Realistic or Modern Daggers in The Dark

[yoikes]

Thunderous booms and sparks of magical colors filled with the chamber, the energy were so potent that any living being on the receiving end would be pulverized immediately upon impact, but their target only let out an annoyed grunt. His black armor that is made of bones doesn't seem to be damaged, his human skin untouched, though he was clearly feeling the effects of being hit by such an amount of magical energy. He noticed that his body is stunned, and glared at them with his deep, blood-red eyes.

"It's our chance!" A red-haired man, the very of what a holy knight would look like in games and movies, led the charge. The other warriors followed him, arrows and spells shot and cast from a distance. He raised his staff, his mouth moving on his own, and soon a bright yellow light shot out of it. It entwined itself around the red-eyed man, acting like a chain, and he desperately hold his staff with both his hands. The red-eyed man now is looking in his direction, and with a swat of his hand, sent him flying...

Blake closed his notebook, his dream journal. That was a dream that he had just last night, although he has seen it numerous times already, he could swear that every time it's becoming more vivid. How is it even possible to dream of something with some consistency? Well, that is what he is hoping to understand today... If things go well as he imagined they would be.

Blake was sitting nervously in one of the seats at the front row, glancing at the wall clock for the millionth time, then his gaze falls back onto the table. The piece of a poster he holds is already crumpled, although it was the last copy he has, Blake and Daniel have been working to post it everywhere they are allowed to at school to make sure everyone sees it. Oh, how he wished his friends could be here too. Hans has been too busy with his club activities lately, while Daniel has a family event today, leaving him alone in this empty classroom after school. The original plan was to discuss the topic anyway with Daniel if no one come, but alas...

Every time he hear the sounds of footsteps, Blake would look at the door, looking through the small window to see if anyone is coming in. But it's always just people passing by. He sighed and studies the poster again. He, Daniel, and Hans made it over the weekend at his place a few weeks ago. They are not the best designers, but he think it looked nice: Pictures of several people linked together with a white line toward a big thought balloon, a collage of pictures of various sceneries put inside it, put against a deep blue background. The writings, in white font, reads: "HAVE YOU EVER DREAMED SOMETHING STRANGE, UNIQUE, OUT OF THIS WORLD? PERHAPS YOU ARE NOT ALONE... JOIN WHITE MOUNTAIN'S FIRST UNOFFICIAL DISCUSSION ON COLLECTIVE CONCIOUSNESS AND SHARED DREAMS!" with the details of time and place below it.

By now, Blake has been waiting for 15 minutes, and it's getting unbearable. He sighed, deciding that he will stay for another 15 minutes, and left if no one come to this little gathering.

 

[HolographicHydra]

Asta really had no idea as to why she was even entertaining the idea of coming to this 'Discussion on Collective Consciousness and Shared Dreams'. Maybe it was because it sounded interesting, or maybe it was the weird, reoccurring dreams that were driving her mad. They felt too... real. She could never really remember her dreams either, but this one... not only could she remember it, with increasing clarity, but it also seemed to be on repeat. It was starting to really confuse her. At first it had seemed like a normal dream, weird as they usually were, but there was just something about it that made her nervous.

Hiking her bag up over her shoulder, the red-head quietly wandered through the hallways, looking for the right classroom. Her foster family, her adoptive parents, and wasn't that still a weird but joyful thing to think about, had been encouraging her to try and make friends lately, to maybe go to some after-school clubs instead of just heading to the library. It wasn't that she didn't want friends after all, and she did have a few (read: one or two) but whether they saw her as friends in return was yet to be seen. Frankly, she didn't think she was good friend material, but that was okay. She'd rather be lonely than try to be one of the popular girls.

Besides, if the conversation turned out to be boring, she had maths homework to finish. She could always huddle in the back, listen but focus on her work. Anxiously, she fiddled with the wire to her headphones, which dangled around her neck. What if she wasn't welcome at all? What if they didn't want her there? She sighed, pulling her backpack up onto her shoulder further, where it was hanging from one strap.

For a moment, she stood silently in front of the door. She couldn't hear anyone inside... was this just some elaborate prank to scare those weird enough to come to a discussion about dreams? Tangling the headphone wire around her fingers, she glanced up and down the hallway. There were some people around still, going to their own clubs or heading home, but no one else seemed interested in this classroom specifically. Hesitantly, she nudged the door open, poking her head inside,

"Um... Hi? I... I was l-looking for the d-discussion on dreams?" She asked as she stepped inside, closing the door with a soft click behind her. There was only one boy in here, and she didn't recognise him from her year group. But then, she wouldn't have a clue, if he wasn't in one of her classes. It wasn't like she was any form of social butterfly, but he was holding the flyer for the dream discussion, the same one that had led her here. A little more confident that she had the right place, she headed to sit down, over by one of the windows, dropping her bag on the floor. Even if this wasn't the right room, and he just happened to have the poster, it was quiet, so maybe she could get some studying done.

yoikes

 

[Hiuly of Starmoon]

Amelia woke up to the wonderful sound of the alarm ringing. It was 6 am - time for her daily morning run. She sat up on her bed and turned off the alarm. She once again had one of those really weird dreams, but she had more important things to think about again so she stuffed it in the back of her head, where it will definitely be forgotten in a few minutes. Amelia stood up, immediately noticing her legs felt a bit sore, though she wasn't too surprised about that as she had pushed herself extra hard yesterday. She changed into her running clothes grabbed her phone, walked outside. put some music on and started running her favorite route.

About an hour later she arrived at home again. Her parents were now up and were now preparing her breakfast. "Morning!", her dad greeted her, currently cooking some pancakes. "How was the run?", her mom asked, looking up from the newspaper. "Good. I'll be taking a shower", Amelia said and left for the bathroom. After her schower she ate the breakfast, packed her backpack with the homework she had done and walked outside of the door. She rounded the corner, out of the view of her parents before starting to freerun to school. Her parents would kill her if she knew, since injuries are very common in freerunning and parkour, but Amelia herself loved the test of skill it proved to be, since it combined running and gymnastics in a way. Besides, it also got her to school faster than the bus, which was a lot more boring anyways.

Out of breath she reached the school and walked in. She was immediately greeted by her friends Olivia and Sophia. Well, technically she didn’t like either of them too much, but had ended up in their group and it was better being part of people you didn’t like than walking around alone like one of the losers she often picks on. Olivia was like Elle from legally blonde, minus the intelligence, obviously. She was the stupid, blond, very pink girl. Sophia on the other hand, was more like Vivian or Bruiser - more intelligent than Olivia, but equally as dumb in many other ways and always followed her around. The school day was normal just like every other: People saying hello or backing off, „talking“ to people here and there, nothing special. Until she saw a poster about a club for weird dreams. That was something she just had to crash. She ripped down the flyer and walked up to the classroom that was written down on the sheet of paper.

