westwhere | a little dream of her

a little dream of her | part i

A LITTLE DREAM OF HER

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This is the first of two logs covering the Dream county travel Arc — it stretches until 23 April OOCly and covers roughly one IC week. There is an entirely optional wedding mystery plot, which will depend heavily on information gathering, sharing and deduction, rather than on supernatural powers.

Boarding scenarios for existing and new characters are covered under the Old Timers and New Arrivals header, respectively. Click on the tabs for details!

OLD TIMERS

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Absorbing Wrath, Licyn and Yelena’s feedback, King Deimar of Alem decides against joining his brother Haiva in ‘noble sacrifice’ to hell. Good news for the party, who depends on royal savvy to reach Alem’s otherworld transport beacon, buried in the labyrinthine tunnels beneath crumbling Alem.

■ Deimar and his paladins guide small groups back to the beacon — but the keypoint’s war-drained energies only let a handful of party members out. Characters who have dropped or been swept by AC during Arc VI go home. You can also canon update your character now.

The party must heads onwards east, boarding a dreamy train at a station near Hassir. Here, find exotic stalls with wares once intended for Alem — from the latest travel fashions, to unlucky artefacts, heavy alcohol and narcotics. You can even purchase a domestic ghost.

Whether the Merchant supplies a ticket or false staff uniforms for you to proactively sneak aboard, don’t dally — this train runs like clockwork.

NEW ARRIVALS

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You wake up to claustrophobia, ash and gravel in your mouth — and a sense of urgency: run. Midway through a slovenly, rattling underground corridor, you meet an irritable woman, who leads you out, at the foot of a serene, smoke-topped mountain.

The woman passes you a pendant that allows you to understand her and to communicate with others like you. You are one of many otherworlders brought into Akhuras by undead lords who seek to weaponise you, as they battle humans and each other for dominion. Don’t believe her? Look up. The holy citadel Alem yet burns before the dead armies of Rahakku.

The woman is Karsa, an associate of the elusive Merchant, who collects and leads otherworlders east, where ancient beacons can transport them home.

Regrettably, you’re late — you arrived with the unexpected last gasps of Alem’s dying beacon and must now catch up with the others, who’ve departed on the Sandman train express.

WHY THE LONG FACE?

Karsa barters for a carriage led by two nightmare horses, along with several such steeds for confident riders. These are mercurial mounts and dizzyingly fast — your only shot to reach a train travelling through Dream county.

■ Karsa warns you must not fall asleep during travel. The horses will invade your nightmares, consuming your vital energy while you suffer asleep.

■ Talk at all times or sound the shrill silver bells Karsa provides to wake up any sleepers.

You reach the seaside village of Kyari, where you must board the incoming Sandman express. Regrettably, the horses have left Karsa with just enough coin for one ticket for the wounded Dean Winchester. Everyone else: make do.

You must also help Karsa sneak in fist-sized, forbidden dream boxes. Try to avoid the Sandman’s guards and their canine sentries, who scent newly boarding passengers for such contraband. Return the boxes to Karsa once on the train.

You’ve got 45 minutes to board, once the Sandman reaches its rustic station. Some options?

■ Play stowaway and break the rustier locks of the economy class cars.

■ Sweet talk the depressed Conductor. You bought, but just… forgot your ticket.

■ Distract the guards while your group boards, so they can sneak you on after.

■ Plant dream contraband on another would-be passenger, when the dogs draw close.

■ Ride one of those god-forsaken horses and jump on top of the train once it starts moving, then make your way in through ceiling hatches. God help.

A fully veiled young woman might lend you a hand.

THE SANDMAN

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All aboard… the Sandman, a majestic 100-car train that gallops on an emaciated railway across Dream county. Ghosts and dream residents wave as it passes by.

The Sandman stops once after leaving Alem, at seaside village Kyari, before crossing the abyss of the Cradle — the turbulent, storm-prone birthplace of dreams, where it is constantly night-time.

Some say the Cradle is only a cauldron for those who steal dreams or make them into living things. Others say the Cradle has its own mind.

To avoid igniting dream storms, passengers are strictly prohibited from carrying dream tokens and performing dream magic. Characters find their powers are significantly reduced while travelling on the Sandman.

New arrivals join the Sandman at Kyari with group caretaker Karsa, who introduces them to the old party.

