thousand dreams, lotus boats upon the waters

[promittere]

NEW MOON ADAGIO

Between the constant requests from the North and the sense of tension that pervades the manor, Sage Tatara makes an executive decision: we're going North, baby.

Of all the things that have happened thus far, let this be the ultimate test of your magic. Even as we near summer, it's frigid. Protect yourselves and your allies from the cold. Protect yourselves while also fighting off monsters (or other territorial wizards, should you make the terrible mistake of wandering into another's territory), flying through the vast wilderness, or protecting the poor humans who need your help to survive. Time to blow off some of your steam. Just be sure to obey Tatara's one rule: don't kill each other.

One particular problem of note is in the Forest of Dreams. Without its guardian, many of these rogue monsters and dangerous predators, displaced from their normal habitats, have found their way into the forest. Many of them, however, are unable to survive against the fatal toxin, and there are plenty of animal corpses and mana stones that litter the forest. It might be best to clean these up before the forest guardian returns...

That said, the toxin is yet another thing you must protect yourself against in addition to the cold. While you can likely keep yourself from dying from the toxins, you may not be immune to its effects. This deadly toxin causes anyone who breathes it in to dream and hallucinate vividly, be it images of the past, imagined futures, thoughts of the present processed and warped...

Strangely enough, those nearby may end up sharing in your dreams... Did you want the darkest recesses of your thoughts, hopes, and fears unearthed for others to see?

Those who decide to venture far past the more populated (in relative terms) parts of the North may find themselves stumbling upon what looks to be an abandoned bandit hideout. It seems it's been abandoned for quite a while—nothing to loot here, sorry!—but there sure are a whole lot of monsters that have decided to make this hidden corner of the North their home.

While you're at it, you may find a nearby cave. Beautiful crystals dot the walls and the floors, and there are small pools of hot spring water free for relaxing. It seems to be relatively free of monsters, too. So maybe this wouldn't be a bad spot to relax, away from everything else?

However, there's one thing that makes this cave truly unique, and it isn't the vistas or the springs—it's the bats. These bats hear echoes of the past and replay them for visitors. Should you stay a while and listen, a bat may pay you a visit. And when it does, it may play for you the voices from the memories of visitors past, whose stories may hold a clue or two to your circumstances...

While the Forest of Dreams is a memory/dreamshare free for all, the aural memories replayed by the bats in the Cave of Time will come from one of the original wizards only. If you'd like an audio replay of a perhaps significant moment either in their personal life or a clue as to what happened to them (it will be randomized), then please reply to this comment!

JOB BOARD

Clean-up and repairs. While thanks to the hard work of your Eastern friends the worst was prevented, the City of Rain emerged from their short ordeal a little worse for wear.

Buildings need repair, blood needs to be cleaned off the streets, the injured need help. This is, perhaps, the only time you will be allowed to use magic openly in the city (you've been given permits and everything!), but you still are not allowed to talk outside of designated zones. Please, please don't get arrested...

As for the scrap that litters the streets? Unfortunately, you'll have to take it back to the scrapyard. But this time, there's a big, roaring bonfire out there. Just chuck all the scrap and debris in the fire. The city isn't taking any second chances—extreme situations call for extreme measures.

Reverence. Several Northern villages are currently outside the protection of a wizard, and have requested the sage's wizards' presence. They're terrified of the monsters and worried the barriers for their villages will fail sooner than later. They don't simply ask for help for free, however, and these smaller villages are steeped in their tradition—they'll pay you their respects, praying to you, offering you gifts, groveling at your feet, in hopes for a modicum of your time and protection. Do their offerings please you? Then assist them with what you deem appropriate for their worship to you: kill a few monsters for them, or a lot if you're pleased. Strengthen the barrier a lot, or not at all if you're displeased. It's up to you! You have the power here. What's it like to be a god for a day?

Ladies' night. The monthly lady officers' gathering is coming up in the City of Affluence—it's an exclusive meetup for the women involved in and related to Western military and bureaucratic affairs. Anyone is welcome, so long as they meet two requirements: they are outwardly presenting feminine, and they have an invitation to the gathering. Here's your chance to flex your transformation and glamour spells! Infiltrate the meetup with a disguise and a fake invitation, mingle, enjoy the drinks, the jazz, the entertainment, and find out what you can... What's the Western army up to? Be careful, though—don't get caught and kicked out!

