Weekend 4

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WEEKEND 4 LOG ♬
Weather: Saturday and Sunday AM - Clear skies, PM - slightly rainy

Friday night (or whenever characters fall asleep come Saturday morning), everyone on the island will be met with a mysterious dream. It’s a dream that some may find unsettling whereas others may see it as a relief -- overall though, the dream is extremely bizarre.

Everyone on the island will dream about their own worlds as they were just before they touched that mysterious floating ticket. The people, the environment -- all is still, unmoving and untouched. Everything is just as you remembered it before you arrived here, and if you choose to walk amongst the people and the places you knew...no one will move. Nothing will react.

Except one thing, and that’s a shooting star that catches your eye from up above. It makes its way across the sky, even if it’s daylight in your dream, and as soon as it fades from your vision...you wake up.

How odd.

The rest of Saturday proceeds as normal, though one will notice that on the opposite side of the island (to the southwest of the map) is a blocked off area, near the peach trees that have been planted. There’s a sign from Nook Inc on the property that reads, Reserved for Able Sisters. Interesting...wonder what’s in store for you there?

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Sunday rolls around with something a little more pleasant. There’s a bridge on the lower part of the island that you can use to get across to the other side of the island. On the other side is a quaint little building called “ABLE SISTERS”. In the display window is a green dress and a pair of white mary janes; from the outside you can hear the distinct sound of a sewing machine at work.

When you walk in, Mabel is there to greet you, bright and peppy as always. There are various different outfits out for display, but if you ask Mabel, their selection is limitless. The way the process works, she explains, is that you can look through the catalogs of clothing available (minus seasonal items), sorted by item type, and place in an order for any of the items. The clothing will arrive in your mailbox the following day.

There is also a dressing room for you to try on any clothes that are currently on display. (For OOC purposes, if there is an item you really want, feel free to assume it's on display at any given time.)

Other than Mabel, however, is Sable, busy at work in the back and doesn’t even look up from her work. And in the lower left hand corner is...someone who isn’t a hedgehog.

Rather...you’ve got yourselves a cat on your hands. He's busy at work, but you might happen to catch him looking at you as you explore the shop.

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SATURDAY

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[southclaw]

[Even if it was just a dream, the very thought of being back in Ferolia is enough to put Kevin on edge for most of the day. He's jumpy if anyone tries to talk to him, and eventually he heads off to a secluded part of the island with a stick, thinking that maybe he can distract himself if he practices some writing.

You can find him by following the trail of words. STICK, TWIG, STALL, BUG, KARL, etc, etc.]

[sugooooooooi]

[Serval does end up wandering over there, carrying a brightly-coloured umbrella to guard from the rain. Kevin will hear her reading the words before she notices him.]

Stick... twig... branch... wood... What's a Karl?

[afterword]

closed to yjh.

[ When Dokja wakes up, it's with a start. It isn't the first time he's had a dream here, but for the past few weeks he's been pretty fortunate to fall into a dreamless sleep every time. This time it's different. The dream is still fresh on his mind, and on one hand someone should feel comforted by the fact that it seemed frozen. At least, it should be a good thing. After all, one could justify that once they return back it meant things would continue as is.

Instead, Dokja finds himself trembling, chest tight and the almost suffocating sensation filling him like someone sinking into deep waters. Breathe, he tries to remind himself. Trying to ignore the feeling of being smothered, a hand blindly reaching out until he finds the figure next to him and finds arms wind around as a source of anchoring himself in place. His face buries into that back, ears straining forward as though searching for the sound of someone else breathing other than his panicked own while he tries to find his voice. ]

later on the day, open.

[ Well, the dark circles under his eyes aren't anything new, but he definitely looks more tired than normal. However, he seems to be looking around and seeing who he can find, whatever it is they're doing. The way he fleets from one person to the next is a little strange but he won't mind sparing some time for any conversations.

Otherwise, he's inspecting the new plot with curiosity and asks anyone nearby with a friendly smile. ] Any idea what's going to be built here?

[ He has some idea given the recent visitors they've had but, he's happy to let some wild guesses come in. ]

[regression]

[ Joonghyuk has a similar dream, but of a different time. Unlike his companion, he isn't as bothered. If anything, it's a relief that time stopped while he's gone. He doesn't want to make his companions wait progressive years for his return. He doesn't want Dokja, wherever he is by then, wait too long, either. He sleeps through it, but the longing to see their friends again lingers in his chest like a heavy weight.

It's only when he feels a familiar hold on him does he stir. His eyes flutter open as he looks behind him to see Dokja clinging onto him rather desperately. A frown plasters over his lips as he carefully turns over and tries not to disturb his companion. Did he have a nightmare? A bad dream? Joonghyuk's ears pin back as he wraps an arm around Dokja and rubs his back. There, there. Calm down. ]

suffering threeway wildcard

[conceptualize]

[ Laurent was invited to eat with Joonghyuk and Dokja today, so he's here, in front of their house and knocks on the door. He hasn't really dressed in anything special--just casual wear, nothing too out of place. ]

It's Laurent.

[ It's starting to rain a little in the afternoon, so he has an umbrella with him. ]

[conceptualize]

[ It's Saturday, it's raining a little, and you might find Laurent dunking his face into the river (west of Snake's house) for some reason while leaning over on the edge with an umbrella over himself. Also, if you were outside and within the vicinity of House 2 earlier, you might have heard a loud scream.

