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YOU'VE JUST CROSSED OVER INTO -
   from HOTEL MULTIVERSE AT THE EDGE OF THE COSMOS BETWEEN CANONS™ Guests who find themselves partaking in the Hotel's amenities quickly find some tricks afoot. The decor is first, neon lights changing to autumnal oranges, garish greens, and ghoulish purples overnight. Those who peruse the shops will find them stocked with masks and costumes, and the ambient music which plays throughout the ship is punctured by blood-curdling sound effects such as screams and anxiety-inducing musical stingers. This is Halloween. Those who utilize the Hotel-provided devices will find an ad splashed across their screens. Similarly, TVs, phones connected to the network, and flyers posted will read: "FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT OF OUR GUESTS, HOTEL MULTIVERSE AT THE EDGE OF THE COSMOS BETWEEN CANONS™ IS HAPPY TO PROVIDE HALLOWEEN-THEMED ENTERTAINMENT." Staff members' uniforms change, with employees adding costume pieces to them as the weeks wear on. Guests are strongly encouraged to put together a costume with pieces from the shops, but those who opt out will instead find one of the standard options (listed at the bottom of this post) and chosen at random (by googling "rng 1-19") in their wardrobe. After dark (or, what would be dark), the ship transforms into a hotel of horrors, the following chaos breaking loose: TRICK-OR-TREATING Costumed guests are welcome to partake in trick-or-treating with the ship's staff, who can be found with carts of candy in common areas. Guests are also offered flags for their doorknobs to indicate that they have candy available in the rooms if they would like to partake as well. SCAREZONES Grab a map from the concierge or walk the halls at random, but don't be surprised if a staff member jumps at you from the shadows! HAUNTED HOUSE Guests using the hotel app will find numerous ads alerting them to a haunted house that's overtaken one of the hotel floors (and honestly, the ads are impressive, opening as an emergency alert to a runaway alien), and the hotel itself plasters the attraction across its screens and walls overnight as well. Obviously, a haunted house is a great thing to do after you've had a ton to drink, or a great way to meet fellow guests (whether or not you're reaching for their hand in fright). However, to ensure the safety of all team members and guests, do not make physical contact with any member of our cast. Remember: the actors' intention is to frighten you. HORROR MOVIE MARATHON Guests hoping to keep things a bit more low key might find what they're looking for in the hotel's movie theater and lounges, which offer 24/7 horror movie marathons ranging from the classic to the avant garde. A programming guide can be found outside of each respective screening or on the app. Film buffs will be delighted at the hotel's library, but don't be surprised if your niche fave is banished to a graveyard slot. MASQUERADE The hotel's ballrooms are open late for those guests interested in keeping the revelry going night after night. Just don't let the anonymity of your costumes take you too terribly far (or, I mean, do what you want, everyone has a room, after all). If you aren't able to purchase a costume or aren't feeling inspired, no problem! Our courteous staff have taken the liberty of providing you with a courtesy costume, free of charge, to allow you to participate in the event. You will receive one of the following at random: 01: Ghost 02: Alien 03: Devil 04: Superhero (Your Choice!) 05: Skeleton 06: Pumpkin 07: Zombie 08: Vampire 09: Clown 10: Mummy 11: Werewolf 12: Black Cat 13: Pirate 14: Frankenstein's Monster 15: Witch 16: Spider 17: Bunny 18: Bat 19: Angel |
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Because it wasn't working, duh! If he had control over this dream he would happily be with them, not with someone who attempted to stab him last time they interacted.He did follow. And, no, he was mentioning that this was, in fact, a sanctuary of some sort. Sunny didn't see a single ugly rabbit the entire time, so the place was at least... safe. Every time he restarted a loop, bunnies were the first kind of enemy, after all.
NOPE. Thanks but no thanks.Mh... He probably had to... follow? He let out a small sigh, trying to see the possible correlation between his delicate mental status and... having a weird Halloween party with someone he always considered nothing more than a vessel in his dreams.
With a sigh, he moved near the person and got his candy in the pillow sheet, reached for it and offered it to Omori. Was that what he wanted? Did he actually have an inventory?]