She immediately saw two of her favorite people to pick on: Asta and Blake. She leaned at the doorframe, facing the others inside the classroom. „Wow, look at that. Another Dork gathering by yours truly. As if you all couldn‘t have gotten even bigger losers, yet I guess here we are“, she said in a fake-kind voice. She then looked at Blake. „You know, I‘d just quit trying. No one‘s going to join your stupid discussion about something as silly as dreams anyways. So I‘d stop wasting the time of poor Asta“, she faked concern towards the other. „Besides, dreams“, she laughed. „What are you all, like toddlers?“

HolographicHydra yoikes

 

[yoikes]

Blake almost yelped when a red-haired girl made her way in, asking something about discussion on dreams. Wait-- That's the topic of their discussion group. She's here for it? Someone is here for it! "Y-yeah? Welcome!" Blake rose from his seat, unable to hide his excitement. One is still more than zero, though Blake doesn't recognize who this girl is, she must be a senior... But, he does recognize the next person to enter.

Blake could feel his excitement deflate the moment he saw Amelia entering the room, perhaps he should've guessed that placing the posters everywhere like this would result in attracting unwanted attraction like this: the Queen Bee herself. Their interactions are limited to Blake receiving snickering, mocking whispers, and occasionally getting purposely bumped onto on the hallway. Then again the boy is sure he was not the only one to receive such treatment, and though it sucks it's not like Blake can just stand up against her and her followers. But now she's here. They are in the same room. He felt like a mouse cornered by a cat, not sure what to say or what to act.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

The day had been as uneventful as ever. Yuki had gotten up slightlyl late, but very on time for her standards. She had showered and dressed herself, today it was a black hoodie that she had bleached a design into skillfully, along with a long cargo pants with a few straps on it. Above the hoodie she put on a college jacket. With added acessories of earrings and belts, she finished the looks with her favorite black boots.

After she had left her apartment, she walked the five minute way to school and was still reasonably on time. So much so that when she entered class without knocking or an apology, the teacher was genuinely surprised to see her this early. Class had only started ten minutes ago. He didn't even write her up, as the teacher seemed to believe that was Yuki working on herself to be better. And she wouldn't burst his bubble by letting him know that she just put the wrong alarm by accident.

She stayed for a few classes, though as the ones she disliked either for their subject or the teacher came up, she dipped out and instead went to one of the schools walls that she hadn't 'vandalized', as the principal liked to call it. Though unless you were a stuck up 40 year old that even while balding had more hair than contact to romantic partners, you would quickly see that Yuki was quite great in what she did. And that was street art. Skillfully weilding her spray cans, she took the remainder of the school day to create an artistic depiction of a cute, though a little obese, cat that seemed to be smoking. The cat wore black clothes that were decorated with the symbol of anarchy.

After that picture had been completed to her satisfaction, Yuki strolled around the school grounds. She pondered on what to do, considering the library, or at least waiting in front of it until Yuumi came out. But maybe she was looking to spend time with her boyfriend today and Yuki didn't want to intrude. Besides, she couldn't stand the lovey-dovey stuff. Or at least told herself that. While she was walking about the school grounds, backpack loosely slung over one shoulder, she found a poster that had been hastily stuck to a tree. Reading it, she couldn't shake a feeling of curiosity. Even if she never believed in stuff like shared dreams, something in her was urging her to go.

It was due to that fact, that the classroom door opened once more and Amelia wordlessly entered. She looked at each person in the room, first Blake, then Asta, then lastly Amelia, who the girls piercing gaze rested on just a bit longer. She even tilted her head a little. Though shaking her head to herself, she simply pulled out a chair, sat down and rested her feet on top of one of the tables, remaining silent.

 

[x_Tasia_X]

Nina Simone Rivera

Nina pretended to ignore another flyer that mentioned dreams in front of her friends. Her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. It was so ironic that just the day before she had an odd dream. Completely real. Well- it felt real. But Nina had plenty of real feeling dreams, yet she could still remember this one so vividly hours afterwards. Now flyers appeared talking of dreams just like those have appeared around the school. Should she go? It seemed like the world was telling her to. She was kinda curious, Nina was never one to deny her curiosity.

Nina stopped walking and quickly excused herself from her friends. Making up the excuse that she had forgotten something yet again. They easily believed it, she was so lucky to have friends who believed her so easily. She hurried off to grab one off the wall and read it closer. Heading to the location that was written on there. Nina pondered on who would be there.

Nina made it to the room and glanced at all of the people here with a sweet smile. There was obvious tension here. Conflict made her nervous. Maybe she can break it with a badly timed dumb question. “Hello, I came because of the flyer, is this the right place?” Nina questioned naively. She didn’t talk to any of these people, but she didn’t know who they were, well a few of them. Like Amelia, Nina avoided her. Being seen around someone like Amelia might ruin her sweetheart reputation, Nina wanted people to feel safe and comfortable around her. Amelia wouldn’t help with that image. She did feel bad for Amelia, most people only lash out at the weak because of their own insecurities. She hoped that Amelia would get better soon.

Nina glanced at Amelia, wondering if she should say anything about her even showing up. Nina held her tongue,

coded by: s e v e n ​

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[Klown]

— ELIAS HEADLY
L O C A T I O N : dream discussion classroom
W I T H : blake yoikes , asta HolographicHydra , yuki The Fluffiest Floof , amelia Hiuly of Starmoon , nina x_Tasia_X

Had the halls been the least bit crowded, and Elias the least bit careless, his course for the day might have played out differently. Earlier that late morning, the ant-like chaos that unfurled in the narrow corridors of White Mountain Highschool seized him, making a slave of his autonomy. Elias hadn’t made a single self-governing step; the push and pull of slack-faced teenagers guided him like uncoordinated conductors attempting the same symphony.

As his eyes and lips cycled through several iterations of “excuse me”, “sorry”, and “I’ll see you at lunch”—the practiced mantra of crowded school halls paired with commonplace nonsense—Elias found a haven. A gap in the flood of bodies.

He managed to squeeze himself free from the current and heave a weighed sigh. Relieved in the same vein as someone who’d just ripped off an uncomfortably tight shoe after a long day of walking. The massive instrument propped on his back hadn’t made the effort any smoother, but the mission was accomplished regardless.

Allowing his lungs air not loaded with copious doses of body spray, perfume, undisguisable odors and hot breath, Elias’ eyes drew towards an amateurish poster plastered on the wall. It’s white text starkly popped against the blue backdrop, and as he followed the words, he’s thrown into last night and the several scattered nights before that. The poster cracked his skull open like a coconut to let all his liquid thoughts spill into recent memory. Memories of dreams so vivid he could paint them blind. His knuckles went white around the strap of his guitar case, squeezing it firmly into his body. For a hair’s breadth of a second, his pulse overwhelmed his ears; he felt he’d taken a step into something larger than life.

Grinning in a flurry of dread and excitement, Elias fished his phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture of the poster, then hauled himself into his next class with a minute left to spare.

