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foundationmods ([personal profile] foundationmods) wrote2019-04-07 06:44 pm
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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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[personal profile] sotoshini 2019-05-03 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ The somewhat desperate element of the embrace is mutual, and it can very much be felt even if it's going to be left unsaid. Natsuno's never really liked touch, just like he's never really liked most people. Even when he has, it's felt largely unnecessary and just something else he doesn't understand.

He doesn't understand it much better now, but he does feel it. And he feels it on his skin, in his heart, even in this dream that he hopes is real. He has to lift his head up a bit to answer (maybe that's not entirely true, but something Anon has taught him is not to hide from himself), and so he does even though his cheeks are still dusted pink. ]


We do whatever we want. Together. [ Give him a moment and he'll properly find his head, but they've earned this lofty moment. ]