[Game 18] The Waking World

[arsgoetia]

After successfully talking Zan into waking up—the world around you starts to dissolve and break apart. There's a lurch, like the sensation of abruptly falling into sleep, but backwards; and all around you, the glass begins to crack apart, splintering and sending ocean water splashing everywhere, gushing forward, a cascade of blue and black, alternating between starfish and actual stars, suspended in liquid sky.

. . . reality seems to bleed in overtop of it and, sluggishly, you find yourselves waking up all over a suburban basement in New Jersey. There is a lamp on near the bed, where someone is still asleep, though fitfully beginning to wake up.

More noticeably, there is a woman sitting up in bed with him, arms wrapped around her bare knees as she watches them with amusement, extremely beautiful and . . . extremely familiar.

"Wow." One hand drops to Zan's hair. "I don't even know where to start with you guys."

Comments

[mayflowered]

[ARE YOU FUCKING WITH no of course. of course.]

[arsgoetia]

Tristan's eyes actually widen. "Huh."

[mayflowered]

A mistake may have been made.

[arsgoetia]

"A mistake seems to have been made," Tristan agrees.

[mayflowered]

I am pretty sure he didn't want me to end up here.

[arsgoetia]

"I'm getting that impression." Tristan smiles. Tightly.

[arsgoetia]

Jez runs down the basement stairs, in dog form, and flings herself against Lucia.

[mayflowered]

Whoa, Jez -- so you WERE here.