The poster had him bewitched all through the remainder of the day. It’d wrapped a string around the stem of his brain and every so often deliver a reminding tug. “I’m still here, don’t forget.” The culprit responsible for most of the day’s light-hearted reprimands from his teachers. When the dismissal bell’s shriek echoes into the rooms, he’s immediately out the door for the first time in months. Each purposeful stride nearing him towards the room where the discussion would take place. Until the weight on his back slows his pace.

Guitar lessons.

Elias’ palm slaps against his forehead.

Sidling into an empty pocket in the halls, Elias pulls out his phone and sends out a cluster of texts to different people. First, his guitar instructor: not gonna make it today, sorry for the short notice!! will see you next week.

Second, his mom, Sonja: doing something afterschool today, a club thing, gonna be home late. already told mr. faulkner I won’t be making it to lessons.

And finally, Yuki: did you go home already?

He attaches the photo he took of the poster and sends it.

wanna come with me to this? say yes i’ll buy you food after

He doesn’t wait for an answer and heads to the specified room number on the poster.

Amelia is standing at the doorframe as he approaches. The sight causes Elias’ step to stutter, wondering if he’d maybe gotten the wrong room. He double-checks the picture just in case.

He stops next to her, lightly bumping her with his guitar case as his floppy blonde head pokes into the room, face immediately bursting with light at the sight of Yuki. His smile reaches his eyes, showing a sincerity so genuine it’s nearly palpable. The sincerity extends to the other three in the classroom. Asta, who he recognized from his algebra class and…who was the other guy again? Elias almost felt guilty he didn’t know. Nina, he recognized from the halls. Someone so ostensibly sweet was hard to miss.

“Hey, I’m here for the dream stuff!” He comments, squeezing past Amelia to pull a chair out next to Yuki where he drops all the weight of his bag and case from his shoulders. His attention turns to Asta, who he extends his knuckles towards in a gentle and wordless fist-bump. Then he’s locked on the unfamiliar guy clutching a crumbled poster between his small hands. “Hey, I’m Elias.” He extends a hand to shake, charming smile still in the works. “Are you new?” A question so painfully oblivious, and of course it’s lost on Elias.

 

[Hiuly of Starmoon]

Amelia looked at Yuki who now had entered the classroom. „Wow, look at that“, she said. “You managed to get the vandal. Up until now I didn‘t think any of you could fall even further, but I guess here we are“, she crossed her arms as one more person walks in. Apparently the dream thing was a quite the good idea and to be honest, she was a bit curious about it herself, but she got a reputation to uphold here. „You know what?“, she said as soon as Elias had taken a seat. „Have your stupid little dream club. I got better things to do with my time anyways than talking to all of you“. She crumpled up the flyer into a ball and threw it at Blake. “There. Now you even have your poster back“, she said in a fake kind voice and left the classroom.

Looking at the clock, she noticed she was running late for track. Amelia hated being late, but here she spoke with the others for a bit too long. She ran down the hallway to her locker to get her things and then made her way to the track field, for another 4 hours of training. That was basically her life: School, sports, homework, sleep and repeat.

 

[HolographicHydra]

As soon as Amelia stepped into the classroom, Asta shrank down into her seat. Suddenly, her suspicions of it being a prank seemed less and less silly. She kept her gaze away from the other, more popular girl and, although she wanted to stick up for the nice boy, she was too spooked by Amelia to even think about speaking. As much as she wanted to snap back at Amelia for picking on Blake, she just couldn't, and it seemed the other boy couldn't speak up either.

She melted a little when Yuki turned up. From what Asta had experienced, Yuki was more likely to be a problem for Amelia, and Asta admired her for that. She gave Nina a shy little wave when she came in, having never seen her before but trying her best to be encouraging, hoping the other girl might be able to get past Amelia. It seemed that the little discussion was more popular than Asta thought it might be, but she hoped it would stay civil with Amelia there. She didn't like conflict of any sense, mostly because it was usually her being picked on, hence why she was being quiet. She didn't want to draw attention to herself.

And then, to make it all better, Elias walked in. He was sweet, and Asta recognised him from her algebra class. He was perhaps the closest thing she could call a friend, and she gave him a shy smile as he sat down next to Yuki, on the next table over from Asta. Surprise shone in her soft green eyes as he extended a fist, and she gave a gentle bump back and a shy, bright smile in return. It was a common greeting between the two, and Asta enjoyed the wordless greeting, settling down further once Amelia was out of the room. Clearly she had better things to be doing.

yoikes Hiuly of Starmoon The Fluffiest Floof x_Tasia_X Klown

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Yuki watched from her chair how Amelia started antagonizing around. But for now, all of it was pretty weak for the girls standards, so there was no need to do anything about it. Especially as Amelia soon removed herself from the scene all alone. An annoyed sigh came from the artist, once the queen bee had buzzed off to where ever it was people like her went. Only now did she turn her head elsewhere, as her eyes had been glued to the popular bully for the time she had been around.

The first thing she did however was check her phone, as that had given a notification a few minutes ago. It was a message from Elias and that was who Yuki turned to next, holding up the phone. The chat background was a picture of the two of them, that one of his parents had taken. "Deal, that means you owe me food.", she said with a smug grin on her face. Then, she looked over to Blake and Asta with an apologetic smile. "I hope she didn't bother you too much before I arrived?"

Lastly, her eyes remained with Blake. "I am curious what you have to say. Let's just hope its not a waste of time."

 

[Klown]

— ELIAS HEADLY
L O C A T I O N : dream discussion classroom
W I T H : blake yoikes , asta HolographicHydra , yuki The Fluffiest Floof , nina x_Tasia_X

Sometimes, Elias thought Amelia had enough bitterness to take its own shape. That it could be something exorcised from her body yet be so deeply engrained it’d leave a vengeful stain before departing. How Yuki hadn’t completely disassembled her—at least, not in the impressionable way that she disassembled most—was an indecipherable puzzle with which is fumbling fingers lacked any leverage. Yuki’s gaze boiled with enough intensity for the two of them, picking the queen bee apart under a microscope. Elias’ gaze held something tamer, inquisitive. Not as alert as Yuki, but rather that of an attentive dog waiting for the beckon of its master to know the appropriate reaction.

When the crumbled poster is thrown, Elias swiftly reached forward and snatched it just before it could touch the apparent host of the discussion. A soft, bubbling indignation is released through a huff of his nose. Barely perceivable over the apologetic smile Elias offered to the other, shielding whatever outward irritation he felt like it was something filthy that promptly needed scrubbing.

As his fingers busy themselves with carefully unfurling the paper ball, Yuki draws his attention with her phone screen, presenting his previous messages. He snorts. A promise was a promise. And although it seemed Yuki had been a step ahead of him before the promise had been made, he’d probably have ended up eating out with her regardless.

