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saturations) wrote2021-12-11 12:51 pm
saturations) wrote2021-12-11 12:51 pm
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ROLE: Elephant John
ELEPHANT JOHN
Today, regardless of wherever Emet-Selch is, he will soon receive a text message from Bass.
hey!! come thru!! 
Emet-Selch doesn't really have time to question what they mean by this, because immediately a shimmery, yellow archway erects before him.
As Emet-Selch enters through the archway he'll find himself in what appears to be an empty street. Walking down this street leads to a towering building with an archway covered in greenery. This area seems to be sort of like a covered patio, with several stores lining the inside of the tower, though all the names are blurred out. One sells clothing, another sells food, another sells tourist trinkets and novelty items. And in the middle of these stores is a giant planter filled with a vibrant splash of technicolor trees and bushes.
Sitting on this planter is Bass. They lift a static-y, melting hand.
"You made it! Come here, I've got something to show you."
And they hand Emet-Selch a laminated piece of paper. It looks kind of like a menu for a restaurant.
RULES
1. Dream something up!
2. Decide who you want to send a message and send them that Dream!
3. It has to be someone different each week, no repeats. Sorry!
4. Don't tell anybody. Seriously.
After reading the rules, Emet-Selch will find that an image becomes the home screen of his phone. He'll also feel something... sticky... appear on the back of his hand as a temporary tattoo of the same image appears. Only you can see the phone background and tattoo, and they both persist outside of this area.
Once the brand settles in, Bass tilts their head.
"Oh. That's probably fine? Anyway, I'm here to explain if you have questions!"
Emet-Selch doesn't really have time to question what they mean by this, because immediately a shimmery, yellow archway erects before him.
As Emet-Selch enters through the archway he'll find himself in what appears to be an empty street. Walking down this street leads to a towering building with an archway covered in greenery. This area seems to be sort of like a covered patio, with several stores lining the inside of the tower, though all the names are blurred out. One sells clothing, another sells food, another sells tourist trinkets and novelty items. And in the middle of these stores is a giant planter filled with a vibrant splash of technicolor trees and bushes.
Sitting on this planter is Bass. They lift a static-y, melting hand.
"You made it! Come here, I've got something to show you."
And they hand Emet-Selch a laminated piece of paper. It looks kind of like a menu for a restaurant.
RULES
1. Dream something up!
2. Decide who you want to send a message and send them that Dream!
3. It has to be someone different each week, no repeats. Sorry!
4. Don't tell anybody. Seriously.
After reading the rules, Emet-Selch will find that an image becomes the home screen of his phone. He'll also feel something... sticky... appear on the back of his hand as a temporary tattoo of the same image appears. Only you can see the phone background and tattoo, and they both persist outside of this area.
Once the brand settles in, Bass tilts their head.
"Oh. That's probably fine? Anyway, I'm here to explain if you have questions!"
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[he doesn't understand why someone would make a sapient being out of candy but she exists. so.]
And what of your own?
[don't think he didn't catch that, if he's working with these he'll need to know.]
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a long pause, as they look off into the distance.]
Um, excitement and I guess denial. [they say, quickly.]
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[uh huh, bass. okay.]
...very well. I shall keep all of this in mind.
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Anyway, yeah. Just tell me when you wanna try it out. It takes some getting used to, to focus on putting it together.
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[goes off to submit except i'm putting them in backwards ooc i have to figure that one out,]
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[and if he has more questions, bass is here!]
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-why the need for secrecy?
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Is there really anybody you want to tell?
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[they hesitate.] The prism doesn't want you to.
[which is why they didn't mention it first, because they know everybody hates that answer.]
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And I presume it has not given you any inkling as to why this is the case. Have you any idea of what would happen, then?
I've no intent to go testing it, but I do feel as if I ought to cover all that we are able to establish from the beginning.
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[their pixels blink out, going dead in places.]
I think it'd be really bad if you told a lot of people. It's just the sense I get.
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[he doesn't really feel the need to talk about it anyway, at least-- on some level it might be good if others knew this happened at all, but who wants to be like 'yes i give people weird dreams now'. not emet-selch.]
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... I think these dreams are gonna be good, though. [a beat.] The one you sent to Percy is really funny.
[its gonna be even funnier the next day when bass is butthurt.]
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[it really is tbh i'm losing it, turns out these picks were actually 1 person who threatened his roommate and 1 person who made blorbo upset...]
Have you any idea when they will occur?
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I think tomorrow? But I can't be sure, I've never done this before! So maybe it'll happen later than that, like later during the week. We'll see!
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Hm. Very well, then. I will simply keep an eye on the two of them.