(Day 1/Day 2) ==> Adelle: Go the fuck to sleep.

[elegantsyringa]

Your name is ADELLE PTEROI and you are currently Done with the world.

You will be un-Done with everything in a few more hours, but for now you don't actually feel like dealing with...anything. Your reserves of FUCKS TO GIVE have run dry after having to mercykill your lusus, and you know no one else should have to deal with that with how everything is right now. So you decided to just go to sleep and recover those reserves for tomorrow.

(You hope there will be no nightmares, except you're not sure that you'll get that respite.)

Of course, in most of your dreams you are not a lucid dreamer, nor do you usually dream with this much clarity. But not tonight.

((OOC: Adelle is dreaming of the dreambubbles! Fellow players with sleeping dreamselves can come meet him, even across sessions. FEEL FREE TO USE BRACKET TEXT INSTEAD if this homestuck narration ain't your thing.))

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[sombredreamer]

[Life was never easy for one Ilya Volsta; when he wasn't busy training his ass off to fight some invisible threat his Aunt insisted was present, he was being scared out his mind to deal with several of his phobias. Dangerous coping methods aside, and his strenuous training regimen? This was by far the worst. Ilya never wanted to play the game in the first place, but then meteors started falling and he literally had no more say in the matter.

He was exhausted physically and mentally after he got into the game himself; by then the world was in really bad shape, Newfoundland got hit with a huge meteor which caused earthquakes and water damage over in Prince Edward Island. But he was too busy being chased around by a huge fucking tarantula that was intent on following him around while Reigna made a mess of his home trying to rapidly get him in the medium.

He needed this fucking nap.

Not once has he ever really remembered a dream, or felt any sense of clarity within one. But this was different...? Yet he felt relaxed and calm, and that's all that mattered.]