■ The Sandman offers exquisite single-person compartments with en-suite bathrooms for First Class passengers, while Second Class travellers share generous cabins in pairs, and up to four voyagers can bunk up in… cozy Third Class cabins. Shared bathrooms and a small sauna cabin are also available.

■ You can hide in the staff, luggage or coal stock rooms.

■ You can decide your character’s First/Second/Third Class, staff or stowaway status. (Pick a job for staff!)

■ The LOST & FOUND booth contains an assortment of clothes and items forgotten by passengers, which you can raid (within reason). Latest findings: cigarettes, medical-grade opiate powders, a a beautiful green dress and pink striped men’s suit, all brought in after the Sandman leaves Kyari.

■ Amenities range from dining & bar carts to game, exercise and cinema halls where the (PG-13!) pleasant dreams you’ve gambled away can be viewed freely, or passengers can hold recitals or seminars.

■ You can gamble in regular currency or pleasant dreams (not memories).

■ Travellers are polite and social. You learn early on that you share a voyage with renown heroine and First Class passenger Firo, who, alongside her friends and sister party, picks up her bride Prassenze from Kyari.

■ Within two hours of leaving Kyari, the sky begins to darken, becoming pitch black and occasionally loudly stormed. It stays a starless night time throughout your journey over the Cradle.

■ For communal safety, windows and doors are locked and magically enforced shut after the train departs Kyari. The nightmare storms within the Cradle region crackle with highly chaotic energy that can (re)shape reality, endangering passengers. Deputy conductor Michel Bauc holds the window and door keys. An irritating, tinny, train-wide alarm sounds if anyone tries to force a window open.

■ You might sometimes find fellow passengers trying to exit the train or open the windows to join the storms, while they nap. Do wake up them up.

■ Whether you’re an insomniac or don’t typically need sleep, you find you fall instantly asleep at midnight and awaken refreshed by 8 a.m.

■ A skeletal crew serves the Sandman at night. The most authoritative figure is gloomy Conductor Rossakoff, who slinks silently across the train.

THE MENU

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Trot down to the dining carts for an unforgettable meal included with your ticket. Formal evening attire is expected during dinner. Some courses are lightly sparkled with stimulants that deepen certain aspects of diner’s emotions during the meal — this is not disclosed ICly, but visible to you OOCly in the menu. (ex: the Ham and Laughter Eggs triggers roaring laughter and a good disposition ).

BREAKFAST

SUPPER & DINNER

SNACKS & BEVERAGES

DREAM SMUGGLERS

The new arrivals helped Karsa bring contraband aboard, but they’ve steps to go to their final destination. The sorceress doles out fist-sized boxes containing precious dream fragments of happiness, sadness, fear, surprise, anger, guilt or disgust — explicitly prohibited cargo that regains its magical properties once aboard the Sandman.

Each box comes with instructions for drop off under a dining hall table at midday, under a roulette table by 6 p.m. or in the coal room by 8 p.m. Karsa says the deliveries are an explicit favour from the Merchant to an old (dream thief) friend aboard the Sandman.

■ Pair up for your run! Those who hold dream boxes feel their emotions to a player-chosen degree of intensity, throughout their adventure.

■ Beware the vigilant guards of the Sandman, who run frequent searches for illicit dream artefacts. Some bring dream-catching dogs who catch the scent of the dreamed things.

■ You may feel unusually sleepy while holding dream boxes. Doze, and you wake up to find your dreams have summoned a wo/man, child or animal whose temperament embodies the box’s emotion. They can’t help drawing attention, but slowly disappear within 30-60 minutes — wait, are those the guards?

■ Caught smugglers are locked into ‘jail’ cabins, while their contraband is placed in the office of Conductor Rossakoff. First-time captives can be bailed out at ludicrous expense or in exchange for maid service, but repeat offenders are jailed
for the rest of the voyage. Liberate your dream box back from the Conductor’s strangely barren, otherwise untouched compartment.

■ Successfully delivered boxes feed into the mystery of the missing bride. You mysteriously fall asleep to a sweet dream if you wait to meet the collector — and wake up to a feeling of wrongness, as if reality is mute and diffuse around you, before your hearing and vision resettle.

THE GROUNDHOG WEDDING: A MYSTERY

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Firo’s bride Prassenze boards the Sandman from Kyari. She comes alone, veiled head to toe, and only brings a modest case. She is short, thin, pale and shy, prone to silence and retiring to her cabin at the earliest opportunity — a far cry from boisterous Firo.

