[Good evening Luceti. Are you all doing well? Lets hope you're getting some good rest and shut eye because it's usually a long day in the craziest village ever
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[In this next dream, a group of five teenagers in wildly-dissonant outfits-one boy and girl both in modern clothing, a boy in armor, a girl in a simple robe, and a young woman dressed in such a way to suggest that she were possibly of nobility-can be seen walking along a dirt path, cutting through a forest in their trek toward what appears to be a city some distance away
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[As the group begins to move closer they might notice a flickering dim yellow light near the source of the noise, hovering overhead and watching the group.]
Still stuck. I need to figure out a way to break out of this.
[Approaching a small cluster of bushes, Zain pushes a few branches aside and looks to the ground beyond them, but finds nothing.
"See, I told you. Whatever it was, he was imagining it."
The robed girl shoots Jason another look. "Oh, shut it."
"If what he heard is not to be found on the ground, then perhaps..." The noble-dressed woman takes a look to the trees above, "perhaps the air."
"Yeah, okay, sure." Jason is being skeptical. Or just annoying. Or both. Despite this, he's at least humoring her by following her gaze. "Look, Bronera, the scenic shourcut thing is nice and all, but it's not exactly a shortcut if Zain keeps stopping us for who-knows-whoa. You guys never said anything about freaking giant fireflies. Hey, Brooke, get a load of this!"
The as-of-yet quiet girl looks for herself, her previous worry changing into mild confusion. Something seems odd to her about this, but she can't quite place it just yet.]
[Giant fireflies. Are they talking about her? She comes closer to the group, looking over them carefully. One of them might be the person making up this dream.]
It's a family of three, outside, sitting at a small wooden table. The grass is green, the sky is black. In the center of the table is a cake, with numerous little colorful candles sticking out of it. The girl in front of them, her hair cut in a short bob and with her glasses obscuring nearly half her face, smiles brightly as the two older ones sing, "Happy Birthday, Anri!"
The smile on her face just continues to get bigger.
Congratulations, you found a lonely little girl! ]
[ A city in ruins opens up, so damaged that even parts of the ground have crumbled and turned up in chunks. Dull streetlights lean over the former roads. Even the buildings lie half-sunken into the ground, their pieces scattered in a broken sprawl.
For all this destruction, there's no sign of bodies or blood anywhere throughout the wreckage. No sign of life. . . except a little thread of music leading further in. It sounds like someone playing a lullaby. ]
[Paprika rides into the city, doing her best to avoid chunks on the ground while riding around on her moped. A city in ruins. The dreams seem to be getting stranger and stranger as she moves along. As soon as her ears catch the music she starts moving towards it, curious as to what she might find.]
[ The music eventually leads to a clearing in the wreckage, in which a circle of striped tents has been set up. The source itself keeps going past that, nowhere to be seen. There is, however, a boy balancing very precariously on a huge rubber ball with four plates stacked in one hand. The broken ground isn't making it any easier, but he's managing so far. As Paprika arrives, he'll toss the plates into the air, one after another. Commence juggling attempt! ]
[Striped tents. Oh boy, this brings back memories of Konakawa's dreams. She gets off the moped and moves towards the boy. As she passes a large piece of wreckage she takes the opportunity to change into a clown, as an attempt to blend into the crowd. She approaches the boy on the rubber ball curiously. Not saying anything just yet - don't want to break his focus after all.]
[This dream is in a jungle. A big, very green jungle! There are sounds of animals-birds, monkeys, was that a lion?-and in the middle of the clearing is Elicia, holding a cooking pan and a explorer's hat.... She looks very distressed.
Also, there may or may not be a walking stuffed bear at her side.]
[In the jungle Elicia might notice a flickering light near some of the trees she's by. There's a small buzzing sound accompanying the sound of it's small wings moving about as it keeps flight.]
A jungle this time? It can't be the detective's dream though.
[It's another normal day on the Baratie... as normal as a floating-restaurant full of ex-pirates can get. They chefs have tossed out their latest shithead for causing trouble, leaving him at the mercy of mother nature. Cheers fill the dining area and another round of honored guests float to be seated.
Sanji? He's hanging in the back. They've finally got enough waiters that the sous chef has no reason to be donning the server attitude. But he's on the lookout for any gorgeous ladies who catch his eye.
[When Paprika sees a restaurant entrance she gets a little excited. It's feels like forever since she had a good drink and she feels like she could definitely use a couple. So she goes into the restaurant and waits to be seated.
If Sanji notices her the filial wings are in full sight, as she doesn't need to transform for this dream.]
[Spot her he does, but the oddity of wings (at least for the dream) is slow to make an impression. He's happy enough that's she's cute and presumably hungry.]
Welcome, our claimed guest~! [Sanji shoos off a seater; he's got this covered. And then bows for Paprika] Would the lovely miss prefer one of our window seats? The expanse of ocean right next to you, perfect for whetting the appetite.
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Still stuck. I need to figure out a way to break out of this.
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"See, I told you. Whatever it was, he was imagining it."
The robed girl shoots Jason another look. "Oh, shut it."
"If what he heard is not to be found on the ground, then perhaps..." The noble-dressed woman takes a look to the trees above, "perhaps the air."
"Yeah, okay, sure." Jason is being skeptical. Or just annoying. Or both. Despite this, he's at least humoring her by following her gaze. "Look, Bronera, the scenic shourcut thing is nice and all, but it's not exactly a shortcut if Zain keeps stopping us for who-knows-whoa. You guys never said anything about freaking giant fireflies. Hey, Brooke, get a load of this!"
The as-of-yet quiet girl looks for herself, her previous worry changing into mild confusion. Something seems odd to her about this, but she can't quite place it just yet.]
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I'm not a firefly.
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It's a family of three, outside, sitting at a small wooden table. The grass is green, the sky is black. In the center of the table is a cake, with numerous little colorful candles sticking out of it. The girl in front of them, her hair cut in a short bob and with her glasses obscuring nearly half her face, smiles brightly as the two older ones sing, "Happy Birthday, Anri!"
The smile on her face just continues to get bigger.
Congratulations, you found a lonely little girl! ]
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Anri-san, is it? It's a lovely name. [She's tentative to say 'happy birthday' because it could just be a memory.]
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... Yes. Hello, Miss. Ah... excuse me but, who are you?
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[she looks over to the table and then to Anri] How old are you?
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For all this destruction, there's no sign of bodies or blood anywhere throughout the wreckage. No sign of life. . . except a little thread of music leading further in. It sounds like someone playing a lullaby. ]
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Also, there may or may not be a walking stuffed bear at her side.]
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A jungle this time? It can't be the detective's dream though.
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Oooh, a light! Hello, mister Light! Where're you going?
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I'm not a light. I'm a fairy. What are you doing in the jungle?
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Sanji? He's hanging in the back. They've finally got enough waiters that the sous chef has no reason to be donning the server attitude. But he's on the lookout for any gorgeous ladies who catch his eye.
That's one job he'll never slack on]
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If Sanji notices her the filial wings are in full sight, as she doesn't need to transform for this dream.]
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Welcome, our claimed guest~! [Sanji shoos off a seater; he's got this covered. And then bows for Paprika] Would the lovely miss prefer one of our window seats? The expanse of ocean right next to you, perfect for whetting the appetite.
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