Characters involved are: Reoite (RED), Khiea (ORANGE), Brin (GREEN),
Logged by Brin

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The Dream: The Floating Castle, Tearoom
More a study than an actual tearoom in the traditional sense, this circular chamber is formed from the pillars that separate windows instead of actual walls. For these arched windows stretch to the ceiling and down almost to the floor, wide enough to fit a doorway and certainly the sunlight that floods this room full. Two couches are angled around one low table which holds a single teacup, and nothing else occupies this space... for the stairs down are recessed into the floor at the opposite end of the circle, leaving the beige of the carpet almost entirely unmarked. Breaking up the view of the horizon of azure oceans is a suspension bridge, arching away and over the center of the Castle's grounds. To reach it? One must lower themselves outside of one of those windows, trusting the short drop to the metal gridwork.
Exits: <D>own, <B>ridge
Contents:
Khiea


Brin (OOC) asks, "Do you want to start, or will I?"
Khiea (OOC) nods, "Would you mind starting?"
Brin (OOC) says, "Okay."
Contrast. Compared to his last visit to here, the room seems as if it now is serving its purpose, the light streaming into the tal windows around, haze, and spray of mist pervading the shafts of light, as the day half-dead lamented its demise through the window, as lone petals, and smells of the sea waft their way in...somehow. And what difference does it make? Brin sits forward in one of the couches in the centre of this room, leaning, watching Reoite luxuriate about the table, as cats are wont to do with such delicate things as teacups around. Reoite ceases his wanderings, and hops to Brin's lap, as Brin flops back agains the couch, stroking Reoite's head with his thumb. And Reoite only purrs.
It is a strange place, this castle tearoom, calmer than other places of the dream. It is not a world of snow, like Mister Citan's world.. Nor is it the pastel and cheer of Khiea's own. Even so, is she not a princess? And do princesses not delight in castles above the skies? Let it all be fine and simple now, as Khiea walks into this room, dressed in pink and lace and frill as if she had forgotten that she was once frowned upon and thrown aside if just because of such a preferance. But does it matter if she is a child or not? Not while the sun finds its way outside, and is free from the torments and storms awry that would betray her, the girl who tugs the strings at the heart of so many dreams, to be in a foul mood. But the world is pleasant, and Khiea does smile lightly as she enters. For there is nothing to worry of, and only reasons to hope. And she pauses as she enters, to note someone already here. But the name is not immediately to her wonder, "Mister...."
Khiea (OOC) notes that she must have lost her train of thought about 6 times in there.
Brin (OOC) patpats. Such a thing is easy to lose. *grin*
Brin (OOC) nearghs, and morphs to sleeping form.
Brin sits back, the warmth of the couch beneath him enveloping his form, and the bundle of warmth in his lap keeping still, as if even Reoite knew not to disturb a moment of serenity such as this. He could almost...but to fall asleep here? Brin grins a little more at the irony of the situation. What matter if he fell asleep here? Or was it possible? One eye opens, as the cat stirs gently under his wrist, and he spots the form appearing around the door, and smiles as it speaks. "Miss Khiea...". Comes the almost groggy reply, and the eye remains open out of sher politeness. For all he had heard, it was her dream, after all. "How are you? It's been a while...". And the other eye opens.
Khiea nods meekly in response as she walks further into the room, with a mildly distracted expression to her lightly youthful expressions. Someone she knows, it is, someone she knows... And she pauses, glancing at him in a sort of calm curiosity, before chiming, "Mister Brin, right? The nice person always about with the Yggdrasil people?" Oh, Khiea has a better memory than that, and in double. But she seems so utterly distracted, attention pulled away to the point that, rather than being giddy, or being more to mopey, Khiea is merely.. Rather eerily calm, "It has been quite a while, Mister... But I've..." A pause. How have you been, Khiea? Between temper tantrums and miseries and a few things to smile of? "Better. Much better. How have you been?" All very formal, all very even. Its rather a bit bland for Khiea, really.