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Ditto. If Omori had control over this dream, if would be much different. Or more of what they both were used to.The only bunny visible here was Sunny himself, so… at least Omori hadn’t taken out his knife for anything other than breaking and entering? If Omori had the answers to why this dream was so strange, he didn’t share them.
The boy watched Sunny’s movements, expression still blank, and when the other tried to put the received candy in Omori’s pillowcase… he swatted it back into Sunny’s. Not good enough. Plus, some part of him felt Sunny should have a reserve, just in case they encountered something dangerous.
Omori couldn’t get rid of that feeling. Of needing to be prepared for a fight. Even if nothing had come their way so far.]no subject
But what was 'they both'? As far as Sunny knew, no one in headspace was actually... real. Right?Also, listen. Despite being a giant bunny? he was certainly glad no knife was being used against him right now. Tsk tsk. The last thing he wanted to dream about was his vessel attacking him. Again.
He stared at the candy that had been passed back and hummed. That was... unnecessary. He glanced around, snatching the first pen he could find and shamelessly writing on the wall. Because, seriously, this was a dream, no one was going to punich him for that.]
This seems to be a safe area, we shouldn't worry too much about an inventory. I cannot check my stats but I'm almost positive I'm at full health.
[compeltely normal things to say, right?]
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For the longest time, sure. Now? Keep telling yourself that Sunny. Even your brain doesn’t have a definite answer, clearly.][Omori watched Sunny’s actions, read the writing on the wall… waiting for it to disappear. It didn’t. Weird. So, in a similar reflection to Sunny, the child pulled out his knife, preparing to carve something in the wall and… he just stood there. Staring at the wall. Then…]
Are you sure you want to risk that?
[A bit of a jab, maybe, but… what else was he supposed to write? Unlike the now-permanent note Sunny had written on the wall, Omori’s faded after a few moments. Just long enough for the other to read and process.
Then… Omori turned around, back facing the wall, and just sat down. Not saying anything further. He wasn’t sulking - he wasn’t capable of that - but… what was he supposed to do? Collecting candy in case of an attack… if there was no attack, no fight, no picnic, no friends… what was Omori supposed to do?]
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When your most sentient part of the brain has no answers, then probably no one has them.][Nothing disappears, no. If anything, Sunny is confused when Omori's marks are gone after a moment. That's weird, maybe it's because he actually damaged the dream-spaceship? Questions that were probably not going to get any answer, especially because he only cared so much about it.]
What else is there still to face?
[With the truth out, what was his brain even supposed to... shield him from? He also didn't know his purpose, not at the moment at least, and all he could do was joining Omori and sitting down at his side, careful not to actually touch the other. It was... important for him to get this kind of stuff? There had to be some kind of reason.
With his usual raspy voice, Sunny raised his pillow case up. If that was what Omori needed...]
... more?
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At least his knife was resting on the side away from Sunny.What did the Dreamer have to face yet? What did this hollow shell have to reckon with? It was that struggle that Omori was trying to not think about.
For all that Sunny was good at avoiding the things he didn’t want to face, Omori had been made to face those in his stead. He needed… something.
Maybe it was a distraction, but when the other boy held up his pillow case… Omori nodded. What else was he supposed to do?]
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This was a mess, right?
And there was a chance that, like it was his fault so many things were wrong in Sunny's life. He ruined... everything for everyone. Maybe the point of his dream was to try to... make people happy? Starting from Omori?
He had no idea, truly. But there was little he could do beside... oh, there was at least one question he could get out. He reached for the pencil, scribbling straigth on the floor in front of them.]
Were you aware as your own person the entire time?
[Because if he was, then there was a lot he had to apologize for]
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Then… Omori brought the knife towards the ground again. Thought. Jabbed at the floor… but it wasn’t anything legible. Just a mark, one that got deeper and deeper with each cut.
Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab.
What was awareness? Was awareness feeling like he had to keep Sunny safe? Allowing him to step into a fabricated role to protect him? Was awareness pushing the Dreamer to realize the Truth? Was awareness trying to push him so far away that their own beings had clashed?
Was… was it that, for as much as Headspace and the events that Sunny had created were the Dreamer’s, that they could be somewhat Omori’s too?