…so much so that Firo’s sister Lita and friends Dulcinea, Maiza and Attru tell anyone who’ll listen that Firo is marrying this girl after courting her for six months through correspondence. Even bashful Hugo admits the pair is… perhaps a little mismatched. This is their first in-person encounter.

■ The wedding party members plead or offer coin for you to coerce the loving pair to delay their marriage — or to sabotage the wedding, due to take place in two days.

■ An enthusiastic Firo meanwhile asks if you can help with celebratory clothing or wedding ornaments.

■ Shortly after, Lita appears lost in her thoughts and altogether not there, clutching a letter in hand, the day after the Sandman departs Kyari.

HERE COMES THE BRIDE... AGAIN

1.0

No one forgets their wedding night — least of all brave Firo, who, vows performed, makes merry with her group and timid bride over a magnificent feast in the dining halls. Everyone is invited.

The blushing bride is visibly infatuated with Firo, but overwhelmed by the loud, relentless social activity. She hardly speaks to anyone, other than Firo, whose friends complain increasingly loudly that Prassenze is aloof, a cold fish, and thinks herself above them.

Prassenze excuses herself to freshen up in her cabin. Nearly an hour’s absence later, a worried Firo checks up on her — finding the bride’s compartment locked from the inside. Once the door is forced open, the partygoers — and you? — discover the inside stormed, bridal veils discarded on the floors, and windows widely open as the Cradle’s nightmare tempests rage.

The bride has vanished.

Terrified, Firo questions everyone in earnest, accepting your assistance to find Prassenze.

2.0.

You wake up next morning to find everyone reliving the same wedding day, which only fellow otherworlders recall. Squinting outside, you see new landscape — suggesting the Sandman has covered a day’s journey.

The bride Prassenze is present again, but sharply different in appearance and manner. Now, she is closer to Firo in size, her build athletic. Her manner is brusque, assertive, commanding. Some in Firo’s group are put off, others frightened. Firo appears a little taken aback by her bride’s domineering nature.

During the second wedding, a drunk Maiza and Dulcinea quarrel with Prassenze, who doesn’t back down. A frustrated Firo tries to break the fight, verbally lashing out at her friends for drinking and at Prassenze for stooping to their intoxicated level.

Prassenze storms to her cabin. She is once more found missing, when searched. As before, her compartment was locked from the inside, the window is wide open, and her veils have been abandoned.

3.0.

You wake up to a third wedding day, with only party otherworlders recalling the past two days. Prassenze looks and acts differently from the first and second wedding day — now she is of average build and height, with an especially jovial, overly friendly manner, prone to laughter and pranks. This time, she drinks with Firo’s friends, plays (and wins!) at many of their card and dice games, humours their stories and even flirts — but is so devoted to Firo’s group that she accidentally neglects Firo herself throughout the day. Firo repeatedly tries to coax her to spend time together, but fails, and abandons her during the wedding feast — perhaps meeting you for a drink instead?

Realising she has driven Fire away, a distressed Prassenze once more withdraws into her compartment at the end of the (third) wedding night — and disappears, leaving the same clues behind as on the first and second wedding day.

There are no further repetitions and time passes regularly after the third wedding day. The morning after, apothecary passenger Rigolante mentions asks Conductor Rossakoff to conduct a search, as some of his herbs and measuring tools have gone missing.

■ Player characters can change events and investigate during the second and third ~~groundhog~~ wedding days. Regrettably, Prassenze still disappears.

■ Non-PC characters and the Sandman’s crew only recall the third wedding day.

■ Conductor Rossakoff says the number of dreamers whose dreams help propel the Sandman during the obligatory midnight-8 a.m. nap — what do you know, you were helping all along! — has stayed the same since leaving Kyari, meaning the bride is alive on board. No one seems able to find her… help a distraught Firo find her missing wife!