Kick him inside the river, sit on his back, or talk to him to get his attention... he'll look up either way. ]

[turnaboutson]

[He's...dunking his face...in the rain?]

If you're trying to wash up, sinks exist, you know.

[regression]

[ Joonghyuk followed to make sure Laurent is okay, so when he sees the other man just dumping his face into the water.

Well.

He guesses this is fine. He will let him have that. ]

[turnaboutson]

[That dream...

Miles hadn't known what to make of it upon waking. He'd dreamed of home before, but never like that. It was a little bit disturbing.

He's walking around the island, seeming lost in his thoughts. You might be able to get him to say things that he might not normally say if you catch him like this!]

[sugooooooooi]

Hi! [Serval waves excitedly from up in a tree.] Are you doing anything fun?

[regression]

[ Joonghyuk arches his eyebrows, noticing that Miles is similar to others. They seem to be dazed and listless. Of course, he has an idea why. ]

... If you keep wandering aimlessly, you'll end up walking into a tree.

5.0 spoilers

[lightsmith]

[Deep beneath the waters off the coast of Kholusia laid a city frozen in time. Beneath a sky of seaglass-green, buildings made by those near akin to gods in function and giant in form lit in every single window. It glowed like a star beneath the dark waves, and ached with the thinnest thread of nostalgia that a long-sundered soul possessed no power to understand.]

[Someday even this shadow would vanish, claimed by the waters and the expiration of the magics which rebuilt its shade. Yet here she was, walking the deathly quiet streets in search of...what? Who was it she was hoping to find? Y'shtola and the others? Hythlodaeus? Ardbert? Or-]

[A single streak of flame crossed the sky, and with it her heart stopped as cold as the rest of the city and the shades frozen within it.]

[Welcome, rang a distant and cold voice in her memory, to the Final Days of Amaurot.]

[Scintilla awoke in a cold sweat, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. Barely sunrise, judging by the light streaking through the window. Probably early enough to sneak out without the roommates knowing; an easy enough task for a ninja, surely.]

[She'd spend most of the day in various fruit trees, easy enough to find by the clockwork doll occasionally wandering in circles at the base of whatever perch she'd chosen to sit in, slicing up an apple with hands a bit less steady than normal.]

[Come nightfall, she'd take to sitting on the roof of her house, clockwork Aymeric beside her while she stared intently at the sky as if daring it to do anything.]

[regression]

[ Joonghyuk has noticed everyone else hasn't been... Their usual selves. The bustle isn't quite the same and the movements are sluggish—in some cases, dangerous. ]

If you don't focus, you can cut off a finger.

[ In regards to her cutting apples. ]

shows up quite late

[thezekeinator]

[You know, this just isn't the same without Pandoria hanging out and the Purple Lightning Dreamsmasher on his back, but whatever. Off goes Zeke on a great adventure, that adventure being the finding of Scintilla.]

[Scintilla probably doesn't realize this, because over the course of a couple of hours he walks beneath the trees she's in no less than seventeen times.]

[It's only when he nearly steps on her wind-up minion, jerks his foot to the right, trips over a tree root, and splats down onto his back that he finally spots her.]

Ah-HA!

SUNDAY

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MABEL

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[sugooooooooi]

Mabel-san! [Serval waves and starts to curiously paw through the catalogue.] Wow, you can make all these things?

RAYMOND

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[pr159]

[ christ this cat looks a little too much like julius ]

...Hello.

[seacub]

[Oh hey-]

Oh-

Your eyes are...different colours?

[A tiny sheep in a baseball outfit blinks.] Uh! Sorry if that's rude...I've just never seen that before I guess...it seems neat.

raymond vs bootleg raymond..........fight

[turnaboutson]

[Miles is investigating the shop when a fashionable cat catches his eye. And he seems to be working. That's such a weird burst of semi-normalcy in this place that he almost wants to cry.

Time to introduce himself.] Er. Hello.

[transfusionem]

closed to byleth;
[It's early in the morning, and Adelaide has invited the professor over for tea and baking. She doesn't know her very well yet, but what's a better way to get to know someone then to bake alongside them? She's in a good mood, the strange dream from Friday night an already distant memory. If you don't worry about it, things are fine.

There's more sugar than necessary spread out on the kitchen counter, plus everything you could need to make basically anything you wanted. Also, lots of apples.]

So, do you bake a lot?

[As she sets out some tea for the two of them...]

open;
[Baking was a success, and Adelaide has more food to give out to people. Hooray! Anyone is welcome to stop by House 1, which continues smelling like baking foods throughout most of the day. Even after Byleth leaves, Adelaide keeps going. The smell of caramelized sugar is the most prominent after the professor leaves, except for a brief period of time where Adelaide goes to investigate the Abel Sister's.

She makes a beeline for the catalogs, flipping through them and...]

I was not expecting this many options at all.

[So many clothes! So many colors! So many things that are honestly just kind of weird for a clothes store to be selling!]

What do you think I should get?

[conceptualize]

[ Laurent is also at the clothes store, looking around until he walks towards where the catalog and Adelaide are and peeks over her shoulder. ]

Huh, they have cafe uniforms too. They have a wider variety than I expected.

[ He also happens to have a white cat nose over his face. Don't ask. ]

[rupturingheaven]

[Sitting down to have tea with someone is familiar... it's nice. Byleth's already in a better mood, honestly.]

I do on occasion. One of my students likes baking and we've done so together a few times.