The attendees seem to be excited about the new phantasmagoria technology and the upcoming display, and many whisper about the upcoming Venator meteor shower...

G'RAHA TASKS

Greetings, new friends! I am G'raha Tia, and while I hesitate to call myself a mentor or a replacement for the one you had, I am eternally grateful for the assistance I received and will do my best to help your cause in any way I can. To that end, I feel I may need to be caught up to speed on the events and get to know all of you.

We can have some tea and sandwiches and have a discussion! That's the best way to learn, sometimes.

TATARA ACTIVITIES

Even if we're not here for very long, I think we should leave our mark (not literally! Don't paint on the walls!). I got paint and big paper in the dining hall, but no brushes... Do you know what that means? Finger paint! Finger paint a portrait of yourself with your name and I'll hang it up in the library when they're all done!

Thanks to Cid and Khun, my camcorder works now. The thing is, what's the point of filming anything if we have no way to watch the film?! Could you guys work together to make some kind of projector? Or like...VHS player? We could have a movie night together!

OOC NOTES

🌙 Welcome to your fourth event! It's your dreamshare and memshare event! Ready to open up with your deepest and darkest secrets?
🌙 We're halfway through the game. How do you feel?
🌙 Back at the manor, Kurapika and Maya have set up a bulletin board! Leave comments, argue with your neighbors, have fun. Be nice. Don't set it on fire.
🌙 On the admin side of things, Lav has swapped out Wanderer for G'raha! Please say hello to your new mentor NPC.
🌙 Your OOC plotting post is here! Remember to keep all wider plotting to the post, and remember to check back frequently, since not everyone checks plurk or discord all the time.
🌙 The next country to go on their mission is North. Do you think a PVP-enabled mission will go well?

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Comments

[troublereduction]

[ Day gives a wry smile in return ]

Bet it sounds like that. [ ... ] But even if it's inevitable, I can't remember the last time I wanted to have hope in somethin' pointless. [ An affirmation of a sort, to whatever Ginger may be thinking. ]

...I heard that this forest makes people see things. It's why people sometimes come here if they wanna die gently, supposedly. [ You thought the morbid talk was over? Haha. ] And maybe I've been thinkin' 'bout it more often lately, 'cause this damn world sees fit to keep pickin' at a certain wound the past few weeks.

[lustro]

It’s not pointless. You’re - not pointless either. Help stitch yourself up with that change first.

[ So this world can stop picking at an open wound.

He looks at the trees, at the sky peeking through the branches and leaves - and sighs. A forest with the power to see into people’s memories… What are the chances that this would happen twice? ]

Did you… want this to happen?

[ Since it sounds like Day knew beforehand. ]

[troublereduction]

[ ...You know, for all Ginger would say he isn't kind, Day thinks it still means something that he bothers to tell him this sort of thing.

But to Ginger's question: ]

Hell no. [ Please, he knows people won't be happy to see that part of his life. Why would he want it to happen? ] It's just that ever since that damned ghost gave us the longest mornin' of our lives, it seems to keep remindin' me of the worst day of my life?

[ So, you know, he isn't surprised that a part of it is on display here. Unsure if this is an improvement over the nightmares he had for a while. ]

...You doin' okay? [ Since Day knows that even if it's just a memory, seeing it while being in Day's metaphorical shoes probably wasn't great either. ]

[lustro]

[ That smile… ]

Well, I’m glad it was me since - … you’re important to me so I want to know this stuff if it bothers you. Just sorry you didn’t get a say in showing it.

I did that to someone important once… It’s probably my biggest regret? [ It’s still raw, the memory of what he’s done, so he brings the subject back to Day. ] Next time I’ll just ask before this can happen again.

[ He holds out his hand, casual in the way he offers, and he thinks - that’s how it should be with them. Everything a little better when it’s them. And maybe Day will smile something not angry.

(Though Ginger can appreciate that smile, too.) ]

1/2

[troublereduction]

[ Oh, this is...