"I am curious what you have to say. Let's just hope it’s not a waste of time." As blunt as ever. It had Elias grimace empathetically towards the host, who’d been loaded with the pressure of ensuring he kept everyone’s interest. Elias finishes smoothing out the paper ball and flattens it on the desk.

“Don’t listen to her,” He lightly nudged Yuki with his elbow in jest. “Whatever you gotta say will be time well-spent! You wouldn’t go through all the trouble of making these flyers if it wasn’t.” He beamed beatifically.

 

[yoikes]

Waves of people seemingly flood into the classroom then, overwhelming the poor shy boy, especially with the tension that was hanging in the air for a while. People that he knew through reputation, such as Yuki -- who people said to be a delinquent -- or people that he knew a bit well like Elias--. As Blake thought so, Elias treated him like he's a new student, and Blake stared at the hand he extended for a moment. He wasn't sure what is the right way to tell him, so Blake accepted the handshake and sheepishly said, "Um... We have like... two classes together this semester?". Definitely could go smoother, but Blake sure is not the best speaker here. Oh god, that's so embarrassing.

Still in a bit of a shock with all the school drama that happened before his eyes, something of a rarity for someone like him, he watched as Amelia easily crumpled the pamphlet he and his friends made so hard into a paper ball and tried to throw it at him. Blake flinched, but Blake caught it before it could hit him. He mumbled a "thank you", and his heart seems to jump again at what Yuki said. Indeed, somehow, a considerable amount of students has gathered, and now they are all expecting him to lead the discussion. Like, obviously he got to, but it's just that Blake didn't really expect to if that makes sense. "Right, um," Blake stood up, and make his way toward the front, nearly stumbling on his own feet. He stood in the middle of the class, struggling to look at the four students who are watching him, so he kept his eyesight toward the wall at the back and well above their heads. "T-thank you for coming here. Before we start proper, um, I'm hoping we could introduce ourselves first? S-since some of us might not know each other... I'm Blake, uh, Blake Haynes. A first-year."

 

[silverwhere]

((Im on mobile and typing this while getting a tattoo - sorry if there are spelling errors))

Mars​

Mars always thought that they were a lucid dreamer. They were able to tell when they were dreaming and, for the most part, they could change the dream. They weren't a full lucid dreamer though. They were never able to master taking full control of the dream, but their brain was able to make dreams make more sense.

So when they woke up they were confused. Dreams normally were confusing and fleating. Dreams never came to a cohrent conclusion. They left you filling in the blanks and rounding out the story when you woke up. Whatever this was- it wasn't a dream. At least it didn't check any of the "It was all just a dream" boxes. If anything, it felt more like a memory- more clear and more filled with emotions. That wouldn't make any sense though; they had no clear memories of being in war.

They lingered on it while serving coffee to the early bird high school students. Not only that but the "dream" didn't make sense not because the events were confusing. It didn't have any backstory. It was like flipping through TV channels. You don't get the full story, you just know that those home buyers really don't like vinyl flooring.

They changed into school clothes and went to class where the dream was push to the back of their mind. They never really cared for school but it was their senior year and they had to figure out what to do after highschool. Sure, working at a coffee shop was fun and all but it wasn't something they wanted to do for the rest of their life.

They knew, as of right now, they wouldn't be able to afford college. They wouldn't be able get loans so they'd relay on scholarships. And which college would they even apply for? College applications costed money. And what would they major in? It was too many questions to think about before lunch.

Lunch was when they found out about the new club meet up. They read the poster as they ate a BLT that they made while at work. It seemed interesting. They didn't really attend clubs and it would look good on college applications if they did. So they took a photo of the club information before finishing their lunch.

It took them a bit to find someone to cover them at work. It was last minute and since they were a manager it was much harder- however they got luck and ended up only being a little bit late. Catching Amelia running down the hall and away from the clubroom. That was nice information to have.

They paused at the door waiting for Blake to finish his introduction before entering.

"Mars. Senior." They said with a wave before looking for a chair to sit in.

 

[Howl]

[With: Eccentric_Undead ]

Jason /// Yuumi
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Jason stood in a secluded corner of the hall, blocked by stairs and out of sight from the rest of the school. This was the type of place he liked. Hidden away, no one around and no awkward social moments that only served to make him uncomfortable. The sad reality of his world was that nothing in this world made sense. It was all so confusing and seemed so contradictory to itself. People preached about being decent humans, but refused to do what was necessary for it to be reality. Nothing lined up and those who were in line with logic were persecuted for it. Himself included. That was why he was more comfortable in the shadows.

He sat in the corner, book in hand and reading silently. He waited for Yuumi to show up. Despite his own awkward way about things, she was accepting of him and treated him no different than she did anyone else. To be honest, he never thought that he would find a potential life partner, but in retrospect, she was a bit different. They spent days reading together and playing chess. In those moments they weren't bound by normal society. She smiled happily as he read a book and he, for one of the rare times in his life, enjoyed physical contact as she would stroke his hair while he read tales of historical fantasy. That was who they were, in spite of all his natural inclinations.

Waiting patiently with his book, he thought about why they were going to this meeting. Here recently, both he and Yuumi had been having odd dreams. In his opinion, dreams were random and never had an underlying cause. What concerned him was the striking similarities between their dreams. It was a rather unexpected development, but both his dreams and Yuumi's shared an uncanny similarity in certain aspects that he found disturbing. His azure eyes traveled the page, taking in the story as he waited so patiently for his girlfriend to meet him, so they might discover something new about these dreams.

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She was late. Goodness, quite late. Yuumi had stayed longer in her classroom helping the teacher clean the chalkboards as she couldn't say no when she was asked. She grabbed her bookbag hastily and did a sort of jog-walk to where she was supposed to meet her beloved - Jason. They were to meet in their usual spot, which wasn't too far off from her classroom. Guilt ate away at her as she felt bad about not letting Jason know through at least text messages.

As she got closer to her destination, her ruby eyes darted around trying to find him. Once her view met his, her face lit with as she waved to him. She made an awkward halt in front of him as her hair flew to her front from the running wind. She beamed up at him with a kind smile. "Hi Jason." she said to him as she held her bag in front of her with both hands. Her eyes peaked over at the book he was reading - and it seemed to be one of his usual favorite genres. She repositioned herself after catching her breathe and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. "Shall we go?" She asked as she brushed her hand against his spare one, asking to hold it.

They were to go to a club meeting today about something interesting. Yuumi often confined in Jason about dreams, but it got weird once their visions started to align. She chalked it down as them being emotionally close or 'operating on the same wavelength'.. but it was still something that bothered her. Jason and Yuumi both saw posters outside of the library regarding this club - and both of them were intrigued. Maybe they can get some insights of what was happening.

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Jason's eyes never moved from his book. He heard and recognized the fact that she was there, but only when her hand grazed his own did he close the book. He didn't need a bookmark. He glanced away before placing his hand into hers. He stood there, adjusting a bit. Despite liking the physical contact, he was still quite unused to it. After a few moments he sighed and gave a nod. He wasn't upset that she was late or even bothered. It wasn't the type of thing he cared about.

