[OPEN] LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS!

[indolentaxe]

Who: Anyone who is interested in practicing dreamotion abilities!
Which: Open Log!
Where: An open clearing on the edge of town
What: Dreamotion Training Montage Event!
Warnings: Probably not? Will update if things get weird.



I. JOURNAL NETWORK POST

Date: November 15th
Sender: Hilda
To: Everyone
Subject: Dreamotion Training! ♥

Hi everyone! It's Hilda again.

Just wanted to let you know that we have a TIME AND PLACE for everyone to gather and practice dreamotion stuff! We're meeting on November 20th. I'll be there at noon, but really you can come and go whenever you want.

Here's the location.

[A small map shows up that points to a field on the outskirts of Reverein. After a pause, circles around the location and little hearts appear.]

Hope to see eveyrone there!


II. WELCOME

[A little after noon on the 20th, Hilda gets up onto the small platform that she has set up in the center of the field to address anyone who has assembled. Looking into the crowd, she decides that this is every bit as intimidating as she figured it would be. One-on-one? Socially, she has no fear. In front of a group where everyone is looking at her and has expectations of her? No thanks.

But she feels obligated, so here she is. She opens with a too-bright smile and a nervous wave.]

Hi everyone! Thanks for coming.

I had no idea that I was the only one who was like 'I don't know what I'm doing with this dreamotion stuff.' I'm glad I reached out--it makes me feel less stupid about it and all that. And by working together, we can all practice and be the very best dream people we can be. So... good luck everyone!

[She starts to exit the stage, taking two steps before remembering that there are instructions to be given.]

Oh, right. I've set up some training stations based on what people seemed to be interested in. Just look at the signs. And if you come up with something else you'd like to do, feel free to take one of the blank ones next to the stage here and make your own station. It's really casual.

Now, for real: good luck! I'll be at the crafting station.

[Another wave, and off the stage she scrambles.]


III. DREAMOTION TRAINING STATIONS

[Each workstation has a sign attached to a wooden stake that's been driven into the ground. The handwriting on the signs is cute and in pink, at Hilda's insistence. There are also small doodles at each meant to help indicate what each station is for.

On one side of the stage is FLOWERS AND CRAFTING, with cute flowers decorating the borders.

On the other side of the stage is COMMUNITY IMPROVEMENT, with small buildings similar to the central plaza of Reverein lining the bottom.

And on the far end of the field is FIGHTING AND COMBAT, with a sword and an axe and a written warning: NO HURTING ANYBODY!!!!!!!]


IV. OBLIGATORY WILDCARD OPTION

[Hilda wasn't kidding about the extra signs and the encouragement to offer more than she has--there is a stack of blank posters and stakes. Is your character awesome at dreamotion energy and/or interested in something not included in her three stations! Make your own!]

Comments

Kanji | Open

[topgun_textiles]

[I. Dog Training Stations]

[Kanji arrived with a large basket lugged in his arms, and looked over the parts of the stage. He could do any one of those, but first he needed to set something up on his own.

He set the basket down and tipped it over. What spilled forth were stuffed dolls shaped like puppies of different breeds (there's a german shepherd there, a beagle here, a corgi there), but with an odd twist: They each got up and moved around on their own. Seems Kanji was successful with his dreamotion project. From his pocket he produced a slip of paper that he propped against the upended basket:

We're all looking for new homes if you're interested!

But it seems that one of them has made their own decision. Plodding along on their little paws, they each seemed to walk up to someone and sit at their feet, looking up and wagging their tails. One's chosen you, whether you were interested or not.]


[II. The Nitty-Gritty]

[Otherwise, Kanji can be spotted at any of the stations, either working away at a pair of knitting needles, helping to draw out some form of treehouse plan if you're looking to improve yours or another's, or getting ready for a scrap.

Specify which you'd like, and let's roll!]

i~!!

[angelbirth]

[ Nooo. No no no nononono. Be still, his heart. While cats may be the animal nearest and dearest to his heart, dogs are pretty high up there, too. They're so adorable and teeny-tiny and ugh, look at them walk!!

Satan crouches down in front of one of the cute little stuffed puppies, reaching out to gently tap its nose. ]

Hello, little one. It's all right if you're not a cat. You're still pretty cute.... I wonder if it would be frowned upon to take the whole lot?

[ Yes, yes it probably would be frowned upon. Technically, it might be frowned upon for him to take one at all. Ahem. Kanji please refrain from letting him have a pet, even if it's stuffed. If he ends up with one, he'll find a way to have an entire treehouse overflowing with pets.... ]

[topgun_textiles]

[A high-quality boop! Thanks, Satan. The dog's wag becomes its entire body in a full wiggle in acknowledgement. It was being talked to! Talked to! It loved him so much and already adored the sound of his voice.]

That'd help a lot, but I know I've had a couple people interested in a little buddy or two. I'll keep ya in mind once they come around?

[Kanji was currently busy rubbing the belly of a little long pup, a dachsund with long hair and kicky legs. He was certainly not helping to drive him away.]

I'm still practicing the dreamotion stuff, but maybe the next bunch'll be cats. Black cats, stripe cats, siamese cats, those little squish-faced guys...

[angelbirth]

[ NO STOP IT. Please stop being so cute, pupper dogger, Satan can't help resist reaching out with both hands to ruffle the toy dog's 'fur' and give him the pet of a lifetime!! Even if he's limited to just one, that's -- well, that's significantly more than zero!! ]

You're -- you're thinking about making cats?

[ Here Satan is using his dreamotion to create holograms and this human boy is using his powers for the ultimate good. ]

Could you... perhaps make one for me? Don't get me wrong -- I love this pooch and I'll gladly take him home with me if he's willing -- but I'd like a cat, too. I'll let you design it however you want because I could never decide something like that, and I'll pay you however you see fit.