It takes a while for Day to respond, like some thought occurred to him and he needed to chew on it for a bit right then and there. He...

Well, he kind of figured Ginger was the kind of person who was perfectly happy with a small world, so even though this isn't the first time Ginger's said it, it still feels surreal to hear that he's someone important to him. Which says a lot about himself, he realises. It'll probably be a while until he can get used to the idea of existing long-term in people's lives.

...But it was still worth having to negotiate with his own feelings, internally, if this is what he can settle with.

Day quietly files away that mention of regret and someone important, knowing that Ginger isn't keen on talking about it right now, and he reaches to take Ginger's offered hand. ]

Heh, that keen on hearin' all the unpleasant stuff? [ It's half a joke— ]

[troublereduction]

[ And then there's this sudden feeling in the air, not unlike what they felt when they both first stepped out into the elevator into this world, just smaller in scale.

Day is looking up in confusion and mild alarm, because this feeling also reminds him of something else related to work that he sure as hell wasn't expecting to ever feel here. ]

...Ginger, did you feel that?

[lustro]

[ Ginger looks down at their hands, then blinks up at Day - the expression on his face says, yes, he feels it.

It’s a little strange, and yet largely expected. He’s mildly confused, but absolutely unsurprised - that Day feels right. That’s it. That’s the feeling. ]

Is… [ Straight-faced, only the barest hint of a smile. ] … this the spirits’ way of saying I won’t be forgetting you anytime soon?

[ And then he grins and laughs. They make sense together, but it sure makes all the anguish before this seem a little… silly. Nothing is solved, but isn’t this hope tapping them both on their backs? ]

So what is this? Besides right.

[troublereduction]

[ Day isn't sure if he should cry or laugh. Oh, no, actually, he knows he'd always pick laugh instead of cry. He doesn't know if this is fitting or ironic or both.

He can't help but smile either, especially when Ginger's already laughing. Right, that's the only word that really suits this. No matter what, Ginger feels right. ]

The spirits are just as bad as fate. [ There's no heat to it, but man. ] ...But maybe this is an idea for stayin' in people's memories.

[lustro]

[ And just like fate, it’s no use questioning the spirits? ]

I’ll talk to Tatara or G’raha about that. But I think we can use whatever… this… is to help.

[troublereduction]

[ There's no use when the spirits asked Day to stay when he'd only be around for a month, is what Day has figured. ]

I can talk to G'raha. Been meanin' to pick his brain 'bout somethin', since he seems to know his way 'round memories.

[ ... ]

Do I gotta worry 'bout your boy? [ Is he joking? Is he serious? Fushigi mystery. ]

[lustro]

[ He’s nodding along until that last question: ]

… You mean Mika? Why?

[troublereduction]

I mean. How's he gonna feel that his... [ ...What the hell are Ginger and Mika right now exactly, he isn't entirely sure? Stabbing in the dark here: ] boyfriend has a fated bond with some other guy, even if it's different?

[lustro]

Well, he won’t be happy, but there’s nothing to be done.

[ After all, both Mika and Ginger are already tied to other people: Yuu and Rum, respectively. Then he remembers - oh, that time. ]

If you mean how he acted right after our mission, he was just… unwell then. It’ll be fine. He won’t hunt you down or anything.

[troublereduction]

[ Despite himself, Day sighs in relief, and perhaps a bit of a certain kind of bone-tired exhaustion. ]

Good, 'cause it didn't exactly feel great. [ In the sense that at the time his friendship suddenly felt like an unwanted intrusion in someone else's relationship, and because Day hadn't been looking forward to possibly having to be the responsible grown-up about what he felt was ultimately a petty situation.

In the tone of someone who's had enough attempts on his life even before his life took a wild, wizardy turn, such that it could be a joke or serious or a bit of both: ]

And I was kinda worried that I was gonna be back to expectin' murder attempts every other week or so.

[ ...

This will be the last time he'll ever allude to these feelings, Day decides. Just a reaffirmation of what Ginger means to him, and that he'll be okay (sort of, because Day seems to have a knack for setting himself up for disappointment). ]

There's someone else I like now.