He started out into the hall, his hand nervously holding onto hers as they walked. His thumb tenderly ran over her skin as it usually did. Taking in every detail and texture of her pale hand. He had a knack for small details like this. It was something he simply had to do. A compulsive response. He had to know every detail.

When they reached the door to the meeting he stopped. Hearing talking and knowing there was a large group of people inside. It terrified him. He didn't do well in situations like this. It's why he hid himself away in books. Turning towards the wall he looked down and placed his head against it. Looking down was easy. No eye contact or pretending he wasn't nervous or anxious. His hand trembled slightly in hers as he took a deep breath "I don't like people. They.....confuse me." His deep blue eyes gazed down at the slick, glossy school floor. Trying hard to overcome this fear.

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Jason's face started to look uncomfortable. Yuumi gave his hand a gentle squeeze to remind him that she was there with him - and that she would help him through this. Her eyes looked around the room as she saw a lot more people at the club than she thought. Was everyone having strange dreams? Suppose that's the life of an active teenage mind.

Yuumi pulled Jason gently to the back of the room as together, they were watching everyone interact. Her heart skipped a bit as she saw familiar faces. Amelia, in particular, she was used to seeing. It was surprising to see her without her usual friends - Olivia and Sophia. Yuumi chewed against her bottom lip and hoped that because there were so many people in the area that Amelia would pretend not to know her. "There's.. quite a few people here." she whispered to Jason.

 

[yoikes]

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Only one person introduced themself. Well, that went well. C'mon, you got this, you're the one who wants to hold this gathering, and now people are actually gathering dammit! Gathering every single ounce of courage he has inside him, Blake cleared his throat and decided to continue. "Um... You might be here today because you had a weird dream, and don't worry, so do I," he put his hand on his chest, and oh lord, he could feel his heart beating so fast. "I hope that we can discuss those dreams and find out about those meanings together, perhaps you're not the only one dreaming about certain things or certain scenarios. There have been cases where a small group of people shared a similar dream, if not the exact same one, which is the collective consciousness part of our theme today."

"Like, for example, just last night I dreamt of being a part of a group of warriors, fighting against a certain evil wearing black armor. It sounds funny, sure, but I've been getting this dream for..." Blake paused, trying to remember the details. "Just the past week alone, I got it three times already. Everything happened the same way, it was like reliving a moment over and over again, but the experience become more vivid with each time... I don't really know, it's hard to explain like that! Perhaps there is anyone else who is having a similar dream or similar situation with their dreams?"

 

[silverwhere]

Mars Mollagen
They/Them
Location: Dream Club Room - After School
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Mentions: Hiuly of Starmoon
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It was be wrong to say that the club meeting wasn't awkward. Mars had been the only one with enough care and courage to give a simple introduction of themselves. It was just a name and their class year that they announced before taking a seat at a desk, but since then the room had sat in silence as they waited for further instructions. It was a new club and everything too foreign for anyone to know what to do next and most people were too uncomfortable to be the next one to introduce themself. The only option was to wait for the club organizer to lead the meeting. Mars smirked as Blake fidgeted, the young man had hoped more people would introduce themselves. In a way, prolonging the countdown to when Blake had to take charge. It was a common occurrence, but the lack of introduce made the room even more silent. They could tell the situation didn't help Blake's nerves. Blake was one of the youngest in the room and he didn't have the experience to take charge in these situations. They also assumed that his nerves were made worse by Amelia's recent appearance. They had watched her sprint away from the clubroom and ,they could only assume, she took time away from practice to investigate the club and make fun of the people in the room. They doubt that she was just there to bully people though, Mars had a feeling that she was more curious about the club then she'd let on. It was something they could use to their advantage when it came to the track star if she decided to stir up drama with them.

Blake cleared his throat as he finally gained the courage to speak up to the room after concluding no one else would speak up.

"Um... You might be here today because you had a weird dream, and don't worry, so do I," Blake put his hand on his chest as he tried to slow his heart, "I hope that we can discuss those dreams and find out about those meanings together, perhaps you're not the only one dreaming about certain things or certain scenarios. There have been cases where a small group of people shared a similar dream, if not the exact same one, which is the collective consciousness part of our theme today."

Mars started reconsidered how beneficial this club would be as Blake finished the introduction.

Afterall, they were here to build their college and scholarship applications. It looked good to have clubs on your applications since it showed your dedication to your interests. It could also show how willing you were to make a change in your community. In hindsight, they should have joined clubs sooner. It looked better if were in them for long term or held a leadership position, however they knew that they wouldn't have been able to with as many hours as they worked. Their life was busy and it was more imperative to get food on the table then make yearbooks that they never bought. They were finally able to take a break during senior year. They didn't need to take as many classes and with the renovations completed in the studio they had more time on their hands. Typically, that time would be used to help them figure out what they were going to do with their life. Instead, they were wasting their time at a "Dream Dairy Club".

They shifted into their seat to lean back into the chair and they crossed their arms in attempts to get comfortable for the long haul. It was the first meeting, and it would be rude if they left so quickly. They were hoping that the club would consist more of research and scientific basing on the human psychology of dreams. As far as they understood, dreams are made up of one's subconscious which made them more personal than one would assume and Mars wasn't in the mood to lay out their subconscious to people. Yes, they were intrigued by the club because of their dream, that didn't mean that they wanted to share it.

"Like, for example, just last night I dreamt of being a part of a group of warriors, fighting against a certain evil wearing black armor. It sounds funny, sure, but I've been getting this dream for..."

It was like Blake was paused for dramatic affect as he explained his recent dreams. Mars couldn't help but notice that their own dreams were pretty similar.

"Just the past week alone, I got it three times already. Everything happened the same way, it was like reliving a moment over and over again, but the experience become more vivid with each time... I don't really know, it's hard to explain like that! Perhaps there is anyone else who is having a similar dream or similar situation with their dreams?"

Mars paused as they mulled over the question. The club posting stated it was going to be a discussion but this felt more like an outreach; as if Blake was desperately searching for answers and clues- a calling card. The same dream had made Mars interested in the club and, maybe, deep down they wanted answers to. The dream was surreal and it begged the question as to why multiple people would share the same dream. It sparked curiosity within them. They knew that they'd look crazy if they spoke up about their similar experiences and even crazier that they explain they had the same dream, but they doubt that their peers would. Mars had been the only one to introduce themselves; so why would they believe that anyone else would have the prowess to speak up? Upon that, what were the chances that everyone else in the room had a similar situation?

Sure, they'd bite. They'll feed into Blake's curiosity. Mars doubt that anyone here would use it against them.

"Hm?" They said as they moved towards the table and placed their elbow on it to help support their hand while they held their face, "A dream so surreal that it feels more inclined with a movie or a memory? Unfortunately, I'm in a similar boat. Both in situation and in dream. It's odd that our subconscious both decided for us to have the same dream repeatedly even though our daily lives are vastly different. I'm assuming that you have some prior research as to why this might be the case?"

