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Weekend 4

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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[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ Feeling Joonghyuk shift has him freeze up, ears pinning back suddenly but starts to ease when he feels that arm and notion of his hand. Eyes flutter to a close and he slots himself into his tightly wound embrace. He can feel the steady heart beat of his companion and he allows himself to breathe in and out as he listens.

It's reminiscent to a time before but he stays quiet until he's got more or less his composure back. Rather than focus on his own time, his own dream, he finally finds his voice to quietly inquire of the other. ] ..Was your dream the same?

[ He continues rubbing Dokja's back, thinking maybe his companion can return to sleep, but maybe that's too hopeful. He hears this question his ears pin back, unsure at first what the other man means. Sharing dreams is impossible here, then Dokja doesn't have Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint. His tail thumps under the sheets as he thinks some more.

What's the possibility they had similar dreams? Then again, what could wake Dokja from a rather deep sleep. His eyes stay on the one in his arms, searching his face though he knows the answer. In the end, Joonghyuk knows Dokja well enough. ]

Similar. [ ... ] A different time.

[ Since Dokja is from a point from before making the ultimate choice. ]

[ Dokja can't even focus how comfortable he's gotten to the way Joonghyuk treats him so carefully in bed. That is, every time a nightmare has come up, he's been there to comfort him and never to press with questions or demands. Just silence and a reassuring hold. When his companion doesn't answer right away he keeps eyes closed, feeling his nerves buzz under the notion of those rubs.

Lashes flutter as he speaks again, head tilting to meet that gaze with his own tired set. What time was it even? Not exactly middle of the night, it's not nearly as dark, so maybe it's nearing dawn. Whatever time it is he can't shake the sensation of the dream. ]

A different time.. [ It comes as mumble, a far off look to his eyes. ] Was time frozen for you?

[ That's the part he's focusing on right now. However, because Joonghyuk is at a later time then.. maybe it's okay. At the very least the panic is slowly leaving him despite the now pounding headache. ]

[ The rubbing stops for only a second, but it shows that Joonghyuk had to think about it some more... Recall the eeriness of it all. It was unsettling and it would push him over the edge if he didn't have the semblance of lucidity.

Closing his eyes, he tries to catch some more seconds of rest as dawn slowly approaches. There isn't too much to look forward to today, so sleeping in might be acceptable. Just today. ]

Yes. I was able to walk through it, but nothing moved forward. [ That's a little grim, but he explains it as it is. ] The world must be waiting for us to return.

[ Because at his time, Dokja has already assumed his position... So this must be the only explanation, he thinks. Time in their world works differently—the past, the present, and the future all exist at the same time. ]

But in the end, it could be just a dream.

..Mm. It was the same for me. [ Not that he wants to think back to the dream, shuddering a little and quietly sighs out. Of course the idea of it freezing brings a dreadful feeling enough to be sick. He pushes past it, taking a deep breath. ]

If it is then I guess that's a good thing.. [ It must mean that things continue as they are once they eventually do go back. But, it's at least a sign probably meant to comfort, something that almost makes Dokja laugh. How is that suppose to reassure them? It has the opposite feeling. ]

Could be, but given our powers are suppressed and the way this world works in different ways.. we shouldn't completely disregard it. [ His gaze grows half-lidded, not really looking at anything until he looks back to his companion. He doesn't say anything else, merely watching him with a quiet brush of his tail as it sweeps over the mattress. He looks like he wants to say something but no other words leave him. ]

[ The back rubbing stops as he retracts his hand over, now stroking Dokja's head in hopes that this will help calm him down some more. He can't promise Dokja more that their world-line is fine, that their comrades can handle themselves when they return, or that time stopping works out for them more than they can imagine. Joonghyuk knows better than to repeat himself, let alone give some kind of false hope that this is nothing more than a dream.

As Dokja says, it could be an omen. His tail lightly thumps the bed as he considers it, too. ]

... We have a lot of work to do when we return home. [ The stroking stops and he merely wraps his arm back around his companion. ] So you should catch some rest while you can.

