deep dread and exit out into the night market that has been established outside of stellari.

THE FOREST

• Seravo is paying Dreamers to go into the forest and report back, as it has grown suddenly without explaination.
• No powers work in the forest
• There is a sense of forboding dread on top of the usual creatures and bugs within the forest to avoid.
• The forest will offer food in the form of edible flower cups full of honeyed water
• Drinking from the cups opens the possibility of being dropped into the underground.
• The underground is dark and murky and lit with glowing poisonous mushrooms. corpses and bones of skeksis are strangled and tied up into the walls of roots
• Pale men can be found deep in the underground where a heartbeat can be heard. They will try to grab those who get too close to bite and devour them. Splashing them with liquid will enable escape
• The only way out from the underground leads out into the Labyrinth in Visium.

THE MARKET

• The shadowy figures from the island that is now closed up have arrived to Lumindeas by boat.
• They have chosen to set up a market that lines the streets of stellari and out towards the ampetheatre with endless magical booths.
• Trinket booths with special belongings and a trick involved, a fortune telling booth that tells fortunes not of the dreamer asking but of the person behind them, and a booth that buys painful memories, but also sells others. But dreamers who spend too much time here may find themselves losing something even more dear.

THE PERFORMANCE

• Every night a new improv show will be taking place at the Ampitheatre of the Mind.
• As soon as a dreamer enters the Ampitheatre they are assigned one of many roles of another version of themselves
• AU tropes or different roles within the Dreamer's own story are possible
• Dreamers are expected to stay in character and locals flock in to see their performances
• Dreamers experience these roles as though they are real. While within the amphitheatre they will belive that this is their reality
• This effect can linger once they leave, but the duration is up to the player

Comments

QUESTIONS

[labyrinmods]

[girlybruiser]

hi mods! for this aspect of the tdm:

Dreamers who experiment too long with the booth may be at risk of forgetting the person most important to them for an indeterminate amount of time.

is it only the most important person to a dreamer, or can it be others who are seen as equally important?

thanks!

New Character Top Level Directory

[labyrinevents]

Please Link in the body of the comment.
In the header, please put your character name and canon.

Luz Noceda/ The Owl House/ Returning (hopefully) character!

[a_cute_batata]

Here we go again!

Petunia Elkwood | Todd Allison & The Petunia Violet

[flowerclip]

Here!

Olruggio | Witch Hat Atelier

[hoshiakari]

Here!

Hata no Kokoro | Touhou Project

[nohproblem]

Here!

Olivia Haas | Fear & Hunger: Termina | OTA

[thephotosynthesis]

Here!

Current Character Top Level Directory

[labyrinevents]

Please Link in the body of the comment.
In the header, please put your character name and canon.

Puck/"Robin Goodfellow"/"Owen Burnette"| Gargoyles

[justdontgiveame]

over here!

sakura haruka | wind breaker

[antisocialable]

here

Sephiroth | Final Fantasy VII

[unkindled_madness]

Here!

yugamu omokage | the hundred line: last defense academy

[thanatophilic]

dumbest tdm tl ever

Ruby Gloom | Ruby Gloom

[bbbrightside]

here

Puck/"Robin Goodfellow"/"Owen Burnette"|Gargoyles (OTA)

[justdontgiveame]

[ooc- I can match tag style as needed or wanted! I can also be reached on styxbutterfly or via journal PM or Discord at "misaknits" if you'd like to plot anything! I'm keeping the prompts as open as I can in general!]

01: Just follow your eyes| In the forest- Above ground
With the call for help, Puck had quickly packed a small bag of food and water and headed into theforest. Irritated, and just barely hiding it for a few minutes, at his magic being nullified, he keeps his speed at a variable pace. If needed, Puck will speed up, or slow down. But he's focusing on moving. He purpously makes noise as he moves- stepping on branches, humming, anything to distract from the growing dread. He scoffs and takes a minute to quickly braid his hair, remarking:

"It isn't even Halloween, you can reclaim this dread any time!"

