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baedalites ([personal profile] baedalites) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2012-03-31 08:21 pm

birds singing in the sycamore tree

As night falls on Baedal, the city is almost quiet. The streets have a few last minute workers returning home, but by now, most citizens have already gone by the temples and picked up their vurt, ready to lay down and dream.

After placing a not-feather in one's mouth, there's a moment where it fizzes against the tongue before sliding coolly down the back of the throat and pulling the user down into sleep. A series of impressions, more sensation than anything concrete, appears before the user and this is how one chooses which Dreamer to enter.
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[personal profile] phreak 2012-04-06 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"What can I say, I'm changeable." Which would be why she's now wearing a heavy, knit jacket and holding a White Russian. "You want to bowl or decide what the winner gets first?"

Alter plucks down another star for her own ball and with a bit of a push, turns it into a blue-green swirling gas cloud with a couple of lazily revolving rings and moons.