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[crittersheep]

WHO: all
WHERE: all
WHEN: Day 9, evening into night

[the sun goes down; the two moons rise.

it all looks...quite different. the laundromat lengthens and transforms the silhouette of Woolietown in the distance. the lighthouse beacon comes to life for the first time, throwing strong, brilliant light and stark shadows across the meadow and into the barns. the lazy river encircles the pasture in a glittering band, the bobbing shapes of the pool toys a little bit eerie until they drift into full view.

perhaps some of you are winding down. perhaps some of you are just gearing up for a wild adventure in the shadows. perhaps some of you, regardless of if you sleep or stay up, find your dreams and nightmares crawling out beyond the bounds of your own head tonight, drawing others in...

the night is full of possibilities.]

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[mykidisthebest]

[this is...a new kind of dream. he takes in the endless sand and stone with a weird pinprick in the back of his mind like this is almost familiar, like he's talked about this with someone recently. but it doesn't immediately spring to mind.

his feet take him slowly, carefully, across the courtyard, towards the tombstone]

[ohlord]

[it's a hot but peaceful day. it's pretty clear the grave's been there for a while, also]

[mykidisthebest]

[brushes the dust off the grave; it'll just get dusty again, obviously, but that's no reason not to clean it up now]

[ohlord]

[how nice of you to pay your respects!

maybe your actions is what's causing that faint noise, then. or it could be the wind or the children in the church]

[mykidisthebest]

...?

[it's probably not the kids. he doubts it's him, though; stills his hand and listens.]