Event || Once Upon A Dream

[eternitymods]

Who: All characters who signed-up!
When: May 31st - June 04th
Where: The Dream Width (+ Curti Center & Airships)
What: Event log for the Once Upon A Dream Event! Should your character have their own memory, start your own top-level with said memory. If not, then tag around in other characters's memories! Furthermore, feel free to use the Mingle threads at the Curti Center and in the Airships for non-memory related CR. Please refer to the OOC Post for details and plotting. Plot Memories and the second Airship Mingle will be unlocked on May 25th.
Warnings/Notes: Memories with specific warnings will be marked as such by their players.

Please use the following form for your memory's title line:
CHARACTER'S NAME | MEMORY TITLE | WARNINGS (IF ANY)
We will add links to your memories here as the event progresses!

Mingle: Curti Center | Airships #1 | Airships #2
Plot Memories: The Dream | The Nightmare | The Premonition
Holographic Messages

Adrien Agreste | Then and Now
Aqua | Thorny Pathway | cw: spoiler for kh 0.2
Castor | Lord of the Inferno | cw: fire, mind control
Ena | Zera Hamlet, Reprise | cw: mutilated corpses
Futaba Sakura | Early Days | cw: references to verbal abuse/neglect and auditory hallucinations
Ignis Scientia | For The Life of the Chosen | cw: spoilers, violence, death
Irhya Pendhula | The Parting Glass | cw: violence, amputation
Johnny D'Amico | United Earth Prisoner
Kanji Tatsumi | You're a BOY, you know! | cw: bullying, mild homophobia
Lelouch vi Britannia | Julius Kingsley
Monika | Just Monika | cw: spoilers, possible horror, possible deletion
Nanamo Ul Namo | A Good Memory
Noctis Lucis Caelum | Light of the Crystal | cw: chapter 13 spoilers
Okuyasu Nijimura | Lending a Hand | cw: blood/injuries
Prompto Argentum | I'm not one of your experiments! | cw: episode prompto spoilers
Selphie | The Answer | cw: gore/death
Takashi 'Shiro' Shirogane | The end of the beginning | cw: end of season 2 spoilers
Tidus | A Broken Dream | cw: death, bullying

Comments

Adrien Agreste | Then and Now

[modelcivilian]

It's black and white, and obvious whomever designed or oversaw had a modernist eye when it came to the large foyer of this mansion. The floor, the walls, the columns, the rails, and the stairs, white predominated, but the black accented and broke it apart. Black marble trimmings, black doors and planters, and the design on the ground as well as marking lines.

It'd probably be nice with more color, and people... and if one huge black painting didn't just hang at the top of the stairs overlooking the front door. Overall, the feeling was more office waiting room than a home's foyer.

But, there was the sound of music being played somewhere from above the location. To the astute of hearing, it was coming from the right staircase, somewhere further down the hall. To others, might as well look around, right?

[songbird_slayer]

It's clean... but also empty. Madhuri couldn't help rubbing her upper arms while admiring the heart-breaking grandiosity of the sheer size of the room. This was marble, so much marble, and not a hint of it came cheap. This was the home of someone with a great deal of money, and here she was pretty much tracking a bit of ship full dust on the floor.

Whoops.

The heel clicks echoed as she proceeded up the stairs, keeping her horns peeled for the piano music. Surely, whoever was here didn't mind if she listened a little closer. Besides... she needed to know what lay at the core of this memory. After Monika, she had to be ready for anything.

[modelcivilian]

Not that anyone was going to call her out on bringing dust into the house. There was just no one present there in the foyer.

However...

As she heads upstairs, the piano music grows louder. As she gets closer, she would begin to hear voices too whenever the music cut off. Maybe a laugh, there would be a wrong chord purposely played, and then, the music resumes.

[songbird_slayer]

Curious... she found the room in question where the music was coming from, and helped herself to a little peek.

She wasn't about to disturb someone's lessons or impromptu recitals, but she wasn't about to miss letting the player know that they played beautifully... no bard ever missed acknowledging that.

[modelcivilian]

Inside the room Madhuri now checks is unlike the rest of the house. In fact, there's a lot of color to be had with various things that would probably entertain a kid for hours. A ramp, a rock wall, foosball table, books, games, and a television, but none of that was being used at the moment.

Instead, at the bench before a piano was a boy Madhuri would undoubtedly recognize, and beside him... a woman with similar blonde hair and green eyes. Together, they were smiling, off in their own world, and playing a duet.

[righthandstand]

Whoever designed this mansion had a strong taste for style. That one American movie Okuyasu saw years ago on video - A Clockwork Orange - came to mind. Hopefully, nothing terrible will happen inside, he tells himself, but after witnessing Stands with horrifying powers, there's little that can gross him out.

The painting, thankfully, explains who the owner of this memory is. "That guy!" The French one. Adrien. Yeah, that was it. Of course he lived in a mansion, he's a rich French kid...a mansion with like, one hundred rooms. Where was he supposed to find one person?