02: Running to what's nothing| The Night Market
Out of the forest and back to Visium, Puck has been intrigued enough to head for the night market. Find him at any of the potion booths, studying the ones that offer enhanced sight. But he's also just shopping in general! Anything that looks interesting, Puck's admiring it and occasionally buying a few things.

03: Again and again and..| Amphitheater AU:
[ooc- Instead of leaving it open for different AU types for Puck to play, I'm going with a handful of options, let me know which one you're wanting to play with! The options are: 1. Coffee shop employee, 2. Lead singer in a rock band, 3. Pirate crew member, 4. Teacher.

The "you think you're the character" part of this prompt will wear off in a few days IG, so if you'd like to play seeing any of them in Visium, that's also an option! Again just let me know which version so we're on the same page!]

Of course he's at the amphitheater. It's loud, put together, and the distraction of performing is, all things considered, pretty welcomed. As he's assigned a role, Puck straightens up as the lights dim. As he crosses the threshold onto the stage properly, it reminds him of the quick travel magic he likes to use as things change entirely.

Whoever he is, Puck will quickly adjust into the role. A good actor always does, even if he looses sight of where the stage stops for a while.

04: Wildcard
[None of those doing it for you? Reach out or throw anything but the underground prompt my way!]

2. The Night Market

[magusrobin]

Similarly, Chise found herself wandering the NIght Market too, if for nothing else other than a distraction. The familiar gleam of Puck’s hair catches her attention, and she finds herself easily drawn to her friend.

“Find anything good?”

Somehow, she ends up lucky enough that there aren’t too many people in line.

Plus… she’s relieved, in a way. The forest and the changes of this month had her worried that they would all be feeling more down than usual. The growing dread and the (while expected) absence of their powers when the forest grew more and more overrun… it wasn’t a good thing. So best to think on the things that are right in front of them!

The return of something familiar

[a_cute_batata]

Horrifyingly, I know this place...

She'd tasted it! The final victory, secure with the knowledge that Belos was now, unequivocally and without hesitation, GONE. The nightmare was over, the hesitation she'd been feeling still caught up in that rush of having been a TITAN, strong and magical and willing to finally stop the cancer that Belos had been spreading over the isles for years! He was gone now! Granted, all her powers were too, but it was a small price to pay, even with the lingering sadness that came with it...

And yet, just as she was bathing in the promise of a new tomorrow, she found herself swept away, and just trying to gather her thoughts she was suddenly plunked into some kind of forest. Luz got to her feet shakily, and was surprised to find she felt far stronger than she usually did, and when she put a hand to her hair, found it was not only shorter, but that memories she was sure she didn't have a moment ago was starting to take place.

What...what is this...I've been here before, haven't I?

Her body was HER body but it felt strange, like she was adjusting to it, and as she continued walking northward, started to feel bits and pieces coming together. This wasn't random, no way any of it was. This was HER. She'd been here, hadn't she?

And the mushrooms she passed by seemed to only confirm that this was also somehow a common occurrence. Dang it, what was going on?!

"Uh," Luz finally said aloud, "I know this, don't I? I mean, I don't, but I DO. I have to know this. Because this is all..."

...Familiar.

A bibble, a bauble...

Alright. She had it. At least, she knew where she was, in a sense, and why she was older now. Why did it feel like she'd been gone from here a lifetime ago? Time was such an uncompromising thing right now she was still desperately trying to get her bearings straight. She knew this, she knew all of this! Well, some of it anyway, she remembered that things were never quite the same, and this was no exception. A Night Market, which she could recall was a kind of trope depending on what cartoon you were watching. Honestly, she'd always liked those kinds of episodes since you wound up seeing such strange things, and this was no exception. Already she was wondering what a bag of holding basket might set her back when she wound up holding an item she was not familiar with. The person behind her, though, seemed to know what this was.

"Um, I'm not gonna keep it if its yours," Luz started to say, than paused. "Though I'm guessing just handing to you isn't how this is gonna go down."

If anything hadn't changed, it was Luz trusting her instincts.

