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Who: Rabastan Lestrange and anyone who feels like joining.
Where: Dreamscape
What: Bastie's dreams
Summary: Being inside Bast's head is a little surreal to say the least.
Rating: TBA
Whoever fell into this had been in their beds or wherever they were one moment, the next they were sitting on a tree branch overlooking fields of gold and green in what looked like the middle of one of those pastoral paintings. Sitting next to them was a catboy, complete with tail and ears, not to mention his hair and clothing being a shocking shade of neon blue.
The catboy was hanging upside down by his knees, as calm as any Buddha as he dangled there from the odd tree branch. Instead of being hard wood, it was soft and velvety as if it were nothing more than a stuffed animal but it was as stiff as a real tree. One's fingers could sink into it a ways before encountering a firm inner core. Even if it had been real, the branch wouldn't have been able to hold their combined weight. Somehow, this one was. The grass beneath their feet (if they weren't in the small tree) felt like velvet despite how real it looked and smelled.
Off in the distance, the landscape became strangely flat as if it were nothing but a painting. Around them was nothing but more of that weird grass and a few other trees. The catboy opened one electric blue eye and peered at them curiously.
Where: Dreamscape
What: Bastie's dreams
Summary: Being inside Bast's head is a little surreal to say the least.
Rating: TBA
Whoever fell into this had been in their beds or wherever they were one moment, the next they were sitting on a tree branch overlooking fields of gold and green in what looked like the middle of one of those pastoral paintings. Sitting next to them was a catboy, complete with tail and ears, not to mention his hair and clothing being a shocking shade of neon blue.
The catboy was hanging upside down by his knees, as calm as any Buddha as he dangled there from the odd tree branch. Instead of being hard wood, it was soft and velvety as if it were nothing more than a stuffed animal but it was as stiff as a real tree. One's fingers could sink into it a ways before encountering a firm inner core. Even if it had been real, the branch wouldn't have been able to hold their combined weight. Somehow, this one was. The grass beneath their feet (if they weren't in the small tree) felt like velvet despite how real it looked and smelled.
Off in the distance, the landscape became strangely flat as if it were nothing but a painting. Around them was nothing but more of that weird grass and a few other trees. The catboy opened one electric blue eye and peered at them curiously.