[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

[arsgoetia]

"I think we still got more than enough. You want me to track the kid?"

[thedevilyouknowbiblically]

I'm not sure that will be necessary at this juncture, Tristan. Happy New Years, by the way.

[arsgoetia]

"Yeah, you too, boss. I'll pick up some plane tickets to ship, uh, your lost items home."

[thedevilyouknowbiblically]

You can keep one, if you like.

[arsgoetia]

"Nah, she's cute, but noisy." Tristan possibly reconsiders joking about Lucia Bellcourt to Sidney's face (so to speak) and adds— "I'm assuming I'm not needed further."

[thedevilyouknowbiblically]

You may go.

[There's a snap and fizzle of power, around the same time that Sidney hangs up.]