"The games's afoot, see?!"

It was a startling time. Honestly, there was still so much to get adjusted to, and even as Luz was starting to get a grip on all of that, she'd also lost time and ability and more people than she'd ever have expected. Not surprising, a distraction was perfect for a time like this, and as acting was a fun way to lose herself, Luz was doing just that!

As it turned out, Luz, who usually tended to stay away from gritty drama, had fallen into a Mafia play at the Amphitheater. Cosplay was always one of Luz's first love, so getting to wear a fedora with a suit and dapper shoes totally enraptured her! Additionally, she was playing one of the more imposing Mafia bosses, so coupled with the physique she'd forgotten about now in place, she was very imposing indeed!

Out of the play, however...

You might find Luz knocking on your door, an unlit cigarette at the side of her mouth, the girl staring at you with half lidded eyes and a probing, malevolent stare.

"Jimmy says you're behind payments." She flexed her fingers, and didn't seem to take her eyes off you, and you knew she meant business. "I'm here to persuade you to get back on track. You can understand that, right?"*

What Luz is talking about is baffling, of course. Who the heck is Jimmy, and why is she looking at you so threateningly about him?

*-said with an accent mixed with Joe Pesci and Bugs Bunny.

01!

[justdontgiveame]

Still in the forest himself, Puck had been picking directions at random as he walked. Mostly to kill the boredom but also for the novelty. When a familiar voice reached his ears, he stumbled and almost fell over before turning towards it.

Glaring at the ground and his lack of flight magic, Puck sighed and tapped into the physical training he'd done as Owen. Still not as quick as just shifting forms, Puck was still physically quick. Taking off at a speed to make the area morph into a blur around him, Puck called as he ran and kept his eyes open for the figure the voice was attached to.

"Luz?!"

Petunia Elkwood | Todd Allison & The Petunia Violet

[flowerclip]

A. Garden of Dreams--1

[This isn't the first time Petunia's been kidnapped, but it is the first time she's been while asleep and woken up in some weird forest? She has no idea where she could be. It 100% doesn't look like anywhere in Australia, but how could it not be? There's no way she would've slept through being put on a ship somewhere else or something, right??

She slowly crawls from the clearing on hands and knees, wary that someone might be watching for heads to pop up above a certain point, and only climbing to her feet once she's sure she's out of sight.]

Todd Allison? ...Cyril? [She whisper-hisses, trying to locate either of the men who'd most likely be either part of this or brought along too. At any sound of others moving through the underbrush, Petunia squeaks] H-hello? I don't have anyone to ransom me to! This is a big mistake! And I, uh... I...

[There's a stick on the ground, which she promptly picks up] I have a weapon! So... so! [Swish swish goes the stick.]

B. Garden of Dreams--2

[Petunia is not inclined to stick around any longer than she needs to, not with the odd feeling of being watched or hunted. She turns south and, after much deliberating, starts making her way through the tunnel.

Her steps start out slow and fearful, inching along until the feeling of dread starts to push at her back. Then she starts walking faster. Then jogging.

Then all-out sprinting with a scream until she bursts out of the tunnel, onto the edge of the night market, and mostly likely doesn't stop until she crashes right into someone, sending herself sprawling onto the ground, breathing hard. Whoopsies.]

C. Night Market

[She doesn't trust this place, but she's at least acknowledged by now that she's stuck here. She's spent enough time wallowing in her new home about it, so now it's time to get out there and see what's on offer.

Petunia spends most of her time quietly observing everyone, baffled by the sheer amount of different people and creatures and what-have-you. And she thought Melbourne had been a melting pot...

She wanders over to the trinket booth, examining things idly until the person in front of her has purchased something. As the bauble changes into a gold pin, which immediately has Petunia reacting]

Wha-- Hey! That's mine! Hana gave that to me! I just thought it didn't show up here with me! Give it back! [A beat and she clears her throat, realizing she'd been raising her voice quite a bit] Uh, um. Please?

C. Wildcard

[For anything else!]

b.