[ But he can see the outline of Dokja's expression. He knows what that look is. ]

What do you want to say?

[ Ears quickly draw back as that hand runs over his head, feeling that ticklish sensation as they quiver under that gentle touch. He has to fight not to squirm against his partner but really.. why were they so damned sensitive in the first place? Dokja is at least relieved that he doesn't get any further reassurances. Surprisingly, it's more comforting that Joonghyuk only feels the need to mention it once. It goes to show what his thoughts are exactly. It would be good if it was just a dream in the end.

Or, maybe.. Dokja is just reassured that he woke up and found Joonghyuk still here. Even if Joonghyuk had left he would have found some way to cope until he eventually returned as well but.. He's distracted by the thoughts that he doesn't catch what the other man says. Not until he feels that arm back around him and his own hands twitch around that firm back. ]

Oh. ..It's nothing, really. [ The look overcomes him is sheepish. He debates not saying anything else, however that thought from before comes back. ] ..I was relieved that you were still here.

[ Despite everything, how they should try to get back home as soon as possible, his first thought really was 'Thank god he's still here.' There's that coil of guilt, fingers trailing along the length of that back before he squeezes briefly. It's terrible, isn't it? Of course he misses everyone else, and he awaits the day he can be with everyone and spend everyday with them but he still.. ]

Kim Dokja.

[ Those words make him sad, considering he knows when he returns home... Dokja will still be here, then Dokja in his world would also be in a similar predicament. He would be trapped somewhere, most likely alone. His expression twists in the darkness, but fortunately the same darkness hides most of his sorrow. Instinctively, he pulls him even closer because he also harbors the fear of losing the man beside him again. Haven't they suffered enough? ]

As long as you recall our story, a piece of us is with you.

[ If only Joonghyuk knew that slowly as time passes by, Dokja would lose those same stories. However, he doesn't know that. He lives in that bliss that Dokja will at least remember them and those memories will keep him company as he waits.

Quietly, he buries his nose into the crown of Dokja's head. Quietly, he repeats in his head that they'll come for him... They'll save him. ]

[ Dokja grows suddenly quiet at sound of his name, catching that tone of voice and his fingers smooth along that back as if to apologize for it. If anything, he's expecting a light scolding of some kind but instead feels that hold around him tighten. A soft sigh leaves him, eyes fluttering to a close as he buries into the other man. One hand easing up to lightly thread through the ends of black hair. ]

It's one of my favorite stories.

[ How could he ever forget? He wants to say, but he doesn't. Of course, equally unaware of what his future would bring- what he would keep, what he would lose. Instead, he reassures with the confidence of his love for said story. His tail sways languidly now with a feather-light nuzzle into that warmth. ]

Let's sleep in today? [ Normally Dokja lazes a bit in bed once they get up for the morning, Joonghyuk especially on a schedule but. It should be fine if it's only once, right? Already wanting to put thoughts of those dreams behind him. Ears flicker forward, careful of the weight atop his head as he waits for an answer. ]

[ Joonghyuk usually wouldn't allow Dokja to play with his hair, but they're in their own place, so he lets him. It's pleasant, nice, and threatens to lull him to sleep again with a comforting sensation. His tail wags slightly, though the emotion stirring in him is far from content.

He's still worried, but Dokja seems to be doing better. A small grumble rumbles in his throat as he settles to sleep again.]

Fine. [ Really, how could he say no? Dokja barely got to sleep in before without his life being threatened. ] Don't complain when you say you don't have enough time in the day to finish your tasks.

[ He pulls the sheets over them to make sure they're back to being cozy. ]

[ Fingers thread through black hair as he grows a little bolder, especially when Joonghyuk doesn't stop him. Guiding nails lightly over as he trails from the back of his neck and up. Especially when he feels Joonghyuk relax. ]

It's fine, I didn't have much planned today anyways. Besides I should be telling you not to complain? [ You're sleeping in too, right? So it works out for him. Legs tangle with the other's as he feels the sheets drape over, a memory coming to mind how he cuddled up to Joonghyuk sometime before to get on his nerves and earned the other man's annoyance- talking about how clingy he was.

