[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

[savethedatasaveyourworld]

[hisses and tries to kick him.

i hope you are out of range mr.]

[rootless]

[scoots next to her]

[savethedatasaveyourworld]

He fucking kissed me.

[rootless]

Lust demon. Unfortunately it's kind of his schtick. How are you feeling?

[savethedatasaveyourworld]

Like I've just been drugged.

Slag.

[rootless]

I can't promise anything, but I can try to lessen it?

[savethedatasaveyourworld]

Please. I can't— ugh.

[rootless]

[lays a warm hand on her forehead and pours healing energy into her

which luckily actually works]

[savethedatasaveyourworld]

[just kind of. flops against him.]

…Thanks. What a fucker. Literally and figuratively.

[rootless]

[gently pats her shoulder]

Yeah, kind of. A lot of us have really questionable taste.

[savethedatasaveyourworld]

Seriously? You've done him?

[sounds kind of morbidly curious.]

So what forms were you two wearing? You know, for science.

[rootless]

Both guys.

[shifts back while he's thinking about it, and tips his head to where Tristan's done the same]

[savethedatasaveyourworld]

Huh. Okay.

[not in a "thinking about you two fucking" kind of tone, but in a "neat factoid" tone.]

[rootless]

[he wouldn't really care either way but also that's nice.

...shifts his horns back while he's thinking about it, and his hair goes green and loooong.

yes he's been holding a pretty human disguise this whole time.]

This is what I normally look like.

[savethedatasaveyourworld]

Cool, but I've seen weirder if you're expecting me to freak out.

And you still have shitty taste.

[rootless]

I wasn't expecting you to freak out.

And I've been told I don't have taste at all. Which I won't argue with.

[savethedatasaveyourworld]

[snorts, then just… cracks up into stress-relief laughter.]

[rootless]

[...can't help but join her, a little stilted]