[crticalhit]

[No one would blame Petunia for falling over after running into Tenna; it feels more like running straight into a telephone pole. She might even think that is what she's done, until that pole turns around and - no, actually, that's just a very tall person with a TV for a head.]

--Whoa hey mama!! What an entrance!

[Concerned, he puts his hands on his knees and peers down at Petunia where she's collapsed on the floor.]

Are you okay? You were screaming like you'd just won a new car!

sakura haruka | wind breaker | current character

[antisocialable]

( i. the forest )

[ it was a massive amount of cords and sakura isn't fussed about a loss of powers. having supernatural abilities still feels new and he doesn't trust them the way he trusts his own skill and prowess. it feels more earned that way, so of course he signed up. besides, he needs the distraction. douman was gone and so was endo and he just —

he just doesn't want to think about it. he just wants to throw himself at the task at hand and make it go away. that being said, this is tiring work and his stomach growls. sakura should have packed something to eat.

as if on cue, he spots some . . . honeycups? sakura gravitates towards it, his hunger on the forefront of his mind but then he pauses, scratching his cheek. ]

It . . . probably ain't safe, right?

[ but . . . foods. ]

( ii. painful memories )

[ it was. tempting.

there were many memories sakura would like to offload. surely, if he just got rid of a few, he'd be more . . . open. a better leader, a better team mate, a better person.

and yet, he can't help but hold back. selling it feels irresponsible, even for sakura. he hangs around the stall, practically hovering until he spots someone. sidling up to them warily, he asks. ]

Are you thinkin' of doing it? Why?

( iii. performance — coffee shop au )

[ he's not sure how he got roped into this. someone just dragged him here and he got a card that said "coffee shop worker". and now he's in an apron, serving at the local cafe.

or at least. he's trying to. talking to strangers isn't something he's good at and so, with a face flushed pink and a shaking hand to his notepad, sakura will attempt to take an order. ]

W-Whaddya want?

( iv. wildcard )

[ got a prompt in mind, feel free to hit me up @ timmtams / pm ]

ii.

[hoshiakari]

[It's...a kid. Just a bit older than the girls, at best. He really hates the idea of a kid having open access to a stall like this, but then -- that was what those who dabble in forbidden magic do, after all. They'd had no qualms about selling Coco that magic picture book, after all, and she had been all the younger back then.

He shakes his head.]

No, I'm just here to have a little chat with the vendor. Someone who trades in this specific type of merchandise might have some answers a friend of mine has been looking for a long time.

Olruggio | Witch Hat Atelier

[hoshiakari]

i. garden of dreams nightmares (cw: hallucinations, blood, injured children)

[The last day of that festival, he'd hung up a star streamer with a wish -- it had been a nakedly sentimental impulse, one he'd done without telling Qifrey before they had parted ways, if only because of what he'd written upon it -- don't let him be left alone. He'd thought little of it beyond that, had put his faith in his old friend's belief that they'd find their way to each other again someday, and stepped back through the window-way.

He's certain he had gone back home, to the atelier, but he couldn't say for how long, before he wakes up suddenly in a clearing in the middle of the forest, silent as death. He doesn't know how he got here, and there is a horrified moment where he thinks of how Qifrey was first found in a place like this. He supposes he ought to consider himself lucky to still have all his body parts, but it's unsettling. He checks himself over hastily for any signs of seals, before he decides the first order of business is to get out of here, actually. If anything has happened, he'll deal with it then.

...This time, though, when he intends to fly up past the canopy, he finds his sylph shoes don't react at all. And when he settles down to see about the condition of the seals and what he needs to redraw ... he finds he no longer has his casting ink or pen. Effectively stripped of the ability to do magic. A terrible anxiety wells up at that thought, the bone-deep terror of uselessness, but he can't let himself be swallowed by it. Qifrey can't very well find his way back to him if he loses his wits in a place like this and doesn't make it home.

Ultimately, he ends up going north. It's a mistake. He brushes against a patch of mushrooms as he walks, a cloud of spores making him sneeze and cough, but when it clears -- his eyes widen in horror.]

