(open dreamshare log) (muffled twilight zone playing in the distance)

[hackitude]

WHO: EVERYBOOOODYYYY (yeaaah) (rock your booodyyy) (yeaaah)
WHERE: DREAMSPACE
WHEN: The night of November 1st (slightly forward-dated to give people more time to play out threads mmk)
WHAT: DREAM SHENANIGANS (event info here!)
WARNINGS: None up here, but players please tag the subject lines of your dreams if they have NSFW or triggering content in them.

It's Saturday evening. What are you dreaming about, imPorts?

Some of you might find strangers intruding on your regular dreams. Others might find themselves suddenly in the dream of someone they've never met before. Or perhaps someone they're close to...? Either way. Seems like you're in for a bumpy night.

Comments

[forcowardice]

"I can manage. My arms got the worst of it, so I can walk, I think." Bracing himself, Fulcrum manages to get back onto his feet, but not without wincing.

He takes a moment to get his thoughts into order. The guards-- they would notice something's wrong. They probably would be coming at any minute.

"I... I don't know if we're going to escape successfully. No one has, but I guess if you showed up, we might have a chance." Fulcrum motions for her to follow as he starts pushing a crate towards a ventilation shaft. "How'd you end up here, anyway?"

[hands4healing]

Winry follows, looking around curiously. "I'm not sure. I was in Alaska, with Major General Armstrong."

Then, suddenly, she was here. It really didn't make much sense.

"We have to get out of here." She sounds determined, at least.