Primera has connected.
Khiea (OOC) waves. ^_^
Brin is now awake, and the room loses a little of its serenity, as Reoite leaps back onto the table, and eyes Khiea suspiciously. Such strange people that inhabited the dream. Crouching, with grinning courage at his foe, he is now fully awake, as he regards Khiea with a glint in his eye that would stop a herd of rampaging buffalo, and curls, ready to launch into a spring that could topple a building. That grinning facade of the self-proclaimed master of the multiverse stares up now at Khiea, ready to strike if she were first to donate two pins.
Primera has left.
Dropped.
Reoite says, "Who're you, then?"
Brin (OOC) says, "So my cat's a psycho egomaniac. Deal! :)"
Khiea (OOC) edges away.
And the cat talks? One would expect Khiea to at least look confused at such a thing. But rather, not at all- the little princess merely smiles, turning her glance down to the cat which has leapt up in such a reaction so swiftly. And she does not even seem uneased. And why ought she? Her kittens glow and explode. "I'm Khiea Dalant. And this is my dream... Somewhat, at least. Its everyone's dream, too." And smile. For the kitten is worthy of words and wonders just as easily as Brin is, "And who are you?"
Khiea (OOC) flinches, "I might have to run soon... They want to take Jasper back -now-."
An opportunity to speak? Reoite takes this in for a split second, as Brin almost loses that smile, as he covers his eyes with one hand. "Oh dear...", Brin intones lightly, as Reoite thinks. Well, I'm Reoite. Master of the multiverse, slayer of occasional mice, and drinker of milk from solid gold dishes. With gems. And this is my associate, Brin Gaisce, purveyor of milk, provider of warmth and transport, and general emissary to the world. And it is perhaps best that these words are only tought, as Reoite decides to humour Brin, and reply "Well, I'm Reoite. Pleased to make your acquaintance, I'm sure.", as Brin breathes a barely-audible sigh of relief.
Citan has connected.
Brin (OOC) asks, "Ooooh. That should be fun. Might get involved too, maybe. Pose exits?"
Citan (OOC) waves.
Brin (OOC) waves.
Jessie has arrived.
Brin (OOC) runs for tea. "2 Minutes...".
Khiea (OOC) nods.
Citan (OOC) waves.
Khiea (OOC) waves. ^_^
Khiea (OOC) wonders what shall be done. (X_x)
Jessie (OOC) waves. "Now all we have to do is get Sage back on-line."
Khiea (OOC) shakes her head, "I have a fear that something else may very well have come up..."
Khiea merely giggles lightly in response. For the kitten talks! How darling! And yet, it is nothing strange or special in this dream, where nothing makes a mite's bit sense. "How nice to meet you, Reoite." Master of the multiverse in a cat? Nothing special in that, when a stray child of Bledavik's can smile and call herself Princess of Solaris. "And its so nice to see you again, Mister Brin! Its such a pity that I might not be able to stay long..."
Khiea (OOC) has to tidy up this scene rather quickly, I'd imagine. (X_x)
Brin (OOC) is back. And will be quick.
Brin fears that the same may be true of himself. A faint nuance of what happens inthe real world invades into his own mind. An alarm bell? Strange. Still, Brin also feels the inevitable pull back to reality that so haunts him in this dream. A gentle clearing of the throat is now sufficient, as Reoite goes through the drill of turning as Brin stands, and leaping into the sleeve of his outstretched arm, that which even now is beginning to fade. "I fear that the same may be true of myself...Perhaps another time?..." as he fades to nothing, still smiling sereneley at the princess, still...not there.
Khiea (OOC) nods, "Ah, all right. Is that that, then? Planning for the attack is going on in the Nisan Cathedral, OOC'ly. Shall we go?"
Khiea (OOC) flails and feels utterly rushed.
Citan (OOC) says, "1110 is the relay number..."
Brin (OOC) nods. Anyone know the room number?
Khiea teleports away...
Khiea has left.
Citan teleports away...
Citan has left.