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Characters: Kaioh Michiru and open ♥
When: During the dreamscape event.
Where: Michiru's mind.
Rating: PG-PG-13? R, maybe?
Summary: Michiru's dreamscape!
The dream is simple but elegant. You find yourself standing in the vast exhibition room of a museum. Impossibly large paintings hang from the walls, pictures of faces you can almost recognize, of castles and gardens that seem familiar but difficult to remember entirely.
Four wide hallways branch off from the room, one in each cardinal direction:
To the north, the exhibition hall continues, exquisite paintings hanging in frames.
To the south, the hallway leads into a theater, and the slow, rich music of a violin breathes occasionally into the room.
To the east, the hallway seems to feed directly into a warm, comfortable kitchen. Snatches of conversation, mostly about dinner, filter through every now and again.
To the west, a cold courtyard to an empty, majestic castle can be seen.
Before making a decision, you will notice Michiru, standing in front of one of the comically oversized paintings on the wall. Her hair is twisted and pinned to the back of her head, and, despite the fact that she is barefoot, she wears a beautiful, seafoam-green gown.
"Well?" She asks as she turns to you and offers you her arm, and her smile is a little wry, as if she's playing a game that she didn't sign up for. "Which way are we going?"
When: During the dreamscape event.
Where: Michiru's mind.
Rating: PG-PG-13? R, maybe?
Summary: Michiru's dreamscape!
The dream is simple but elegant. You find yourself standing in the vast exhibition room of a museum. Impossibly large paintings hang from the walls, pictures of faces you can almost recognize, of castles and gardens that seem familiar but difficult to remember entirely.
Four wide hallways branch off from the room, one in each cardinal direction:
To the north, the exhibition hall continues, exquisite paintings hanging in frames.
To the south, the hallway leads into a theater, and the slow, rich music of a violin breathes occasionally into the room.
To the east, the hallway seems to feed directly into a warm, comfortable kitchen. Snatches of conversation, mostly about dinner, filter through every now and again.
To the west, a cold courtyard to an empty, majestic castle can be seen.
Before making a decision, you will notice Michiru, standing in front of one of the comically oversized paintings on the wall. Her hair is twisted and pinned to the back of her head, and, despite the fact that she is barefoot, she wears a beautiful, seafoam-green gown.
"Well?" She asks as she turns to you and offers you her arm, and her smile is a little wry, as if she's playing a game that she didn't sign up for. "Which way are we going?"