((Basically, if you ever wanted to gather as many of your Dreamers into one place and try to RP them all at once, this is the place to be. Of course, you don't have to actually use all of them. One or two is fine. x3))
The girl's dream called to the Dreamers, each and every one of them. There was something about it, an untapped innocence and psychic power that lured them in as she slept. It manifested in many ways: a striking song, a sweet smell, or even something so simple as a tug at the soul. The dream itself was a swirling mess of every environment, night and day, so there was a place for all within a seemingly small space. No matter where one was, every other Dreamer there could be accessed on a moments notice. In this place, the laws of space did not apply. Each night, the call went out, and these are the Dreamers who came to frolic in the dreamscape that beckoned them.
To Adel, the call came as the Gregorian chanting she so often heard in her own temple. Nostalgia brought her in, and she was the first to arrive. Her paws landed upon a tall boulder in the midst of a zen garden. From there, she could see most of every other Dreamer that came in afterward. Unfortunately, her short attention span meant she saw no more than the first few before her gaze dropped, and she studied the rocks below.
The call for Cherri lay in rumors he heard, but could never quite remember who he heard them from. He was quite the gossip. He heard tell of a new hot spot for the Dreamers, and, of course, he wanted to go. When he stepped into the child's dream, he stepped onto a slick, dark dance floor, reflecting a strobe light that came from an invisible source and whose beams never went beyond the limits of the dance area. He saw Adel, and Adel saw him, but he simply dismissed her. Women held no interest for him. He was waiting for the other boys. So much for a hot spot.
The cries of the unfairly beaten was what summoned Charolette Russe. When she stepped int the dream, she nearly fell immediately, for she had stepped on the top level of a round jungle gym. In her attempt to regain her bearings, she did not yet notice the Dreamers who arrived after she...
Simply enough, Hazard had heard he was needed. Despite his occasionally trouble-causing nature, he was harmless and more often than not was quite the hero. He entered the dream, and immediately barreled into a mess of caution tape, tangling himself beyond belief. With a look of dismay, he desperately tried to untangle himself, but only succeeded in further making a mess of his situation.
It was the sweetest harp she had ever heard... Absolutely enchanting... Shia simply had to meet this genius musician! She came to the dream, and stepped gently on cloud. Her wings and angelic nature kept her from falling through, and she looked down to see an unbelievable sight: every environment imaginable swirled below her in an enormous spiral. Bewildered, she looked around to see the sky was shattered; different pieces held day and night, while others held rain and shine. It, too, spun in correspondence to the landscape below. She had to wonder: What kind of child would dream up such a mess? What would result in a dream like this? And the harpist? She could no longer her it... She looked back down at the whirlpool of settings, saw more Dreamers arriving, and decided to remain where she was, and see what happened, for now...
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