DREAM POST

[murimurimuri]

Free-for-all dream post!

Make your own dream threads, hop into others'. Bounce characters off each other, try out effects, see what sticks. Anything you want to keep you can keep, anything that isn't working, it was ~all just a dream~.

ESSENTIALLY:
- The character does not remember their name
- Something else is missing/altered as well. Memories? Feelings? Abilities? It's up to you. o7

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[court_chesster]

[in a tone that very clearly states "you are dumb and I am tired of arguing with you":]

Right. Of course.

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Just giving you this look.]

[And going to keep walking.]

[court_chesster]

[Follows along sullenly. The world becomes darker and more barren as they go; even as they reach where the buildings are not burnt, any festivities are over. People hide in their homes, turning off the lights as the strangers approach.]

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Hmm. But where did the people on the move end up?]

[court_chesster]

[Hiding, maybe? Or they've moved on ahead. At any rate, clouds are gathering.]

...Great.

[whenitrainsitstorms]

...storms. Just what we need.

We'd better find someplace to take shelter.

[And that lights-out reception doesn't give me much hope for the hospitality of the locals.]

[court_chesster]

Nobody's going to let us in...

[eyes flitting around]

...Look for an apartment building with a lot of floors. We can hide in the stairwell.

[whenitrainsitstorms]

If it's not locked.

[Scanning for a larger building, though - and trying the door when he spots it. Sure enough, locked.]

[That storm is coming on fast, too. Forget gathering clouds. The sky to the east has gone black as ink, and the approaching rain looks like a solid sheet.

[court_chesster]

Maybe we can break in?

[Digs through his pockets looking for a lockpick or something like it. He finds a gun.]

Hmm...

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Glances it over; there's zero recognition for what that thing is, but he nods at the suggestion. The storm is sweeping toward them, flashes of lightning visible in the clouds, the strength of the wind bending and snapping trees like they were twigs.]

Step back.

[And he's going to try and brute force it. Just slamming into it with his shoulder, here.]

[court_chesster]

[Opens his mouth and then closes it. This is not what he was about to suggest, but if this guy wants to bang himself up knocking in a door, why would he protest?]

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Hits it hard and bounces back - then braces himself and tries again.]

[He glances back over his shoulder to where the storm is howling in like a live thing, spraying its first rain onto the nearby roofs in a rush of sound.]

[Then he backs up a few steps and throws himself at it full on. The door shudders under the impact and finally slams in, and he goes staggering inside under the sudden give, skin seeming to smoke slightly.]

[court_chesster]

[The gun is promptly hidden once more on his person.]

Hooraaay~!

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[From inside.:]

Get in here, already.

[court_chesster]

Yeah, yeah~

[he doesn't need to be told twice, and he ushers the tiger and bunnies in after him before doing his best to shut the door behind them]

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Good thing you got the door closed. No sooner is it shut than the storm hits.]

[The rain pounding on the roof sounds like someone up above the clouds is throwing down buckets full of nails, and the force of the wind actually shakes the building. There's a massive shattering of glass, and a tree branch as thick as a person's arm comes hurtling through the window.]

[The puppy still in the crook of his arm whimpers.]

Let's get out of the entryway.

[court_chesster]

[Yelps and leaps back, very nearly tripping over the cub.]

...y-yeah. Maybe there's a basement we can hide in.

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Outside, the thunder sounds like the whole world is falling down, and the lightning flashes a second later, practically on top of it.]

Right.

[Heading deeper into the building; he opens the first door he comes to and peers up the stairs, toward the roof.]

Not here.

[court_chesster]

Anywhere is fine as long as there are no windows.

[Glancing around and fidgeting nervously. That storm has him rattled.]

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Something large-sounding thuds from outside, and there is the distant noise of more breaking glass. He glances toward the place where the broken window is now letting in enough rain to puddle on the floor and gives a terse nod.]

Come on, then.

[court_chesster]

[Picks up the tiger, letting the rabbits hop up into his jacket and onto his shoulders, and hurries along.]

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Shuts the door after them - and everything goes suddenly pitch black.]

[court_chesster]

Of course...

[sssssssigh]

Ah well. At least we're inside now.

[Plops down against a wall.]

[whenitrainsitstorms]

As long as the bottom floor doesn't flood, we should be safe here.

[Sinks down to sit on the bottom step, himself.]

[court_chesster]

Yeah.

[Curling up a little]

... Everything was fine until you showed up.