CAST & CREW

	FIRO Good-humoured, sincere and just heroine, renown for her many feats of bravery — from rescuing villages to outwitting sphinxes and challenging immortals. Loud and prone to laughter. Quick to tell everyone about her beloved Prassenze.
	CONTESSA LITA Doting older sister of Firo, married to a Count who prefers a quiet life at his countryside estate. Preposterously wealthy and fashionable. Life of every party.
	MAIZA Once a gifted mathematician, Maiza quickly realized there is more money for the modern man to make from his brawns than his brains. After retraining as a barbarian, he served as muscle (and accountant) during many of Firo’s adventures..
	ATTRU The prince of a distant land, some say descended from wolves. Walks among men to learn their ways. Looks young, but will mention at least three wives and five children in the first five minutes of conversation. Smooth.
	DULCINEA Redeemed mercenary, who once used to sell her sword to anyone with the coin to spare — some say, even the dead! Turned an honest leaf after meeting Firo, of whom she is very protective. At times still sinister at her edges.
	HUGO A pilot turned priest, or a priest turned pilot. Met Firo during his many travels. Soft-spoken, mild-mannered, but jittery, with the kind of thin nerves that suggest he has survived numerous fraught circumstances.
	RIGOLANTE An apothecary of exotic drugs and herbs. He had hoped to make his fortune in Alem, but arrived just as the fortress crumbled, before he could sell enough of his wares. Prays he will find better fortune east.
	CONDUCTOR ROSSAKOFF The gloom and doom of the Sandman, eerily tall, slinking and silent. Passengers prefer to deal with deputy conductor Michael Bauc because of Rossakoff’s intimidating and discouraging presence. Takes a hard stand on smuggling or passenger misbehaviour and all but worships the Sandman.
	PRASSENZE The all-veiled bride of Firo, boarding at Kyari. Not once, not twice, but thrice disappeared.

IC TIMELINE

Day 01: Boarding at Hassir/Alem (morning)

Day 03: Boarding at Kyari (midday); within two hours of departing, the Sandman starts journeying on the railway above the abyssal Cradle — the sky is pitch black at all hours, nightmare storms rattle the train.

Day 04: Lita begins to behave airily, as if she’s not quite present.

Day 05: First wedding (16:00) and wedding feast (19:00)

Day 06: Second wedding (16:00) and wedding feast (19:00)

Day 07: Third wedding (16:00) and wedding feast (19:00).

Day 08: Rigolante asks Conductor Rossakoff to enforce a search for his missing herbs and recipients.

QUESTIONS

NPC THREADS

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( ah. that explains it. tilting her head to one side, she studies him for a long moment and then shrugs. )

Ask me something only I’d know. ( because it probably won’t be sufficient to just say ‘I’m me’ — she can’t blame him for being cautious. not given how weird this entire place is. yelena had outright attacked her; at least bucky was taking a subtler approach. ) I’ll answer whatever you want.

( it kind of figures she'd say that, wouldn't it? and he tries to tell himself that someone who didn't know the answers to any potential questions wouldn't offer it.

they'd just say 'i'm me.' is that enough for him to believe it? no, but it's a good start. )

When did I become a vegetarian?

( he's not one. )

( she stares at him for a long moment, eyebrows raised. then she sighs, turns her attention back to her drink, tracing a finger across the rim. )

Unless it’s something you decided in this place — you didn’t.

( easy, as far as questions go; not that she made a point of tracking his appetite or anything back home, but she feels fairly confident steve would have mentioned it at some point. )

Did they even have vegetarians in the 40s?

Probably.

( maybe not as many as they have right now but he guesses they had to exist. he shrugs.

it's a pretty good indicator that she is who she says she is but it's still...hard to believe. )

I just saw Steve's face little bit before you showed up. But, it wasn't him. Some...thing wearing his face.

( the movement of her finger pauses, steve — and then picks up curl around the glass, bringing it to her lips. it’s a momentary slip, but probably something he’d have noticed with his background — she would have. )

You have any other quiz questions?

( it’s on the tip of her tongue to say that yelena had the same fear, that they’d even attacked each other … but she’s not sure if he knows yelena —

or if she can trust him either. )

Promise I won’t jump up and say boo.

( his eyes catch the small movement but he doesn't say anything. she knows she slipped up and she doesn't need to have further attention drawn to it.

he'd slipped up too when he'd found steve's face, nearly gotten himself killed .)

How did you get here?

( that's not a quiz question but he is curious. )

Woke up here.

( she’s tempted to leave it at that, make him work a little bit for it — but what’s the point? it’ll come out eventually; she hadn’t been the only one told to get on this train or die trying. the others had already been aboard, and if they knew each other? it’d be easy to see who didn’t fit. )

I was underground, tied up with some others. I got free and started running .. until I ran into Karsa. Felt like some kind of battlefield.

Yeah, that's what it was.

( he scratches his cheek. )

I was underground during all that. Punching out walls and...yeah.

