♫ tiger's eye ♫

[dramatispersonae]

You're in a sumptuous room, with rich brocade in your team colors and fine appointments in copper and marble that should look bright and beautiful -- but everything is dusty and grey, with a furtive, abandoned air. This is a place that's been locked away for a long time. It feels as if it would be sad to linger here for long.

Fortunately (perhaps), after one good look at the room, you catch a brief, pained snatch of melody. Your vision goes dark, and you immediately find your mind somewhere else-- ♫

Comments

Re: second

[karlsefni]

[internal shrieking]

[no no it's a dream okay look it doesn't even really seem like them but this is fucking uncomfortable to watch that's my teaaaaaammmm you fuuuuuuuuuck]

[paralyzed, tbh, watching them—fuckfuckshit okay no, breathe, we're okay they're not even playing we're okay we're okay this is just a dream this is just a dream]

. . . Ffffuuck.

Re: second

[hunting]

It can't be real... Something's screwing with us.

[ This more flat-out denial than actual belief. ]

Re: second

[karlsefni]

No shit. It's just a dream.

[probably. it's just a dream. it has to be a dream. there's no way it's not a dream]

There must be a way to get out, there always is.

Re: second

[hunting]

We keep going. We prove this is bullshit.

Re: second

[karlsefni]

Fine.