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Week 6
Weather: All Week - Clear Skies
- A New Week
This weekend, you had unusual dreams. For some of you, they brought you to an outdoor arena that none of you had ever seen before. For others, you dreamed of a familiar place: a place that felt like home in some way. And when you fall asleep on Sunday night, you’ll find that dreams of your homes are continuing. Your home may be exactly as you remember it, at any point in time before you arrived here; perhaps there will be slight differences, or maybe it seems like a different version of your home altogether. Maybe nobody else is in it except for you.
For each dreamer, however, you’ll find that your dreams will start in your own world; but at some point, there will be a mysterious blue light that appears. It looks like a large portal that will lead you to somewhere. Choose to step inside, and you’ll be taken to a random islander’s dream. Alternatively, if you elect to remain inside of your own dream, you may suddenly see a ray of yellow light that appears, and once the light fades, another one of your fellow islanders will appear before you.
Abilities will work as they did over the weekend in your dreams and in the real world. Everyone will have one of their own, whether it be their existing powers from home or something new entirely. Even the formerly powerless will have something within them -- namely something similar to what the strange boy you saw this weekend could do. Perhaps you now have the ability to launch apples at your opponents at a lightning fast speed. Maybe you can rip a tree out of the ground with your bare hands.
And most importantly...everyone will remember their dreams when they wake. Your memories of seeing your friends’ homes (or seeing them in your home instead) will remain. These dreams seem to happen every night for the rest of the week.
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Things do seem to return to relative normalcy on Monday morning. Tom Nook’s announcements begin, though he only has two new things to report.
“Good morning, everyone! I hope you all had a fun weekend, yes? I apologize for not having much for you to do this time around, but hopefully you could all use it as a chance to relax. Now, though, it’s time to get back to work on event planning. I’m hoping to bring K.K. Slider over by August 15th, so if that date does work for all of you to host the event, then that’s when you’ll need to be ready by. Once you’ve all decided on what to do, the other thing I’ll need for you to do is to create flyer designs.
In my tent are some papers and markers, crayons and what have you. It may see a little...childish, for some of you, but I assure you that your creativity will come a long way in capturing the hearts of all sorts of people in this world! Feel free to submit as many designs as you want, and I’ll send them over to Nook Inc. to make copies of all of them. We’ll work with Orville to get them all sent out.”
The next and final announcement follows immediately afterwards.
“And finally, we have an exciting opportunity passed onto me by the Able Sisters! Mabel and Sable are holding a design contest for an Isle Sonrisa pattern to put on some of their clothing! Channel your island spirit into your design and create something that you think best represents the island. You can use the supplies for the flyers to draw out your designs, and submit them to Mabel by Thursday. Everyone will get a participation prize of 5,000 bells, but there will be a grand prize for the person whose design gets selected!”
He claps his hands for a brief moment in excitement.
“That’s all for your announcements! Have a wonderful week, everyone!”
Possible Objectives
1. Participate in the Able Sisters' design contest. (Note: Entries can be drawn OR written out OOCly. We will choose a winner via RNG.)
2. Work towards preparing the island for your event
3. Make those flyers and submit them to Tom Nook (drawn or written OOCly is fine)
4. See what's going on in your dreams...
Monday / Tuesday / Wednesday / Thursday / Friday
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Tonight you might find yourself in an apartment, located in the heart of a city. People from Earth might be able to recognize it from the skyline and place it as Houston, but it's undeniably somewhere very, very expensive to live. The apartment is huge, and it's kept incredibly clean though there are a few hints that it's actually lived in. A hoodie draped over the back of the couch, shoes by the front door, a well-stocked kitchen with a plate of cookies covered in saran wrap. There are multiple bedrooms - the largest has thick, heavy curtains that block out the sunlight streaming through the windows. There are two smaller rooms, one that seems unoccupied, perhaps set aside for guests.
The occupied room is simple - there's women's clothing in the closet and hamper, but there's not much in the way of personal touches. The decor in the room is impersonal, similar in style to the rest of the apartment. There's an empty, open suitcase in front of the bed.