Okuyasu wanders around the main foyers, not hearing the piano music at first. Adrien probably didn't play piano anyway, but he'd check out the second floor after peeking into the rooms in one of the hallways.

[modelcivilian]

There are indeed plenty of spacious rooms along the hallway for Okuyasu to look in, maybe like the foyer what with the black and white modernist scheme with almost similar decor to downstairs.

Though, now that he's on the second floor, the piano music is louder.

[righthandstand]

He wonders where the servants have gone. Rich people have servants, they don't squat in empty homes. The loneliness defeats the point of having enough money not to worry about going hungry and paying for a better life. Or this could be a memory thing, but that's being optimistic.

Okuyasu changes his heavy gait into attempted light footsteps as he approaches the piano room. Adrien or not, he was still snooping around.

[modelcivilian]

It's no piano room Okuyasu finds, but a bedroom unlike the rest of the house. In fact, there's a lot of color to be had with various things that would probably entertain a kid for hours. A ramp, a rock wall, foosball table, books, games, and a television, but none of that is being used at the moment.

Instead, at the bench before a piano is a boy Okuyasu would undoubtedly recognize, and beside him... a woman with similar blonde hair and green eyes. Together, they were smiling, off in their own world, and playing a duet.

[chefbayardee]

Honestly, Hunk could dig this place. It was big, it was fancy, and sure, the color scheme was boring and it was empty, but he knew it was a memory. It could be less boring in real life. ...maybe.

But the painting at the top of the stairs was definitely Adrien. Most of what he knew about Adrien's Paris involved superheroes fighting supervillains, so he found himself bracing for the worst. He wasn't going to get any weird superpowers here- all he had were his wits.

So he started wandering through the foyer, hands in his pockets, as he began taking steady steps towards that painting. Papa Agreste sure looked like the sort to shelter his kid, all stern and stoic. As the faint echoes of music reached his ears though, Hunk turned and began to follow at a nice, relaxed pace. It's probably where the brunt of the memory is focused on, and to try to announce his presence, he even starts trying to whistle along.

It's a nearly impossible feat since he doesn't know what they're playing and he's not the best at whistling, but he's gotta get his chuckles somewhere, before a supervillain makes everything uncomfortable and dangerous.

[modelcivilian]

The music continues playing as Hunk approaches, the melody beginning to take better form as well. Ever closer to the source, if he can distinguish, it sounds like more than one person is playing. Though, even if he doesn't immediately, part of the harmony soon stops with the accompaniment soon following.

"Is something wrong?"

A woman's voice.

"... I thought I heard something. But maybe not... sorry, can we start at the beginning again?"

That voice Hunk might identify.

[chefbayardee]

Hunk had found himself whistling (poorly) along with the piano tune, so when it stopped, so did he, with a bit of a startle as he reached the top of the stairs. They could hear him, which was good, and that boy's voice sounded close enough that he just assumed it was Adrien. It was his memory, after all.

But it was the woman's voice that surprised him. The portrait on the wall didn't have a woman in it. And as he took a few more cautious steps down the hall, Hunk realized that Adrien never mentioned any female caretakers. No maids. No grandmother. No mother. So who was that other voice?

Curiosity overtook him, and Hunk found himself sneaking towards the outside of the doorframe, out of sight, but trying to surreptitiously peek in. He needed to figure out what he could now, so that as soon as the piece ended, he could step in.

[modelcivilian]

The room that Hunk peeked into would probably be the dream room of many kids and was, by far, the most different from the rest of the house. In fact, there was plenty of color in it to make up for what the rest of the mansion lacked. And just everything that could be seen if Hunk peeked further in... a skate ramp, a rock wall, foosball table, books, arcade cabinets, and a television, but none of that is being used at the moment.

Instead, at the bench before a piano was the very boy Hunk already figured the memories came from, and beside him... a woman with similarly blonde hair and green eyes. They even shared the same smile as they played their duet, off in their own world.

[euphemia]

It was lovely, really. Euphemia couldn't help but appreciate the architecture of the mansion itself. Polished, eloquent, and very familiar with a lifestyle she herself was raised in. But knowing this was not at all potentially real, she figured it wouldn't hurt to explore. Especially with the melody she can faintly hear int he distance.

However, her interest was more on the painting itself that stood just over the staircase. Intrigued, she decides to move there and get a closer look before moving anywhere else. Then from there who could say. Right now, it isn't even clear to her where she is. But at least this seemed like a simple, pleasant place compared to some of the other memories she either ventured to or would end up in eventually.

[modelcivilian]

The painting is ordinary - a high-quality portrait done in oil paints like it wouldn't be cheap at all. The stern-faced man with cold eyes just focuses on ahead, but the green-eyed boy gazes forlornly up towards him. Neither move, but in a memory, what's to be expected?

Elsewhere, the piano music continues, but it sounds like the current piece is coming to an end as it slows, softens to a piano, and then, a final chord is played.