( he'd definitely been dealing with some other things but he'd rather not talk about it right now. he's still wary, still not sure if he wants to believe this. )

I woke up in a desert. Climbed out of the sand.

Punching out walls. ( repeated in a deadpan, though she gives him a second once-over. that’s new, maybe. maybe he’s always been able to punch out walls and she just hadn’t known about it. either way — )

You know, I think I’d rather have had the sand. ( though waking up had been fine — the carriage ride had been worse. )

Still don’t believe me?

Haven't decided.

( if he believes her or not. he's leaning towards believing her but he can't rule anything out. )

Sand wasn't all that great. I could deal with that but there were things in the sand. Rather avoid all that if I can.

( bringing her drink to her lips again, she hums a noise against the rim and then shrugs in earnest. maybe that ought to have been a selling point - no imminent fights after waking up, just a three day long carriage ride where she hadn't been allowed to sleep. perfect time to have her own existential crisis over her death and then end up on the ... well, she couldn't call it ok side of things, but at least she is functioning. that's all she can ask at this point. )

Smart. I wouldn't know whether to believe me either. ( for some reason, natasha feels like she has no option but to believe him. )

Been here long?

A few weeks.

( feels like it's been longer, sometimes. but he knows that it hadn't been all that long away since the desert. since then, he'd gone to hell and back, literally.

his shoulders hunch. )

Too long for my tastes.

You have something to get back to?

( she tries to hide the hitch in her voice with another sip of her drink, knowing full well he'll have heard it. he's dead back home, but it doesn't bother her to see him here — after all, isn't she dead too? but if he wants to go back...

why would he want to go back if that was all that waited for him? )

( he doesn't answer, hearing that hitch and eyeing her steadily. )

You know something I don't?

( he hates this timeline shit. )

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I could be asking you that.

( she's been expecting the question since the moment the hitch gave her away; so it's smooth as silk, face impassive and neutral. then, her lips quirk in a small smile. )

Last thing you remember from home?

Sam Wilson's boat.

( and a few things after. he shrugs. )

Clearly you remember something else.

Nothing interesting.

( and this time her face really is impassive, her tells carefully squashed for now. sam wilson's boat isn't near descriptive enough for her to place him. and she won't be the one to tell him about thanos's snap if he doesn't know. but she can tell him something about herself — )

Am I dead for you? ( calm. quiet. )

( that's a question that he doesn't want to answer. but he guesses that his lack of immediate answer is all that she needs to hear.

he bows his head. )

Yeah.

( he gives the answer anyway, thinking she's owed that. )

( the corner of her mouth twists, the only indication that it hurts her to hear him say it — she raises the glass to her lips in a smooth motion, pausing a moment before tipping it towards him in a mock toast. the liquid burns, wakes her up a bit. )

You too. But you come back.

( it's not a question. and unspoken: i don't. )

Glad to hear there's something that comes after for you.

( he doesn't know what to say. most of his silences are intentional, purposefully chosen because he doesn't want to talk or he doesn't need to talk.

someone else typically does it for him.

right now, he just doesn't know what to say. comfort isn't his thing and he doesn't think she'd accept it anyway.

he swallows. )

Yeah, good for me.

( his head bows. )

I shouldn't have.

You really think that?

( her drink is halfway to her mouth — she pauses, then abandons it on the counter to grip the flesh and blood arm that is closest to her, hard enough to bruise. )

After all we went through to get you all back?

It's not that simple.

( he sighs, rubs a hand over his face. he knows what people went through, the suffering that he and his situation put them through. )

Still got all that shit in my head. It doesn't go away just because I'm...I don't know. Because I'm here.

( a part of her recognizes this is too raw — too close to home for her to be entirely objective, emotions still running close to the surface. she'd spent five years. countless hours. her life, in a very literal sense. to bring everyone back and now he ... didn't want it?

it'd never occurred to her that some wouldn't. )

You have time to figure it out. People who'll figure it out with you, unless you make a habit of hanging around Sam's boat without him.

( he huffs, shrugging a shoulder. )

Don't think he'd let me. But he's got bigger fish to fry now.

( captain america and all. )

So, I might end up doing just that to keep myself distracted.

Sounds like you need a job.

( natasha snorts into her drink, though when she glances at him again, her eyes are rueful. she … knows what that feels like. keeping yourself distracted. she’d had five years of that. )

You’ve already got a boat, that’s halfway to a fisherman.

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