 

[HolographicHydra]

Asta listened quietly. In all honesty, she'd completely missed the part where he'd asked for people to introduce themselves and, by the time she'd realised that was what they were doing, only one person had spoken up. And with no one else answering, she felt too intimidated by the idea to speak up herself, so she merely shrank back into her seat. Listening quietly to Blake and, feeling pleased that he really was quite into this subject, if just nervous, she nodded along softly. The dream she'd been having for the last... who knew how long, was becoming more and more vivid, more lifelike, every time she experienced it.

She was hesitant to speak up so, when Mars went first, it helped her. And it was strange, because what he'd said, about the dream being similar, if not the same, was what she'd been about to mention. Swallowing her anxiety, hoping no one here would make fun of her for agreeing, she nodded, "M-Me too. A evil looking thing wearing black armour and... and a group o-of warriors, l-led by a... a knight I think? It k-keeps coming around." She spoke hesitantly, still not too certain of whether everyone here was here to actually discuss these things, or if there was someone here ready to make fun of them.

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[The Fluffiest Floof]

Yuki felt the the elbow bump into her side, as Elias reassured the kid that was apparently leading this litte get together. Her eyes rolled, as in her eyes, Elias often was a little too keen on not ruffling anybodys feathers. Then again, Yuki knew it was not her strong suitto consider how others might fee about things she did and said. It was not that she didnt care, more so that she was a bit too headstrong to really see the world from other peoples perspectives a lot of the time.

Yuumi and Jason soon entered, earning a wave from Yuki. But since people were already introducing themselves, the brown haired girl decided not to speak out to her friend, as even Yuki knew that woud have been rude. Not that she usually cared what others thought, but there was no point on being rude just for the sake of it, that was just as stupid.
Introductions were slow and Yuki considered saying something. On the other hand, most people alrleady knew who she was, so she figured she wouldn't really have to introduce herself here.

A long silence followed, before Blake got to the point of their meeting. He explained about his dreams, especially one that he frequently had. It sounded oddly familiar. But that wasn't the end of it. More and more people spoke up. They reported of similar dreams. With each one, Yuki's own memories hardened and became clearer. When Asta had finished her insecure explanation of her experience, Yuki sighed audibly.

"I guess I have kind of a similar dream... I'm like... A samurai of some sorts and I am fighting with some other... Fantasy people or something. There is this big bad guy that everyone wants to take down. So the heroes all unite under a common cause, fight for peace, something along the lines of that bullshit." Yuki pulled her bag up from the ground, rummaging through it for a few seconds. She pulled out a worn down sketch-book, flipping through its pages. Having eventually found what she had been looking for, she turned it for everyone to see. An illustration of a group of vastly different characters, all united in an epic fight against a dark armored foe. It was an epic image in the unique style that Yuki had found for herself, influenced by both, traditional japanese art and newer pieces alike. Her watermark adorned the image, cleverly worked into the crest of the female samurai that seemed to be the centerpiece of the artwork.

Yuki shrugged after revealing the image. "The dream has been showing up a lot, so I made this. I guess you guys could look and see if you spot something familiar on it? That would align with that shared dream stuff you've been on about, right?"

 

[Howl]

Yuumi fiddled with her fingers at the back of the room, a lump in her throat as she got nervous at the thought of speaking in front of so many people. She noticed Yuki waving, and a smile lit up on her face. She was so glad to know someone here, of course giving a small wave back. That was the only friend she could see in the room though. So many unfamiliar faces were near her, she felt so vulnerable.

Blake had shared with the group what kind of dreams he was having. It was similar to the one that Jason and Yuumi were having - eerily the same. Her eyes were still on the club leader as he continued to describe his dream, and she observed his tense posture. I guess I'm not the only one who's not good with crowds... Yuumi thought to herself, feeling a bit more comfortable.

Mars pointed out an important task regarding the reoccurring dreams - research. Though, most of what she could find just said everyone must've been connected to each other. But how would that be possible? Yuumi hasn't even met most of the people in the room. A good majority of the studying she did involving fantasies said that it could been that they all share similar emotions, or even cultures. However, Yuumi couldn't come to a conclusion about what culture would make everyone dream about fighting as vastly different looking warriors. It had to be surreal.

Some of the other students began to speak up in the room - talking about their experiences as well. Yuumi tilted her head down, staring at the ground as she recollected about her own dream. Although she cannot recall much, she did remember seeing an impressive bow in her hands that felt so natural to hold. It was almost like it was a part of her body. But that didn't make sense. Yuumi had never done archery before, so this was a curious feeling. She was wearing strange attire that didn't match anyone else's. It was a group of fighters - and everyone was so focused on an evil force. Honestly, all she could think about was how it reminded her of the Avengers.

Yuumi peaked her head back up once she heard a familar voice - Yuki's. It made her chest feel a bit warm to be in the same club as someone she considered a friend. Though the reasoning behind the banding of the group was strange, she could at least go home and tell her parents she was in an after school activity with a friend of hers. Just the thought made Yuumi happy.

After hearing her friend respond to Blake's question, Yuumi felt more confident to also vocalize her experience. Her voice trembled a bit as she said, "I have had the same dream many times. I can only see my arms holding a bow. And I saw other warriors fighting.." She could feel some eyes focused on her since she spoke up - which was starting to make Yuumi's cheeks turn red. She stopped talking pretty quickly as the lump in her throat came back. She shuffled her feet a bit back to press herself against the wall, wishing she could melt into it. That was the most public speaking she's done in awhile - that was her limit. Yuumi sealed her lips now and looked around at the other students as they all shared their thoughts about what was happening.

 

[silverwhere]

Mars Mollagen
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Dream Club Room - After School
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"M-Me too. An evil looking thing wearing black armour and... and a group o-of warriors, l-led by a... a knight I think? It k-keeps coming around." Asta said nervously, as if she were testing the waters with fear that something might jump out and bite. It was a warranted fear, high school was full with people who releashed in power and used it to tear people apart. Asta would be torn apart if the opportunity showed itself. Those types of people much rather break someone before they realized that they were just as broken. Maybe Asta knew this and, to protect herself, she distanced herself from high school society. It was why Mars didn't know much about the girl and they didn't care to learn more about her. They weren't interested in making friends with her and they didn't want to give her a tutorial on how to survive high school social life. If she was happy to isolate herself then they weren't going to shake her world.

A sighed was made and Mars looked at the source to see that Yuki had decided to join the conversation. They took a moment to decipher if the sigh was out of boredom or if Yuki wanted the attention of the room.

