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entrancelogs2016-07-24 09:02 pm
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[Open] Price is simple, Rather sparing. Time is slipping.
Who: Bill Cipher + Arya Stark + and YOU!
Where: IN YOUR D R E A M S-- no, literally.
When: During Sleep Curse event
Rating: PG at worst, will follow up.
Summary: A catch all for the Sleep event! Bill has a deal to make and dreams to visit! Need a companion in your comatose slumber? Want someone to laugh at you while drinking a martini while you angst about your regrets in the nightmare fire room? LOOK NO FURTHER!
The Story:
[Catch all OTA:]
Bill watched the communicator with rapt attention.
It's a crying shame it had already been announced the Sleep spell would last a mere 24 hours. Having a surplus of hostages he alone could communicate with would have made for a great bargaining chip! Still, not a total loss. He has more than a few people he has been intending to visit, and now makes for the perfect time.
In fact, with this amount of people falling prey to Henry's curse and unexpected dreamscapes cropping up left and right, it's getting a little harder than usual to navigate them. Bill wouldn't be surprised if he wound up in an entirely different dream than the one he intended. Those new rooms of pure misery and hellfire certainly looked entertaining!
Who knows, maybe you might even walk in on him.
[Closed to Arya]:
From the moment she first answered his call it seemed this was destined to happen. So ready to ask questions, to curious for answers-- so vulnerable a state. Bill barely needed to impose any will at all in tugging Arya Stark's conversation in his needed direction. She was ready to make a deal.
Peering into the girl's memories, Bill reached for something familiar and comforting. A large room with thick fabric-laden chairs, with wooden floors and a roaring fire. That was just the tip of the triangle, of course! As a bonus he kept the atmosphere loose enough for the girl to bend the room's make-up however she pleased. A bit of trust to help ease her in. Didn't want to scare off his first customer in Wonderland, after all!
Both parties had a bit too much of something to gain.
Where: IN YOUR D R E A M S-- no, literally.
When: During Sleep Curse event
Rating: PG at worst, will follow up.
Summary: A catch all for the Sleep event! Bill has a deal to make and dreams to visit! Need a companion in your comatose slumber? Want someone to laugh at you while drinking a martini while you angst about your regrets in the nightmare fire room? LOOK NO FURTHER!
The Story:
[Catch all OTA:]
Bill watched the communicator with rapt attention.
It's a crying shame it had already been announced the Sleep spell would last a mere 24 hours. Having a surplus of hostages he alone could communicate with would have made for a great bargaining chip! Still, not a total loss. He has more than a few people he has been intending to visit, and now makes for the perfect time.
In fact, with this amount of people falling prey to Henry's curse and unexpected dreamscapes cropping up left and right, it's getting a little harder than usual to navigate them. Bill wouldn't be surprised if he wound up in an entirely different dream than the one he intended. Those new rooms of pure misery and hellfire certainly looked entertaining!
Who knows, maybe you might even walk in on him.
[Closed to Arya]:
From the moment she first answered his call it seemed this was destined to happen. So ready to ask questions, to curious for answers-- so vulnerable a state. Bill barely needed to impose any will at all in tugging Arya Stark's conversation in his needed direction. She was ready to make a deal.
Peering into the girl's memories, Bill reached for something familiar and comforting. A large room with thick fabric-laden chairs, with wooden floors and a roaring fire. That was just the tip of the triangle, of course! As a bonus he kept the atmosphere loose enough for the girl to bend the room's make-up however she pleased. A bit of trust to help ease her in. Didn't want to scare off his first customer in Wonderland, after all!
Both parties had a bit too much of something to gain.
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Or.. so it would appear. If Nageki dares to gaze into said flames, he just might see something. What almost looks like a figure and--
“Good MORNING!!! Or is it MOURNING? Hehe! You know, its hard to tell sometimes-- what with all this INESCAPABLE HELL FIRE of INNER ANGUISH? ANYWAY!”
-- A glowing, one-eyed triangle comes soaring out. Bill wastes no time in hovering over the stranger, giving the room a once over. He gestures emphatically at the Pidgeon with his cane.
“Well, well, welly-well! WHAT HAVE WE HERE? Not HUMAN that's for sure. Not often I deal with the avian variety. I LIKE IT. Where does the Universe get off assuming everyone's a HAIRY- TWO-EYED- BIPED anyway? Good to have a CHANGE of SHAPE for once!”
I'm sorry for taking so long to reply.
Bill's chatter gives Nageki some extra time to assess the situation. He mumbles softly: "...mourning dove."
At this point, the response is almost automatic. Hardly anyone in Wonderland knows what to make of him and it's rare to find someone who knows his species here. He often explains what he is when he meets someone new. Even, it would seem, when he meets someone in a place that no one should have been in.
Hey, I'm the one whose been keeping you waiting! No worries
Let's... start this again. Bill's eye moves to follow wherever Nageki's gaze has fallen.
"SO! Often like to STARE DEEPLY into EYE SEERING FLAMES where you're from, Mourning?"
:)
"No." He likes to read and would choose to do that over almost anything else. "There was nothing else to look at here."
He's looking intently at Bill now, though.
