foundationmods | Dreamland (round 3)

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Dreamland (round 3)

[A strange house of some sort sits in the pitch black nothingness that exists around it. For those just now wandering in, they will be drawn to the building, finding it lit up in a way that it should not be. It's as if the whole area- house, yard, fence, and giant sakura tree- all give off their own light, and the newly-arrived are drawn to it like a moth to the flame.

Inside the boundary of the yard, the familiar faces of those who have passed on already will greet them. Depending on who is asked, they might give an accurate explanation. But even if they don't, one thing is clear: you don't want to leave this place. The area outside feels Dangerous, and it is probably best to stay put.

Fortunately, the house is built in an old style, and there are many rooms to explore. One room on the second floor seems locked, but the rest are open to explore as desired. The standard rooms are easy to find: kitchen, a W.C. and a bathroom, a sitting room of some sort, and a couple bedrooms (with plenty of futons for the dead to use). There are also several tatami mat rooms with nothing in them currently, but it seems like there might be some use for those rooms.

Around the house, perches for birds can be found. No birds are on them currently, though.

Sometimes Watanuki can be found in the house, but most of the time the dead will be left to their own devices. The question is, what will they do here?]

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[Shadow seems tired as he walks in through the gate, his wings still out. They vanish in a burst of golden light, revealing his normal back spines in their place.

He sits down on the mat and then flops backwards like a weird starfish]

Ugh.

[Sup, there's a robot pretending to human over here.]

So... How did the... Book thing go?

[Shadow doesn't sit up, or open his eyes. He just starfishes there and speaks]

It was... well. About what you would expect. The book was embellishing the truth. The girl desperately wanted things to be black and white, evil and good. But that's not how things are.

... Oh. Uh.

[Whelp.]

So, what was the truth of the thing?

The truth?

Her father regretted coming to America with his dark-skinned wife and son. He sent the girl to the party, and then set the fire in their home.

Many people did feel badly for her... they didn't think she was a witch at all. But they were too afraid to say anything...

And her husband, even after he remarried and had children -- he regretted not helping her.

[Shadow does tilt his head up, toward Natsuno as he walks in]

Anything to add, Koide?

. . . So I was right.

[ That the truth was being embellished the whole time. Although the truth is definitely not something he entirely expected. But it is a little sad. But messed up. ]

How did the others react?

[ He's admittedly a little curious. ]

Most of them had similar suspicions.

That's good.

[ He's honestly relieved, actually. ] I think they can make it through this, then. It'll be alright.

[His expression was drawn as he took in this short but troubling summary, for a moment he thought of a little girl he once encountered during a case.

Time, grief, and the need to justify a terrible fate... it would distort a story]

What will they do with the information?

With any luck? Confront Nirrti -- or whatever her name really is -- with what they know. Try and get her to accept that she has both good and evil in her, just as the people in the village did. Just as we all do.

[except maybe Sora. That kid might actually be pure good]

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[ He thinks that over for a bit before he responds. ]

She split herself in two. One part wanted to live, and one part wanted to die. You can't exist like that, with two dichotomies fighting for control in that way.

[ And on Shadows heels is Natsuno, though he doesn't have his wings out upon arrival. Also flopping onto a mat nearby. His head. ]

I think I'm going to need to sleep a second time after this tonight. If I can even do that. [ Or does he just sleep here??? This is just his life now. ]

[Anon's been ignoring the food and just rifling through the entirety of the alcohol selection. Want to help him out? He throws a mildly commiserating glance at the flopped over Natsuno.]

Aha, it was pretty loud even on people ears. I'm really glad my shell is just the hound keeper.

[Who knows what would have happened if he were some kind of hound thing.]

Try twice because jinrou and demon. [ Once he spends a few moments staring at the soul sky he'll sit up and move to join Anon. ]

I think...sake. I need something smooth.

Oh, are your senses twice as good now? I didn't know they stacked like that.

[He sounds faintly intrigued by this, though he shuffles over a little once Natsuno joins him to start going through the sake selection.]

I don't think I've had this stuff yet, actually. Do you have a favorite?

[ Thinking as he runs a finger over the bottles. ]

Starting from human it would be four but—I think so. [ He's kinda driving without a guide in both jinrou and demon life. ]

I've just had whatever Shadow's been drinking. The flowery ones are better than I thought they'd be, but my father said taru was the best. It's made in cedar barrels supposedly.

Heheh, I don't think human senses should count. Going around the island like that was like getting wrapped up in plastic wrap and then stuck in a can.

[That's probably not the best way he could have described that but look. It was a thing.

But it's fine, they're all winging it around here. He hums a little as he contemplates the sake.]

Nothing saying we can't try a little bit of both, though. Maybe we can start with the flower ones, for flower viewing!

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[ 'Kay laughing a bit at the image because it's both ridiculous and true. ]

It was worse being hungry on top of that. [ Humn, sure he can go along with that suggestion. ]

Hmn, it is fitting for hanami. [ ... ] Shimizu would be rolling in her grave if she wasn't paste on the road already.

[He looks just as pleased with himself as every other time he gets Natsuno to laugh. Given he usually looks pretty smug on a regular day it's pretty normal, but all the same...! It fades a little into thoughtfulness after a moment.]

Right, you were totally quieter back then, too. Come to think of it, are you getting blood now that you're back?

[It's an offhand-not-quite-offhand question. He's just going to start gathering some sake and cups, glancing back at Natsuno for direction since honestly he is only guessing at which ones he's supposed to grab. There's a small snicker when Shimizu comes up.]

I was wondering if she just ended up back in her grave or not. They buried her the first time, right?

[ Natsuno is pleased himself to see all the different types of grins Anon wears. The one he contributes towards are the best, though. ]

Not yet. I think I'm going to have to tomorrow...there's no point in not being at full strength for the weekend. Not from Erhard though, even if he probably would still enjoy it.

[ There's some thought as he works it through out loud, because he has a few ideas. It takes him a moment to catch the glance, and he'll help with the cups at least because it's less about proper sake drinking aesthetic and more about not wanting to get hammered. ]

They did and I dug her up. Or her grave, at least. There was nothing in there because she turned into a Shiki, which was a pain because I had a stake ready and everything.

Erhard really does have weird hobbies. But I think it's a good idea to be as prepared as you can be now that the game is winding down. Did you have somebody in mind already?

[Once they have things all together, Anon's going to pour for them, because that's apparently his first instinct. He's not as good with this as he inexplicably is with tea, but he seems perfectly happy to bustle around getting the spread all done and nice. Now they can just contemplate Watanuki's tree for as long as they and their fellow party guests feel like.]

Ahaha, I bet Shiki totally expect people to try and stake them in there. I wondered if they were sleeping there, like some of the stories, but that would be pretty stupid. Why would she roll around in her grave, anyway?

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