The most impressive room in the house, though, is the library. Shelves upon shelves of books, many of which seem to be old. There's a cozy looking chair with a standing lamp beside it, with a blanket thrown over the back and a table perfect for setting down your tea. On the floor there is a simple, white rug. Mostly white rug. An odd, circular pattern has been painted on the rug in something dark and reddish that nobody could blame you for assuming is blood, especially considering there's a knife set on the table. An assortment of candles is on the floor next to the rug, waiting to be used. The library is where Adelaide can be found, sitting cross-legged by the rug.]
It's weird, being back here.
[But, she supposes, this is more of a home than anywhere else has been.]
...I can't believe I miss you guys, but... It's better this way, isn't it?
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Wow, you have your own library? I've only seen the one at home, and this one's even nicer!
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[She looks up, smiling at the girl. She's a little surprised to see her, but...
Well.
It's not real, isn't it?]
It's not my library. It's... A friend's.
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You can't possibly be thinking that they're better off without you, right?
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When she sees it's Laurent, she relaxes a bit, turning back to look at the sigil on the rug.]
...I don't know. Maybe they are.
[All she really did was cause trouble, she thinks.]
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But it looked like you were expecting someone else... perhaps the owner of this place? I'm sure they'd be willing to hear you out--including... that.
[ That sigil on the rug. ]
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She taps her fingers against her leg, frowning a bit.]
I would have thought if I were here, he would be, too. But I guess this isn't real.
[She has no proof, but... It's the only thing that makes sense.]
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What do you really want in your heart, Adelaide?
[ Sometimes, a dream is what your heart makes... is he gonna serenade her in here? No. ]
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[She sighs, pressing her lips together.
What does she really want...? She’s been thinking about that a lot, lately, and she still doesn’t have an answer. There’s a lot she wants. She wants everyone on the island to be safe and happy. She wants Laurent to be safe and happy and for his friends to be safe and alive... But she gets the feeling that sort of answer won’t go over well.
She taps her legs again, thinking.]
I wish I knew. I feel like I should? But... I don’t know. Not to be alone?
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[ Laurent walks a little closer to Adelaide and takes a better look at the sigil on the rug. ]
There's nothing wrong with that either. It's not like people actually enjoy feeling alone sometimes.
[ ... ]
Were you waiting for him?
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[Because, really, what right does she have to want more when there are people who might be going back to certain death?]
I don’t know if I want to see him. He’d probably be disappointed.
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[ He slightly tilts his head as he continues to speak. ]
But would he? Or wouldn't he? You won't get to know unless you see him again.
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[She looks up at him, biting her lip.]
I just... If I could change things, maybe I’d feel better about it.
[She looks back down, sighing.]
And who knows if I ever will see him again.
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Remember that your life is yours to live, and that it's okay to be selfish sometimes. You're not responsible for all of us.
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...Selfishly, I don't want to lose you, but that's... Not my choice to make.
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I'm sorry.
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You don't have to be.
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But I am. I won't be going back to die. I'll be alive for sure, and...
[ Even though it's inside a dream, he wants to have hope in the situation, but mostly his own words. ]
... if you stay here, I'll come back. If you decide to go back home, to this place, [ this huge house ] I'll come find you. I'll find a way... unless you wouldn't want me to.
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You'll know where to find me.
[She gives him a Look, raising her eyebrow.]
Why would I not want you?
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[ He smiles at her anyway. ]
But maybe you thought other people would be better off without you. So maybe I should just go to you anyway.
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[She shrugs, but the mood has been lifted.]
Or maybe I'll come to you. See which one of us gets there first.
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[ He laughs a little. ]
The first thing we can do... is go to an amusement park.
[ Let them make plans. In a dream. ]
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[They can go to didney worl.]
Sounds like a good idea to me.
[She laughs.]
I don’t think I’ve ever been to an amusement park.
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[ He wants to spoil Adelaide... if that isn't apparent enough already. ]
But an amusement park is a good start. Do you think you'll be able to handle roller coasters?
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