The stabbing stopped. Long enough for Omori to etch out a reply.]
I DON’T KNOW
[Probably not the answer Sunny had been searching for. But it was the truth, as much as the memories of that day were the Truth too.]
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And actually fought him.
He couldn't even say exactly what that fight had been about, how it happened, but the wounds felt real and the fear was running so deep inside his soul. His mind had never been to a darker place, with thoughts caressing the idea of- no. He was not going to go there, not anymore.
The only remaining eye followed the knife, stab after stab, and he hummed. Omori didn't know. Omori didn't know. But Omori seemed to at least aware of what happened in the dreams so... did Sunny just wear him like a fancy glove? Forcing him to go through the dance of his dream loop over and over?
In the end, there was only one word he could find himself saying.]
. . . Sorry.
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An empty vessel without a soul to provide it guidance was a disconcerting thing.
Sunny’s apology was met with a slight tilt of the monochrome boy’s head. Not confused, necessarily, just… not grasping the scope, or maybe why, the other was apologizing. To Omori, it wasn’t necessary. Sunny had accepted the Truth - and Omori was no longer needed.
The chasm opened wide again.
Instead of peering into it, the child stood up, putting his knife away and trading it for the pillowcase. Ready to continue… unless Sunny had a better idea. Omori looked to him for direction, his own warped mirror - taller and with an eyepatch, but similar enough. Except in this mirror, there were no friends waiting behind him. Just the two of them… alone.]
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Omori was Omori now, Sunny was Sunny, even if they still were in their own head, maybe the entire point was... accepting the new things.
Maybe he was supposed to practice 'being mature' by being so around his other self? He couldn't imagine what his words caused inside the other, Sunny merely tried to welcome what was changing, at least to some degree. To think he almost panicked when he first spotted the other, but now...]
Hey, huh... [He did get up. Perhaps he could find... different things to work on? There were candies around, plenty of them, but if Omori wanted them...]
Buffet? Lots of... sweets. [Shit, his throat still hurt. Oh well... but if it could given his pale(r) counterpart some relief, why not indulging this kind of game?]
A bit of a shorter one :)
Good for you, Sunny. Look at you being mature.Omori glanced back at Sunny’s words. A small amount of consideration, then… a nod. Given a direction, he seemed to relax a bit… even if his expression didn’t change.
This was new for Omori too. Sunny’s words, normally, were just an echo deep inside. Filling the hollow space just a bit. The boy waited for Sunny to follow before moving towards the room with the buffet, this time more keeping stride than leaving him behind.]
Re: A bit of a shorter one :)
That's all your fault, Omori.]Mh...
[So he seemed... interested in moving forward for whatever reason. He pushed himself up, following the other and keeping the pillow case at hand. There were so many things that were bound to eventually change, running around with hsi dream character was just one of the many things he probably had to get used to.]
N... no milk. Kel.
[HE knew what their dream selves liked, but he also knew Kel, the real one, had issues with lactose, so the usual hedspace tactics may no longer apply. He then mimicked the movement of picking something and pushing it inside a bag.]
For.. everyone. [They needed stuff for the whole group, right? ]
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[At the word ‘everyone’… Omori looked somewhat Sad. Gaze focusing at some nondescript point away from Sunny, his shoulders hunched inward. No friends… they weren’t here. Still… it couldn’t hurt to collect enough for them, just in case they showed up, could it?]
[Omori nodded in response, trying to ignore the unwanted emotion.]
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Did he... care about the three friends from Headspace? Sunny took infinite care in creating them, but he never really... loved them? When Aubrey leaned toward him, he pushed away. She was meant to make Sunny feel wanted and loved. Kel's jokes were meant to lighten the mood and keep dark thoughts away, Hero was supposed to be the Big Brother when Mari was limited to her picnic spots to stay safe...
They were part of a show to keep Sunny happy. but they were Omori's world, weren't they? Did he even get to go out of the white room when sunny wasn't there? He glanced down at his own pawed hand and, as much as Sunny didn't enjoy physical contact, he did try to reach for the other's shoulder.]
We... find them.