Now, they've settled into a state where he more often than not finds himself lulled to sleep by the reassuring hold of their arms around one another. Though very aware of how hard his heart pounded in his chest as he slowly eased into that comfort. Of course Dokja knows if he so much as gave word of how snugly Yoo Joonghyuk is he would most definitely die. Scratch that, there would guaranteed be a murder on the island. ]

[ 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. ]

[ The door opens, and by now Dokja is mostly recovered from the abrupt waking and rough morning but he gives a friendly smile to the sight of Laurent. ]

Hello, Laurent. Come on in. [ He does make notion to take off his shoes, of course. Tracking in dirt is the fastest way to gain Joonghyuk's wrath whether he's cooking or not. ] Make yourself at home, Joonghyuk-ah is finishing up with food preparations right now.

[ Joonghyuk would definitely kick Laurent out if he trekked dirt in their house. ]

Sit.

[ The share platters and rice are on the table with an array of side dishes. It's quite the sight! ]

[ Laurent takes off his shoes and walks inside. The smell of food is enticing and so good... since Joonghyuk was cooking, he has high expectations. He goes to sit on the chair near the table. ]

I see you guys made up. I'm glad.

[ Dokja takes his own seat, looking to the assortment of dishes afterwards with an excited wag of his tail.. it's hard to hide how much he's looking forward to eating.

Ears twitch atop his head at Laurent's words, glancing over before peeking over at Joonghyuk. ] Ah.. I guess you could say that.

[ Lips twitch a little as though debating smiling at the comment. Something like that was a bit normal between them but it wasn't as if nothing came out of it? So.. ]

[ It's really normal for them to be at odds for each other, so making up is normal? It's not like he was that mad and killed Dokja, so he squints at Laurent as he takes a seat. ]

It's none of your business.

[ Look at this food? This food is worthy of more attention than their situation. ]

[ "It's none of your business", says the man who tied up Dokja outside for everyone to see. Laurent wants to shoot back that people tend to get in his business if he leaves his problems out in public like that, but he'll just focus on the food instead. ]

It looks good.

[ Since Joonghyuk cooked it, it must be good, right? Right...?

Maybe it's the smell, but something about it gives him an odd feeling. ]

[ From beneath the safety of the table, Dokja lifts a leg up to lightly nudge Joonghyuk's own with his foot. Really Joonghyuk, with Dokja tied up like that he had nothing else to do but flap his mouth. Next time maybe try gagging him.

Actually, neither to both of those. Let's keep that hush. ] Don't compliment Joonghyuk-ah's cooking too much, he's bloated enough as is.

[ What's the verdict, Joonghyuk? Can they start eating now? ]

[ The slight nudge and the comment has Joonghyuk shooting Dokja a glare... Bloated? Him, bloated. If you have the skill to back up the talk, then it's fine. He knows he's a good cook, so he's allowed to preen.

Stop booing him. He's right. ]

If you keep talking, I'll take away your food.

[ Feast!! ]

[ Laurent gets some side dishes and eats them with rice. It's good! Though he quietly eats, not because Joonghyuk told him to, but he wants to enjoy the food that he made. There was a reason why he asked him to prepare the buffet for the beach party, after all. ]

What's the occasion though? I didn't expect you to invite me over for food.

[ He hasn't touched the possible spicy food yet... ]

[ You wouldn't dare take away the food... Dokja is already helping himself to some side dishes as well, not needing to be told twice. ]

He's always cooking our meals everyday anyways, but.. [ For a moment, Dokja glances off to another part of the room, thinking of their previous roommates now gone. He's quickly back to serving himself some more food onto his plate. ] Sometimes it's better with more company.

Inviting you over was his idea though. [ Of course, Dokja had no complaints about it. He likes Laurent. ]

[ Joonghyuk doesn’t confirm or deny Dokja’s words though it’s true that it was his idea. Not said in the nicest way, unfortunately. He only told Dokja to bring that guy here for lunch.

So he’s going to collect the side dishes and entrees he wants, then eat in silence. ]

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