[euphemia]

The painting is given a thorough once-over, memorizing every detail and the expressions. Maybe it was an odd choice to focus on, but for some reason, she felt this might be important later on. There was something about the man in question that pulled to her, really. Something about the way he carried himself in that portrait that was all too similar to a portrait of someone back at home.

With that done, her attention now turns to the melody which appears to have ended. It's impossible to miss now that her attention was focused there. Aware that this was a time-sensitive matter, Euphemia turned and began to head in the direction she believed it came. She can only assume as much since the number was coming to a quiet end.

[modelcivilian]

There's no music immediately as Euphemia proceeds, but she would progressively begin to hear voices. Two talking and laughing, one an older female, and the other, a familiar younger male. They would be discernible soon enough.

"Go on. I'm not going anywhere."

"Right."

And then, another song begins to play.

[worldmother]

This place almost feels familiar to her, all too similar to her home in Solaris. Almost startlingly so, white and black walls and decor not much unlike the keys of the piano being played in the distance. Purposeful, with each note in its rightful place. Pristine to the point of being almost sterile.

Cold.

While her gaze falls upon the painting first (was this their family?), it's the music that drives her forward. There was someone trapped here within the prison of their own memory, and likely that melody was her first clue to finding the poor prisoner. Heels clicking on the marble floors, she ascends the right staircase, rounding a corner in slow pursuit of the sound. Where was it coming from, which room..?

[modelcivilian]

Fortunately, as she begins to explore, the music steadily becomes louder so it'll become easier to follow. And unlike the cold foyer, where the black and white differ between decor and keys was just how the music was being played. It's a soft piece, but the articulation, gentle swells, and rising and descending dynamics ring down the hall with such care.

Sounded like it was coming from one gray door in particular in the hallway.

[einspine]

This is so very strange. As Papyrus wanders into the mansion, he can't help but turn in a full circle, just trying to soak in the change of scenery. It's so... classy, for lack of a better word. Like the sort of place a celebrity might live. Or a royal. Although Miss Toriel's home was less... extravagant by far.

Yet the lack of color certainly adds to a chilling atmosphere, like snow. Snow is very, very cold. And when he stops turning around, his focus shifts to the painting. Is that Adrien? And... music. Far less aggressive than Undyne's music by far. Very interesting.

Equally interesting is what's become of Papyrus himself. He feels... funny. Heavier, maybe? After all, walking, talking skeletons certainly didn't exist in Adrien's version of France. But despite the odd sensations, he's more focused on following the sound of the music.

All while talking very loudly.

"HELLO? THIS IS A BIT EMBARRASSING, BUT I SEEM TO HAVE UNEXPECTEDLY WANDERED INTO YOUR HOUSE..."

[modelcivilian]

Where the music had been playing, it stops at his yell from wherever it originates from. Voices could be heard whispering, but for the fact he's still on his way, it's unknown if it comes from the same place or just happens to be echoing around.

Either way, it seems he's disrupted something. However, whether it's enough to break the memory is unclear.

[einspine]

No direct response, so he'll just keep moving closer. If a door is closed, he'll knock first, otherwise, he'll just proceed straight forward. Though not too fast. He still doesn't want to be rude. Impressions are important!

So what is happening? What can he expect to see?

For the moment, Papyrus doesn't make any additional remarks, though he is listening.

Re: Adrien Agreste | Then and Now

[kuposcreed]

The nice thing about being a moogle is they didn't tend to make much in the way of echoing footsteps, even when they did walk. Bonnie couldn't help but feel self conscious about how loud it must be to walk in a place like this. The moogle took a slow and lazy loop around the room, taking in the opulent splendor of the entryway but the huge painting gave her pause.

It was wholly unsettling. It wasn't just the black tones, but also the faces of the two in the picture. There was no love there. And she recognized one of the faces too. She tugged her hood down, focusing on getting sneaky and turned in the direction of the music, fluttering along to see where it was coming from.

[modelcivilian]

Though a moogle in mind Bonnie might remain, human she would be in the memory. And yet, where she was, no one was there to see her.

Fortunately, he stealth seemed to be paying off as she approached the music as whomever played continued to do so. However, her keen hearing might pick up on another voice speaking while the piece softened to pianissimo - a woman's voice.

[kuposcreed]

[This was....weird...Flying wasn't working. It took her a moment to realize just how she'd been reshaped in this memory, and maybe some other time she'd be super curious about it all but...well...time to be sneaky and stuff!

The teen girl; short, pale, and with white hair with a splash of red, slunk her way awakwardly through the house, depending a bit overmuch on her hood and scarf for cover. The rest of her outfit was a simple white jerkin and capris, but that hardly matters right now.

In any case, she crouched down and leaned in to look around the corner of the doorway. Her human ears gave a little flex as she heard the voice, doing her best to try to swivel them (it didn't quite work) to better hear what she was saying.