RUH ROH

[wooliefrand]

WHO: Everyone
WHERE: The Pasture
WHEN: Day 51, Morning

[GOOOOOD MORNING. It's still a bit chilly out, despite it being sunny, and there's still flurries here and there. All fairly normal and pleasant. Maybe you're out stretching, or collecting the morning milk delivery, or tending to your gardens and sheep. All is peaceful and quiet in the serene pasture.

Until, from the mist, something zips out. An arrow of sorts. It shoots through the air at lightning speed, its target suddenly obvious as it strikes a large landmark in the center of town--the eye of the fountain.

If you weren't awake already, the sudden painful howl from death might do the trick.

Its wail doesn't last, but the eye IS open now. . .by force? The eye seems to be being held open by strange, smokey claws. They are semi tangible, but probably you don't want to touch them.

But wait, that's not all! The ground rumbles a bit before settling? A minor quake? Who knows. But more importantly, in both the pasture within the fence and the meadow, strange mushrooms begin to pop up. Occasionally they shoot out pollen and spores, and drift through the air. They can be picked, but after a few hours, two seem to grow back in their place, so be careful with that.

DANG WONDER WHAT ALL IS GOING ON--oh hey there's Blossom? She's carrying a small basket of biscuits in her mouth along with. . .Bluebell's Shepherd Staff? wuh oh.]

Every~thing is gonna be okay~

. . .

[stares at the mushroom and the eye and]

WHAT IS HAPPENING???



[NOTES:
MUSHROOMS
If you get hit by by the spores, one of three effects are available:
-Level 1, minor effect - No outward effects but plagued with horrible, realistic nightmares to the point of preferring to try to stay awake
-Level 2, Fear Hallucinations; you suddenly see hallucinations of things you fear
-Level 3, Intense feelings of hatred for any particular person suddenly come to the surface/take over, making you prone to violence

Additionally If anyone eats, licks, or otherwise deliberately excessively inhales mushroom spores, let me know *immediately* as it will trigger something unskippable for you. ETA N/M THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS LMAO

Note that these can be avoided by just saying whoops ur character didn't get close to one golly. These effects can lessen over time at your convenience but won't disappear completely until you cure them--how? That's up to yall! MAKE UP A FEAR ANTIDOTE. Ping me if your character tries something and I will yay or nay it.

There is ALSO a source of the mushrooms, but to find it, Stuff will need to happen.

THE EYE
If you try to touch the creepy mist hands, you will instantly pass out unconscious, feel zapped, or feel your heart skip a beat. Don't push your luck for now, but they CAN be removed. How again? Characters will have to make up a way ICly; though in this case a solution won't be approved til oocly after the 15th.

SOME IC INFO ABOUT MUSHROOMS

STORMY ON THE EYE

BLOSSOM AND BLUEBELL

ping me with any questions!!]

Comments

[rugpull]

TART WOULD MOCK ME SO MUCH

[secondbornsun]

You're damn right I would.

[ when did he get here ]

[rugpull]

NO

[hides behind Cinnamon]

[thefinalcontract]

[Real Tart? Dream Tart? Difficult to say but he'll be sure to throw an arm out just to make sure Biscuit remains safe. Unless this is the real Tart then he'll get out of the way inevitable.]

[secondbornsun]

Ya took too long, so I'm here t'pick ya up.

[ picks up the test paper also to look at it ]

You're still stressin' out 'bout this?

[rugpull]

That shit is hard....!

[in biscuit vision its so fucking hard to read this test. Biscuit is staying behind Cin]

Cin wake me up wake me up wake me up.

[thefinalcontract]

[Thinking.]

I've been trying... but perhaps Tart would have better luck at waking you up with our previous ideas...

[secondbornsun]

[ snorts ]

Listen, Biscuit. There's an easy solution to shit like this.

[ and

just deadass tears up the test. if he has magic in this dream he's just turning it into dust. ]

[rugpull]

TREIN WILL KILL ME?!

[wheezes, hyena is not having a good time cin help

clinging to cinnamon's arm]

[thefinalcontract]

[Puts a gentle hand on top of Biscuit’s head to try and help calm him down.]

We don’t want to scare him to death…

[secondbornsun]

Trein ain't gonna kill ya. He ain't here, he ain't real. This is a dream, remember?

Geez. If you're gonna be trapped in your own sleep, at least give yourself pleasant dreams t'be trapped by. What's the point of stress dreams, huh?

[rugpull]

I was havin' a pleasant dream but Cin wanted me to try to sleep to wake up and then I slept and it became a shit dream and now its worse aaaahhhh my grades...

[thefinalcontract]

……………

[He sighs.]

We tried pinching to wake him up and a kiss and, as just said, attempting to put him to sleep to see if he’d wake up in the pasture. Nothing has proven to work thus far.

[secondbornsun]

Prolly 'cause he ain't really got it in his bones that it's a dream. Once he's got that settled, Miss Coco or Miss Blossom or whoever can pull us out.

[ sets a hand against the desk. if his magic works in this dream it is now turning to sand ]

Your grades are fine, Biscuit.

[rugpull]

[grabbing for the desk sand....nnoooo....the class....the grades....]

S'in my bones plenty enough probably....

[thefinalcontract]

Biscuit... If your grades are high or low means very little at the end of the day. Have grades helped you out in the pasture? They certainly don't help me any in the funeral parlor.

Some day soon your schooling will be over and the thought of grades will be much like this... a far off dream or a needless nightmare. They fail to represent who you are as a person and thus, save for making sure you study a little harder, don't mean very much if anything.

Tart is right to turn it all to sand... Let this nightmare of yours be turned to dust and be swept away with the tide.

[secondbornsun]

[ little nod toward cinnamon, thank u for the support. also starting to turn the rest of the classroom to sand too ]

Yain't gonna flunk, but even if ya do—who cares? More important than degrees is connections, yeah? And ya already got me.

[rugpull]

This is embarrassin'....

Like I ain't I don't know those things... I just uhm...uhm...

Both of ya, I--




[and he wakes]

[thefinalcontract]

[Oh. That means he also wakes... wherever Tart left him? He puts a hand to his head feeling just a tiny bit out of sorts.

Well. That sure was something. He'll leave Biscuit in Tart's care now that everything is solved. There's also a lecture coming as well? About eating dangerous mushrooms? He doesn't want to be there for that.

This whole thing was, as these kids say, wack.]

[secondbornsun]

[ #failed successfully

tart brought everyone back to daffodil so biscuit and cinnamon are both lying down in the sun room ]

Finally.

[rugpull]

[CIN DONT LEAVE ME TO BE LECTURED?????]

[thefinalcontract]

I'm glad you're back, Biscuit.

[Pats his head and leaves him to get lectured.]

[secondbornsun]

[ gently grabs biscuit by the skull

IT'S TIME FOR LECTURE ]

[rugpull]

[REACHING FOR CINNAMON AS HE LEAVES]

Don't gooooooooo.....

[thefinalcontract]

[He's gone. But he's making Biscuit some post lecture tea.]