Qifrey!

[He sees his best friend first, white hair stained crimson as he lays prone in the field, but when he runs over, the vision gets worse.]

...Girls?

[Four more smaller figures, also motionless. Olruggio can't breathe.]

No, no no no, no. Not again. Wake up. Not again, please... You have to wake up!

[There is, of course, nobody to wake up -- and an observer might find him crumpled alone in a the maze of mushrooms, desperately calling out to empty air. He will certainly need some help. The only question is whether he'll be willing to take it.]

ii. lake termina

[He can't use his magic. There's no telling when he'll be able again, either. It's a realization that keeps him up at night, frankly. What good is a witch who can't cast? The thought of relying on some strange crystal to be capable of something he's been doing his whole life feels obscene, and yet, he has no control over the matter. So perhaps he's a little quick to jump to volunteer when Yuraia asks for Dreamers to go to Lake Termina and harvest golden weeds to block the advance of the forest, but it's at least something he can do, right now.

Breathing underwater sure does feel a bit adding insult to injury, though.]

Wonder if this is how the doctors at the healing spire feel, surrounded by all the magic of the Great Hall they can't use...

[He sighs, shaking his head as though to clear it, and turns to the nearest person.]

Give me a hand, would you? Think this weed needs a bit more force to come loose.

iii. night market

[Truly, he ought to have been more suspicious of some of these booths. The hooded figures, in particular, were uncomfortably reminiscent of the way the Brimmed Caps would hide their features whenever they appeared to wreak havoc, and yet -- he couldn't quite resist his curiosity, and he'd gotten in line.

Only to watch as the bauble of the patron ahead of him suddenly transformed into one of the rings Richeh had made, his part of the set designed so that the girls would never get separated from each other or himself and Qifrey again. Before the person ahead of him can turn to leave, he catches them by the arm.]

Wait. There's been a mistake of some kind. That's mine.

( i )

[pedagogies]

[ the garden has become overgrown.

it's unsettling to qifrey. probably because it reminds him too much of the shadow forest of thristas. a glittering forest of black deadwoods, looming over you. qifrey will never forget the sight of it, for it was the first things he ever saw. death and darkness, his foremost recollections.

but that's not all that's on his mind. he knows the newcomers will be treading this ground and he can't imagine it's been easy. what was happening here? was the crystal misbehaving again? signs point to another cataclysm, lying in wait. it's why he combs through the forest on his notebook, in case he needs to scoop up newcomers with him.

what he hadn't expected to see so soon was olruggio. curled up around a ring of mushrooms. qifrey grits his teeth as he maneuvers his notebook over, leaping down to grasp olruggio by the shoulders. ]

Olly. Olly! Wake up!

[ he conjures a small ball of water, tossing it at olruggio's face. ]

Sephiroth | Final Fantasy VII | OTA

[unkindled_madness]

I. Forest
[Sephiroth doesn't care about investigating this place for Seravo, but a place where Seravo's magic doesn't reach?

Although, it also seems to be a place where his own magic won't avail him. He makes the discovery shortly after entering, and retraces his steps not to depart, but to summon his sword before going back in.

Surely the sight of a man in black with a sword longer than he is tall will be a welcoming sight for any new arrivals!]


II. Ampitheatre
[Sephiroth has enjoyed free admission to the ampitheatre for most of his time here, but never before has he been asked to act. If he had understood that was the nature of this show, he wouldn't have come, but by the time he's being assigned his role, it's already too late.

He was once lauded as a hero, but scoffed at the title. Now, it's the role he was born to fill. Does your homeland need saving? Your family? Perhaps you've a noble task for which you require a companion.

He may still seem a bit intimidating, as heroes still can be, but his expression is open and inquisitive.]

Are you in need of help?

((Feel free to hit me up at yinza if you'd like to plot anything!))

Park Yerim | The S-Ranks That I Raised

[shadowlessday]

A) Gardenless Dreams

[ This place gives her the creeps.