"I guess I have kind of a similar dream... I'm like... A samurai of some sorts and I am fighting with some other... Fantasy people or something. There is this big bad guy that everyone wants to take down. So the heroes all unite under a common cause, fight for peace, something along the lines of that bullshit." Yuki said as she moved to grab her bag and pulled out a worn notebook. It was easy to tell that Yuki was an artist by her hands. Typically, they were covered in charcoal from rubbing her palms against her drawings during class and spray paint residue lightly splattered against her fingertips. It was made more apparent by the state of her notebook. It was well loved and was obviously something she used often. Mars could see worn pages through the sides and scars of constant travel. Yuki turned to one of her latest works and turned it for the group to see. It was highly stylized and apparent that Yuki had made her dreamself the focal point of the drawing with the crest drawing their attention. It was obvious that Yuki had worked hard to hone her artistic talents and they had no doubt that she had a potential future within the field. "The dream has been showing up a lot, so I made this. I guess you guys could look and see if you spot something familiar on it? That would align with that shared dream stuff you've been on about, right?"

Another voice spoke up as she was encouraged by Yuki's recent announcement. It was amazing what one person can do to help others gain the confidence to speak. It was equally interesting to see how someone's confidence could be diminished by another person's voice. Yuumi pointed towards a person armed with a bow, "I have had the same dream many times. I can only see my arms holding a bow. And I saw other warriors fighting..." It was another person Mars didn't know well but they could tell by the trember in her voice that she wasn't accustomed to public speaking. Yuumi shifted and tried to hide herself away from view, Mars could only assume that she most likely wouldn't speak up again during the meeting. The courage that Yuki had given the other girl had already fluttered away leaving room for her to be anxious once more. Either way, the information that she gave Mars was enough for them to process what could be going on.

The only difference Mars could find among everyone's testimonies was the perspective. It was unlikely that the two reclusive girls had the confidence to lie and the drawing Yuki provided was proof that this wasn't fabricated. It was enough proof that the rest in the room should feel comfortable to know that they also had the same experience. Something was up and it intrigued Mars. They couldn't help but wonder, why would everyone here have the same dream and what were the chances that they all went to the same school? They stood up holding their hand out for the art book as they took control over the meeting. Blake was nice and he was certainly doing his best, but he went too slow for Mars. They were ready to get to the point. Standing allowed them to gain control of the room and it was a physical representation of who was in charge now. Mars was taller than Blake and they hoped it was enough to let Blake understand that they weren't here to play games.

"Hm, what do you think the chances are that we all had the same dream? Added with the fact that we all go to the same school, and let's not mention that we all decided to go to the same club meeting today." They didn't need to do the math to know that the chances of that were low, "As I said, dreams are affected by one's subconscious. We shouldn't be having the same dreams especially when we all have different lifestyles. Sure, dreams can overlap, but this is more than an overlap. It's the same thing but in a different perspective and it feels far too real. Dreams aren't supposed to make sense, but this was in perfect clarity."

They paused as they thought about what they were going to say next. They didn't like how convenient the situation was and they rather not attribute it to fate. Mars prefered facts and much rather read articles written by researchers who studied the topic. There must be some logical reasoning as to why a random group of high schoolers at a random school is experiencing this. All that filled Mars's head was the countless amount of media that told stories of how a subconscious would relieve details of previous life memories. They were the one that mentioned that it felt more akin to a memory.

"There are research papers that detail the possibility that our subconscious can hold..." They paused again looking for the right word, "details and possibly memories of previous lives. It's insane and I think more research has to be done before we can conclude if this is the case, but I think we all can agree that, whatever this is, isn't a typical dream."

They turned to Blake and narrowed their eyes at him. Blake wanted information and had put together a club to get it. "So Blake, I'm assuming that you have more of a firm grasp as to what is going on? Or was this your feeble attempt to gain more information?"

Maybe they had came off a bit harsh, but they were ready to start an actual discussion. They didn't want the room to keep going around saying the same thing. They all already knew that they had the same dream. Mars doubt that anyone in here didn't and it made them wonder why Ameelia came here in the first place. Sure she lavished in other people's insecurities and did come to poke fun at the group members, but they had a feeling she wanted to know about the dream just as much as anyone else. Maybe they'll pay her a visit.

 

[rearoleplays]

The school corridors were empty, Kaede noted. It was weird- she usually left immediately after school, and during school hours it was more crowded than a mall in the middle of Black Friday sales. The strangeness of it made her more nervous than she already was, and she shoved her hands further into her pockets as she slowly made her way to the classroom written on the poster from that morning.

Honestly, she wasn't sure if anything would come of this 'discussion'. She wasn't entirely against the idea of the supernatural, had been raised on folklore filled with it, but the idea of shared dreams was pushing it. Still... her dream came to her, unbidden.

She stared at... something. He looked normal enough, but something about him was off. Whatever he was, it wasn't human. He wore black armor. It protected him well, and she felt a stab of irritation at that. She couldn't see any blind spots. She gripped her pipe, knuckles going white, and held it up to her mouth. She'd need to get close, be certain that he'd breathe in the poison she knew was in the pipe. She looked around, cataloging even the smallest of shadows. There was a moment of tension, where everything was still, and then-!

Kaede would always wake up at that, but she could hazard a guess at what happened after. It had been this recurring dream, damn near every night for the past two weeks. Almost every morning she'd wake up sweating, heart beating in her chest so hard that the first time it happened she'd wondered if this was what a heart attack felt like. And now, she had a shot at getting some answers.

She picked up her pace as she turned the corner, and quickly found herself in front of the classroom. She breathed in before knocking on the door lightly and stepping inside. There were a few familiar faces, some people she may have classes with, and a tall person with short red hair stood in the middle, talking about dreams of past lives. Kaede's breath hitched. It was an insane thought, not just the idea of having a past life, but being... a what, a warrior? And yet, she couldn't help but think about it. There were details in the dream she couldn't make sense of: why she needed to know where every shadow was, for example; but it bothered her more like she'd forgotten something, instead of simply not knowing.

Kaede watched as the redhead finished off their monologue with a snarky comment towards a nervous-looking boy. She rolled her eyes, and walked into the classroom, closing the door behind her.

"Well, if gaining information was his goal, he's done it, hasn't he? We all now know that we were connected in our past lives."

 

[yoikes]

Listening to the others sharing their story felt unreal, more because their story sounded very similar to the dreams Blake has been having. He could feel a cold chill, goosebumps, spreading across his body. It is very strange and completely unexpected. Or rather, everything about today is. What are the chances that so many people inside the room are dreaming about such a similar dream? The person said Mars pointed it out nicely how it all seems like the very same dream, but different perspective, but how does that even possible? So many thought is running inside his head, but Blake was particularly caught off by the questions regarding his research and motive of holding the event.