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As much as Headspace was just a place to entertain Sunny, to keep him safe and comfortable and from the Truth, it was Omori’s entire world. He didn’t know anything beyond the routine of meeting up with false friends, having picnics, fighting through ridiculous themed bosses of Sunny’s creation, and… that room. Ever cast in monochrome like himself, with not much to do aside from wait.
The shell stiffened at Sunny’s touch, almost freezing to the point of not breathing. Dark eyes, so much like a void, slid to the other: his reflection (or maybe, Omori himself was the reflection of the Dreamer, cast in shadow). Yet… Sunny’s words sunk in. Omori slowly relaxed, like a wire letting tension loose, avoiding snapping. The boy nodded… and this time, it seemed more genuine.]
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Also. He got it. Touch unpleasant. They had something in common, at least, preferring to shy away from other's contact instead of.. touching. He could remember Hero saying something about contct being a way to reassure and Sunny could tolerate some people's touch but... he and Omori didn't seem to enjoy that.
The paw was taken back and he gave the other a confident nod. Dreams were safe, dreams were pleasant, they were going to see their friends too, eventually. for now... Sunny just pointed at the table. Time to get to work?]
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[Touch had always been a strange thing for Omori, something he couldn’t quite get used to. Something that wasn’t overly comforting. If that came from Sunny’s own aversion or something that developed over time, he wasn’t sure. Why bother with touch when everything around you was fake? Sure, it was soft, flowery, supposed to be comforting… but for another. Not for him.]
[And while the shell couldn’t exactly believe in everything the Dreamer’s nod conveyed… he set to work. Paying a little more attention on what not to grab, even if it was for his imaginary friends’ sakes.]
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And... touch was just so unneeded. Unwanted. Part of Sunny felt guilt in knowing he could have been the source of the other's discomfort but at the same time he also couldn't help how he felt about having his personal space invaded too suddenly. Sometimes it wasn't too bad, like when Hero pulled him closer for a group hug, but those were his... friends. And Hero was... strong. Like Kel.
The last time Sunny moved to touch someone she...
He shook his head, leaving her out of his mind for now, merely following Omori in his task to obtain all possible cookies and sweets.]
Should. Look for toys. too. [He raised one hand up, opening and closing it. He had no knife, no weapon. If they were preparing for anything, Sunny needed... something, at least. Not that his body, weak as it was, was suited for combat...]
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Still… the Dreamer’s quest for Toys made sense. Omori had his Shiny Knife, quite clearly, but Sunny…
The boy looked around at the various tables, then motioned for Sunny to follow him to one. On it lay the usual spread of various candies, but also smaller Toys, like jacks and yo-yos, were present.]
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He didn't know, he couldn't know, Omori potentially had more control over this dream than he did for now.
He could at least try to... move forward? Maybe following was the answer. He reached for a yo yo, trying to use it and failing miserably. Definitely not a good choice of weapon. With a hum, he moved to pick the frailest looking plastic hammer. that... was going to do, right?
He turned to look in Omori's direction, raising an eyebrow and silently asking him if that was a good choice]
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Omori’s dark gaze focused on the hammer, staring for a few moments… and then he gave Sunny a thumbs up. It was better than Sunny’s bare fists, and honestly Omori didn’t put much stock in Sunny being able to break the weapon, even with how frail it seemed. He just didn’t have the strength for that.]
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The 'dreamer' let out a faint hum, tossing the pillow case over his shoulder and holding the pathetic plastic hammer between his hands. There. He was... ready for combat. Probably.
Oh, speaking of which. He... gestured midair, pretending open menus and clicking buttons before offering a shrug. Where... where is the stats menu, Omori? He can't find anything.]
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[At Sunny’s motioning, it took a moment for the shell to figure out what he wanted. The answer? Another shrug. When would he have to worry about something like a menu? Sunny normally dealt with that… and he wasn’t concerned about it. They hadn’t met anything that couldn’t be felled by Omori’s blade, dream or not, so far.]
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Still. Omori didn't seem to have answers. He returned the shrug and just... glanced around. What now? There was no specific quest at hand and the party never had such weird composition.]
Mh?
[He merely grabbed a few snacks, throwing them in the bag, silently letting the other know he was at least done for now. But now... adventure time? Or more trick or treat?]
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