No, seriously, why is she here? She certainly didn't walk here—or fly here either for that matter, but no matter where she looks, it's just the remains of what used to be woods. Not to mention that, but she's not the only one looking. The weight of being watched weighs heavy on her shoulders as paranoia starts to take root. Did she get thrown in another weird dungeon while she was asleep or something? She would think that, but when she goes to move, she realizes it immediately.

She can't fly.

It takes her some testing, but not much, to figure it out. The prospect of being in a dungeon without any skills, that's pretty scary, isn't it? Still, even if it is, there's no time to be scared. With a rock in hand, she finds what she thinks to be a good place to lie in wait, all the way up until the bastard responsible for all this arrives. The crunch of footsteps alerts her that they have. And so—

That's when she jumps you. ]

Who are you!? Where am I!? What did you do with ahjussi!?

[ Right onto your back, wrapping her arms around your neck and shoulders to hang on well, and she's kicking too. Just for good measure. Fall already!! Why aren't you falling!? ]

B) The Night Market

[ This place is kind of horrible. She'd already decided by the time she left the clearing, but the whole rest of the forest only made her double down. Even when she finally arrives somewhere that seems to have people, it's no place like she's ever seen. It looks more like the ruins of a dungeon come to life.

Still, civilization is civilization, right? She hasn't gotten far with figuring out where she is, but at the very least, the booths are kind of fun to look at. A lot of these seem to be items, too. Ahjussi would go crazy for this place.

Hence how she ends up in line behind you, leaning to try and peer past you so that she can see what this stall has got. ]

C) Wildcard

[ Feel free to hit me up if you'd like to do something else! I'm still reading and voicetesting, so I'll be playing from around chapter 310 :) ]

B

[flatteries]

[ Inigo is just standing in line when he's getting a kind of unsettling feeling. He isn't too sure why, but he does slowly peer over his shoulder to see where it's coming from, and--

Ah. Apparently his instinct was onto something. Not that the view of a girl trying to look past him should be all that alarming, but to Inigo it is, to some extent..

Still, he tries to give her a smile, shoving down his nerves as well as he can. ]

Erm, is.. something wrong?

yugamu omokage | the hundred line: last defense academy | current

[thanatophilic]

GARDEN OF DREAMS_

<sub>[ You know, he is still getting used to things that you think the average person would be accustomed to, like looking up and seeing the seemingly endless sky. Even now, it fascinates him, but not nearly enough as foraging for goods that could possibly be used for nefarious reasons. For example, like a poison or bioweapon that he was entrusted to make. The supplies here aren't exactly what he is used to finding, but adventuring out into the unknown to find supplies is definitely not new. The satchel he received when he arrived here a couple months ago is slung around his body, and the contents inside remain unknown. Yugamu seems nothing but delighted with what he's discovered so far, so he's put in a rather good mood.

A figure catches his attention in the distance, looming awfully close to one of the hallucinating mushrooms and Yugamu picks up the pace with his hand outstretched. ]</sub>

Oh..! Wait right there, don't touch that! Stand back, it can be dangerous.

_{[ surely this is a sane person who has nothing but sane concern for another fellow Dreamer, right? As he joins alongside the newcomer of veteran of this place, he flashes a sweet smile a them and reaches over (carefully) to try and pluck the mushroom from its bed. As he glances over his shoulder, Yugamu looks... rather unwell in the eye. ]}

Hehe, sorry. I need all the dangerous things I can get.

_{[ that's right, ya boy has already run into several of these mushrooms and he's tripping balls. who knows what he is actually seeing at the moment, however. ]}

THE FOREST_

_{[ Maybe he's been traveling with someone, or maybe someone has just stumbled upon him, but as if one bad mushroom incident isn't enough, here's another. See Exhibit A. This flashy looking assassin with an eyepatch is doubled over in the underground and he's definitely foaming viciously at the mouth. ]}

Hrrrk! H-How interesting! _{cough cough} !!! I have no choice but to collect these too!