"U-Uh..." Blake feels a different kind of cold now. The kind that just wants to dig a hole and bury himself in it, to hide from the gaze of so many people who seemingly look at him for an answer. Should he tell them the truth? It's embarrassing, as it's not exactly from proper legitimate sources, but they all deserve to know. That's what he would, too. "To... to be honest, I've only been reading blogs and web articles that discuss this possibility. But, um, there's nothing that is scientific, if that is what you are asking. Dreams are after all part of our consciousness, the human mind, and there is no exact way to study something as abstract as that." Blake didn't realize it, but he is feeling comfortable the more he speaks, like energy building up within him from excitement. "There are theories that are discussed regarding as to why we could be having the same dream like this. If I recall correctly it... talks about a sign of emotional closeness, or shared experience or trauma but... uh, we all never met before, right?"

Then, the door to the class swung open again. At this point, Blake was expecting another stranger, but instead, there was the stern-looking Ms Britney, the principal of White Mountain. "What are you kids doing here? The school has been over for more than an hour!" She scanned the room quietly, seemingly making sure to memorize everyone present, then turned at Blake. "Um-- We were having this gathering." He sheepishly showed the crumpled piece of the brochure he still has on him.

"Ah, that one, I have seen that everywhere. So this is what it was for. Now that your little gathering is finished, make sure to take them all off." Ms Britney looked at it curiously, her expression softened slightly. "Now I don't care what you exactly discussed, but it's time for all of you to leave so all the rooms could be cleaned for tomorrow."

Blake's energy seemingly pops or deflates, the kind of thing a balloon does. Right, this is unofficial after all. He didn't even ask permission to borrow a class, so there's nothing that he can do if they got kicked out by the principal herself. He wished they could speak more about the dream, but it's probably impossible, he is in a different class and different "caste" than everyone else. Blake waited until Ms Britney exited the room before turning toward the others, trying to find his footing again, but his voice was clearly shaky. "U-Uhm, well-- um, y-you guys heard her. Sorry if... there's not much that we do today."

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[The Fluffiest Floof]

Yuki watched other people speak up about their experiences, all having similarities to her own. She watched Mars get up, extend the hand out to be given the notebook. But the demanding way they did it really didnt sit well with the deliquent. Neither did the way that they were a bit too direct at the poor kid that had gotten them all together. Yuki simply looked at Mars, letting them stand there with their hand extended for uncomfortably long.

Blake was about to speak more about what research he had already done and what could be done now, when the door burst open and the principal decided to barge in. While Amelia before had been stared down in what seemed like an unspoken warning, the woman that now was present in the room was hit with nothing but pure venom from Yukis eyes. The unbridled hatred for not only the woman and the authority she represented, but decided to act out on the gathering. Of course, the girl remained silent. No need to cuase trouble for the others. Ms. Britney knew very well how Yuki felt about her.

When the principal left, Yuki's eyes turned back to Blake, who seemed to have lost a lot of his energy. He apparently wanted to end the meeting here, which was not a bad time, but he looked disappointed. Yuki felt as though if things were to just end like that, there would not be another meeting. But this was too interesting, Yuki was not intent on letting it die down like that. With a loud snap, her artbook closed, drawing attention to her. "I live by myself, so we are undisturbed in my apartment if we want to hold the next meeting there. But I only offer the place, I wont be organizing anything." The fact she offered this would show to people that knew her, that Yuki was very appreciative of this club and interest in its continuation. Those that did not know her well would likely be stuck on the disinterest tone she said those things with, which was merely the way she said most things.

 

[Klown]

— ELIAS HEADLY
L O C A T I O N : dream discussion classroom
W I T H : everyone in the class

The meeting unraveled several mysteries that Elias had been toiling with for days. Startlingly real visions at night of what he’d assumed was the manifestation of an intense craving to play fantasy video games. After the heat of his face cools—how could he have forgotten Blake sits not even two seats behind him!?—Elias turns a mindful eye to the rest of the room as they detail their experiences. None surprised him like Yuki’s if only by virtue of their relationship and how easily the two could have confided in each other.

When Yuki revealed her sketchbook, a marvel of watercolor and ink, Elias waited a moment before plucking the book to his side and wordlessly gawping. If he’d cracked his skull open in the knight and let his dreams flush out like yolk onto paper, it might have yielded the same results. Elias’ eyes pored over every inch of Yuki’s art; the fine glass between past and present warped and melted, seizing his temples with an intense throbbing.

Elias carefully returns the sketch to its maker, and barely grasps the ends of whatever is being discussed. His brain might as well have been shredded in a blender and poured back into his head. It would function all the same.

The principal breaches their intimate little space; Elias is relieved for the distraction. It’s only then that he lifts his head to realize the new faces that shared the room. After brief chiding from the school’s head, they’re left to their own devices again. Elias’ bubbling eagerness to leave is halted by a sickening wave of guilt when seeing Blake’s crushed muse, the tone of his voice tugging gently at Elias’ conscience. He wanted to help Blake, but the discoveries made today felt like rocks piling in the put of his stomach. Elias didn’t know what he’d been expecting when that indescribable feeling lured him into this room, but it wasn’t this. Interconnected dreams and past lives? It all felt too big for him.

"I live by myself, so we are undisturbed in my apartment if we want to hold the next meeting there…” Elias whips to face Yuki, his eyes wide in a cross between dread and amusement. Yuki would open her doors for this, willingly? His eyes scanned her face but found it shy of doubt or regret. His eyes glance towards her sketchbook, now shut, but still harboring the source of Elias’ dull headache. If this was something Yuki wanted, or needed, then he wouldn’t let her tackle it alone. Whether he liked it or not, he was already intrinsically wrapped in it all.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea!” His chipper form returns like a switch, smile wide and eyes glistening with an impossible-to-discern fabrication. He stands from his seat while freeing his phone from his pocket. “I can make a group chat for us so we can keep in touch.” He stumbles over to Blake first, handing his phone while simultaneously addressing everyone in the room. “Just put in your numbers and pass the phone around!”

 

[rearoleplays]

The principal ending the meeting only minutes after Kaede had arrived was disappointing, but she supposed it was on her for arriving so late. Ah, well. It is what it is. It’s not like nothing came of it, to the contrary, really - she’d been here not even 10 minutes and she was sure she’d be thinking about this for the next few days, at least.

There was a noise, and Kaede looked to see a dark-haired girl holding an art book. Once the girl saw she had everyone's attention, she spoke. “I live by myself, so we are undisturbed in my apartment if we want to hold the next meeting there. But I only offer the place, I won't be organizing anything.” Kaede bit her lip, considering, before sighing quietly. There were so many people, it’d be a total pain to organize, and it was totally out of character, but... Well, hopefully, it's worth it.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea!” The blond boy sitting next to the dark-haired girl said cheerily. “I can make a group chat for us so we can keep in touch.” He walked over to the nervous boy from earlier and handed over his phone. “Just put in your numbers and pass the phone around!”

Kaede stepped forward and waited for the boy to finish typing in his phone number before taking it for herself. She spoke as she typed, clearly and loudly. “I can organize it, I guess. Don’t have anything else to do. My name’s Kaede, by the way.” She finished typing and passed the phone on to the person closest to her.