^__^
"Well, HEY. It's YOUR dream, feathers. You can look at WHATEVER you want! GO ON, THINK of SOMETHING; a little CREATIVITY AIN'T GONNA KILL YA!"
Though the flames might; given that Bill they aren't part of Bill's power. Heck, there's a chance they just might swallow up, whatever this guy conjures; but hey! that's half the fun!
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In his memory, the placement of the gems shift around depending on the star he's on and map out the paths from one star to another, though one gem is missing. The king of a place called the Holiday Star had requested it as a gift after Nageki had refused to hand over the planisphere itself. And though Nageki now knows why the King had been so persistent in asking about the planisphere, at the time he'd simply believed the King had liked it. Only later had it been revealed that the Holiday Star was a fake. A trap. And the only way to escape had been to replace the missing star with another gem.
Since this dream isn't on a star, the planisphere doesn't have any gems or any paths to travel on.
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The pigeons choice is a random one to be sure; but something tells Bill this grid is more than what meets his eye. He narrows his gaze a moment, taking it in, before gesturing to the missing piece.
"Hey hot shot, you missed a spot."
All the same, Bill can feel the intense connection this person feels to this imagery. A mortal has to feel pretty significantly about a memory for it to appear so clearly-- or this guy is somehow good at dream manipulation which... Bill glances at Nageki in a momentarily suspicious manner for.
"GOTTA be PRETTY IMPORTANT to remember THIS level of DETAIL, MOURN. We about to take a LITERAL trip down MEMORY LANE?"
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But if imagining the planisphere created it...
He ignores Bill in favor of imagining the library he spent five years haunting. It's an ordinary library with wooden tables and desks for students to study at. A hand drawn manga sits on one of the tables with Nageki's editing notes penciled in. The shelves holds books with small St. Pigeonation's stickers on their spines. The windows look new, as though they were recently replaced. The information desk has some books in it as well, though they look untouched. And though Nageki never felt it himself, he knows that they library is very cold. Enough to freeze birds in the middle of summer despite the fact that the air conditioning is turned off.
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"HUH, been a while since I've been to a LIBRARY! Last one I spend any REAL time was LOST FOREVER!"
History wasn't too happy about that part. Bill floats over to the table, running a finger experimentally against one of the book spines and finally drifting down to view the draft of the comic, though he seems more interested in the edit margins than the art itself.
"GOT a THING for AUTHORSHIP, FEATHERS? KNEW a guy ONCE who COVERED everything he wrote in this little gems."
All in all, this place looked to be pretty swell--! Apart from one thing. As the Regret Room is not of Bill's making, the elements preexisting in it could not be removed. Dressed up? Sure. confined? Absolutely! Nageki's presentation may be flawless, but just as before he may notice a red heavy door marks one of the rooms exits, and the fires of inner self-negativity have also followed along.
Bill points cheerfully to an open flame just licking up a curtain on the farthest side of the room.
"At least it WON'T be COLD in here for LONG."
Someone should probably do something about that.
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"Someone else wrote it and asked me to help him with it." Nageki doesn't know very much about manga, but he does his best to offer constructive criticism. He can tell when a sentence structure or weird or when there's a plot hole that needs to be fixed or when the author is using the story for wish fulfillment.
Of course, the manga quickly becomes the least of Nageki's concerns when Bill points out the flames. The books might not be real, but Nageki still can't risk letting them burn. He quickly tugs the curtains away and does his best to smother the flames. Once that's taken care of, he starts pulling the books away from the shelves lining the wall and places them on the information desk in the center of the room. He might have tried to move the shelves as well, but Nageki knows he doesn't have the strength to accomplish such a feat.
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“Hey genius, like I mentioned, we're dealing with INESCAPABLE HELLFIRE of INNER ANGUISH. As long as you POSSESS INNER REGRET, these bad boys are gonna keep POPPING UP like PARTICULARLY AGGRESSIVE DAISIES.”
Was that the reason Bill asked him to imagine something interesting?.. Maybe.
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He glances out the window. The sun will rise when morning comes, won't it?
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Bill directs a raised brow at Nageki with a semi-smug expression. He knows something you don't know~
"Were you in a NORMAL DREAM, MAYBE; but this ain't your RUN OF THE MILL DREAMSCAPE, oh, WEAVER of SONG'S DEATH!"
He floats before the bird, morphing his eye into a window that reveals an image of Nageki passed out. Surely it's reflecting the real world and wherever Nageki was the moment he succumbed to Henry's spell. One can only hope its in a halfway decent position.
"You didn't END UP here by CHOICE this time around. You likely won't LEAVE the same way, either!"
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"Then how can I leave?" he asks with a frown.
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Hmm Someone else without a body; Bill just seems to be finding more and more of them as his time in Wonderland progresses. He squints staring at Nageki with much more renewed interest.
"YOU're something of a SPECIAL case.. I MIGHT be able to WAKE you, for a little compensation down the line."
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He has woken up people before... it should be possible to do it here. If the Mindscape is currently strong enough to suck people into it, than perhaps Bill's own powers will be enhanced as well. Bill's eye flickers to a cerulean blue before narrowing it back at Nageki.
"You DO want out of here, right?"
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