_{[ yoink, followed by a full on coughing fit. ]}

THE (MALEWIFE) AU_

Honey, you're home~ ♡ I missed you so much!

_{[ Ah, yes. Coming home after a hard day's work and being met with a very ordinary house husband wrapping his arms around you was how you always spent your evenings in this quaint, ordinary and quaint feeling house. Anyhow, he looks cute in that matching blue apron and perfectly manicured nails. Please recognize that he got his nails done. ]}

What would you like for dinner? Your favorite? Takoyaki? Or perhaps ... me?

_{[ canned laughter is heard in the distance and Yugamu is blushing as he looks away!! Oh no, it's romcom!! Snap him out of it, or maybe you're also feeling domestic too! ]}

OOC_

hello!! if you would like to plot more, feel free to pp at justaways or friend me if we already have cr!! yugamu is a freak, please look at his permissions/opt out.

actually malewife is funnier because miss heiress would have a trophy malewife

[girlybruiser]

[ Getting on stage in front of others is not Haru's forte, so she avoids the amphitheatre when she can, but she has noted people who participate are really immersed in their roles. It must be fun, but she's far too shy to get up on a stage where everyone's eyes on her.

Unfortunately for her, she doesn't realize those immersed in their roles are still caught up in their performances. So when Yugamu's arms embrace her and she hears his voice practically in her ear, she nearly leaps out of her skin and shrieks a little. ]

H-Hey!

[ She squirms to remove herself from him, face beet red and heart pounding hard and fast, even as she hears the strange canned laughter from somewhere. ]

What are you doing?

Ruby Gloom | Ruby Gloom | Current Player

[bbbrightside]

[A: The Forest - Above Ground]
[Ruby had thought today would be a pleasant day for a picnic. No crypts around, to her knowledge, but a shady forest could be just as good, certainly.

But this forest is a tad darker than she's liking at the moment. Towering trees blocking out almost all light. It has the young girl shuffling down a path, a small basket hanging in the crook of her arm. A fairytale-esque scene. If only someone could appreciate it.]

Hello? Anybody? [...] When I was hoping for a little quiet, this is way more than I needed!

[B: The Nightmarket - Sweet Memories]
[There were too many options. So many trinkets and baubles and tchotchkes threatening to overflow in Ruby's bags, and yet there was even more. She was always going to wind up at the odd booth peddling memories. It was only a matter of time.

However, she still had to wait in line. Long as it was, people were coming and going. Selling and buying... none of it really made sense to Ruby until the person in front of her stepped up to buy a memory. Suddenly, her head swirled and filled with a scene from her past. A happy moment, captured in soft stage lights.

She blinked roughly, wiping her eyes.] W-whoa! Talk about a headrush.

[C: Wildcard]
[If nothing else works then put it here. Plot with me over at lightdrizzel!]

A

[a_cute_batata]

"Ruby?"

Luz was also finding her way around the forest and happened to stumble into someone she remembered befriending before being taken away and then brought back again. Seeing Ruby seemed lost (and she wasn't exactly remembering the way herself), Luz tried to at least feel comforting.

"It's me, Luz. Are you all right?"

Olivia Haas | Fear & Hunger: Termina | OTA

[thephotosynthesis]

-1- Brown-Eyed Girl

[ Out of one hellhole and into another, is it? At least this one is out in nature.

With a weary sigh, Olivia crawls back into her wheelchair and sets off into the dark woods. Normally the outdoors put her at ease, but something about this place is... wrong. It's too quiet. The trees loom closer than they should. She's being watched. This is an evil place.

At the first sound of anything other than herself - maybe a snapped twig, she spins around, brandishing a hefty tree branch like she's ready to bludgeon the offender to death. ]

Don't come any closer! I'm armed!

[ Despite her appearance, she does in fact seem like she's ready to kill. ]


-2- Mushroom Samba

[ Olivia is very much interested in the mushrooms, of course. Who wouldn't be? An undiscovered species! She's momentarily transfixed, hovering over one, marveling at its coloration and gill structure... but not touching it. She has too much experience with wild mushrooms for that.

If she sees anyone else approaching one, though, she speaks up. ]

Ah, be careful! They look nice, but I've never seen this species before. They could be deadly.


-3- Friends in Low Places

[ Despite her reluctance to eat any unknown plant species, a girl does have to drink eventually. Unfortunately, when watching for danger, the one direction she wasn't looking was below her feet. Rookie mistake, really.

Olivia lets out a scream as the roots below her give way, sending her tumbling into the depths. It's a nasty fall, sending her rolling away from her chair painfully. For a moment, it's all she can do to recover from having the wind knocked out of her; when she can breathe again, she groans. ]

Is anyone there? Hello?

[ Response or no, time to crawl back to her wheelchair. Nothing to be done but to keep moving. ]


-4- Madam Guillotine (cw: gore/body horror)

[ The notion of 'selling' painful memories is an odd one. There was a time when Olivia would have dismissed it as both a bad idea and an impossibility. That was before Prehevil. ]

Can you really do that? I mean, there are things I'd prefer to forget, but...

...Well, let's give it a try. I've got a couple in mind, you can take one if you'd like.

[ The transaction is completed, and--

A strange, hostile place. Winding wooden corridors, steam-churning machinery, bottomless chasms leading into the dark. Rolling cautiously through some kind of workshop building strange cubes, a terrifying visage emerges from the shadows. Nude, body covered in huge grotesque piercings, grinning manically, wielding a hooked, rusty blade as he advance.

"You! I've been looking for you EVERYWHERE! Just where did you think you ran off to? Don't you understand the hurry we are in!?"

He attacks relentlessly. Her attempts to fend the Janitor off are spirited, but futile. Swinging his blade again and again, she soon loses the ability to fight back and is thrown from her wheelchair forcefully.

"Let's see you dash around like a little jailbird without these chicken thighs of yours..."

Without hesitation or mercy, the Janitor begins using his weapon to saw off her right leg. It's not long before she blacks out from the pain.

Whoops, sorry about that. Olivia wasn't informed that the memory would be transferred to someone else. Seems she has no idea you just got saddled with that... although, if that's her memory, why does she still have both legs in the present? ]

Hata no Kokoro | Touhou Project | OTA

[nohproblem]

-1- Jo

[ If waking up in a haunted wood isn't bad enough, this girl might be one of the things haunting it, just based on vibes.

A girl floats through the wood, feet trailing a few inches above the ground. Surrounding her are theater masks, appearing and disappearing in a haze of ghostly blue flame. Her face reveals no emotion whatsoever, as if she were a lifeless doll.

Upon noticing anyone looking at her, Hata no Kokoro whirls to face them, jabbing an accusing finger in their direction. Everything about her body language - and the demonic mask partially obscuring her face - indicate a frantic, terrified rage, but her expression and tone of voice remain blankly neutral. ]

You there! I demand you release me from this prison and return me to my homeland, or else you shall face my wrath!


-2- Ha

[ Buying and selling memories? Of course, something like that would be possible. Selling memories holds no interest for Kokoro, but witnessing new memories... that would be interesting indeed.

But also, rude, to take without asking. Kokoro turns to the person behind her, bowing her head slightly. ]

This may seems an odd request, but I would like to borrow one of your memories. Perhaps I can come to understand emotions better by recalling them firsthand. How about it?


-3- Kyu

[ The amphitheater calls to her. After all, Kokoro was created to embody different roles and emotions on the stage. As a menreiki who has done battle with youkai-hunting humans, the most suitable tale for her is the one of supernatural creatures and their hunters. As one of the hunters.

When presented with a fellow actor, Kokoro strikes a dramatic, exaggerated pose - moving slowly at first, then accelerating in an impactful burst of movement. ]

Hear me, O wretched creature! I am Hata no Kokoro, slayer of demons and embodiment of vengeance! The tragedies your kind has inflicted upon my people can never be forgiven. Beg for your life, if you wish, but the gentle touch of mercy has left me long ago!