[topgun_textiles]

[He shrugged with a lopsided grin. Why not make cats if you're making dogs? He could probably make ferrets or birds or whatever else if someone asked.

But he lit up with the interest. The puppy, in the meantime, is on cloud nine and wiggling this way and that.]

Sure, man. I've been workin' on some really minky fabric too, so like... hold up, hold up-

[He retrieved his notepad and took a minute to scratch up a rough sketch of what had to be a mountain of fluff with a face.]

I saw these kinds'a cats in pictures and I love 'em. Is somethin' like this shape up your alley? If there's a particular color ya want I can work from there. I mean, it could be purple or somethin', doesn't need to be a real cat color.

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[flamekthunder]

[Eustace was just walking through to see how everyone was doing when he feels something nudging the back of his leg. When he looks down, he did not expect to see an adorable dog plushie that looked rather similar to a shiba inu.]

Where...

[But it's wagging its tail??? AND MOVING??? Frozen between wanting to pick it up and trying to have some self-restraint, he quickly looks around to see...a basket... Full... Of them...

...

This world really is made of dreams—

No no no that's not it—

Seeing Kanji nearby he calls out to him.]

...Is this yours?

[He may sound like his usual calm self, but on the inside he is trying very hard to not want to at least look at them all closer... They're just...so soft looking...and cute... But no he has to focus this is about dreamotion training—!!!

Yeah, no, it's clearly obvious he's very interested them despite his best efforts to not appear so.]

[topgun_textiles]

[Eustace was met with many enthusiastic play bows, side-zooms and more play bows. Every person is wonderful and are the very best friends, if only they'd just play back...!]

Yeah, I made 'em. They're free to good homes if you're lookin' for a clean pet. They don't need to eat, but they've tried to steal my freakin' lunch sometimes.

[He chuckled and went back to his knitting lines. But when he pinched his fingers closed and slowly drew along the air, he seemed to be conjuring further yarn to work with.]

They're like... Whadda they call 'em- emotional support dogs, too! I feel like they cheer me up a lot and dreamotion's been easier lately for it.

[flamekthunder]

You made them?

[Just. Going to look between Kanji and the plush dogs for a moment.]

With dreamotion?

[... .... .... This is brilliant. There are no other possible words for this. GENIUS ABSOLUTE GENIUS— Ahem, anyway he continues to remain appearing stoic as always even if on the inside he is feeling quite warm and blessed. In fact, the air around him seems to warm and turn a little pink, and in the end he can't help but crouch down to carefully pick up the one that had greeted him first.]

Will they always remain..."alive" or would I need to feed my own dreamotion energy into them? Do they have their own will?

[Eustace is now going to have to wonder how "alive" and "sentient" he should consider these adorable creations.]

[topgun_textiles]

[He nodded. But the questions that followed had him scrunch his eyebrows for a second.]

Beats me. I'll leave to get lunch n' come back to 'em runnin' around like usual, but I pet 'em and love 'em a lot, so maybe I've been feeding 'em energy on the regular.

Free will's... a little above my brain's pay-grade. That sounds like college-level stuff. Maybe they do? But maybe they don't. Ain't figured that out yet. But somethin' about 'em stealin' my food feels weird to me... or maybe they just wanna get my attention.

[flamekthunder]

[Hmmm. Eustace looks at the puppy plushies running around. To him they seem to exhibit their own behavior, but perhaps it's influenced by Kanji?]

I suppose the only way to know is to see how they adapt to other people.

[A STRETCH OF SILENCE.]

...Is it really all right to take one?

[The shiba inu looking one has been sticking around him more than most. And...it is...kind of cute... And reminds him a little of the corgis from the tree...

...

.................]

[topgun_textiles]

[That made sense. He tipped his chin, his mind running with further ideas.]

Maybe. I wouldn't mind some updates and stuff from everybody who takes one home.

[With an obliging sweep of a hand, he wordlessly gave the OK. If any caught Eustace's eye, then that was his dawg. They were all fun little boogers, and so far it'd been kinda cool to see the variety of people coming forward to express their interest. Man, dogs were just universal, weren't they?]

Satan leave some doggos for the rest of us

[rpgminded]

[Behold, the corgi makes a beeline for what seems to be an old man (well when being a little over 40 is old) just barely taller than Kanji that, sporting a crazy permed hair that looks like it's desperately trying to escape his head. When he speaks there's a mannerism to his voice. Not quite country bumpkin...more Yakuza-like in its rough tone.]

You lost little guy? Didn't know they had Shibas running around here.

[He hasn't seen the sign, or Kanji yet.]

[topgun_textiles]

[It sends a small, familiar shiver up his spine, hearing the voice. He'd heard his fair share of that accent, especially mimicked by the small-time punks trying to make trouble back home.

But the dude didn't look like he wanted to fight. Hopefully that doesn't change.]

They don't. I just made 'em for fun, but if you like 'em you can have one.

[The corgi enters an INTENSE PLAY BOW with accompanied paw taps. It exuded an air of, 'We're friends now, dragon man, chase me!' Any movement from Ichiban sends the corgi into a zig-zag zoom before another play bow a little further away.]

[rpgminded]

[If he fights it will only get serious of the shirt comes off, so no worries there for now.]

Wait. You made them? Like out of thin air?

[Finding out others' powers is still pretty damn interesting and mesmerizing to him. Or maybe he will be forever star-struck by other's powers or the fact he's using magic.

Anyway. Corgi.]

What happened to your tail, buddy?

[Yes, he still does not realizing that the corgi is not a shiba. You'd think the smaller legs would give it away but he hasn't had many doggie friends. Regardless he is eager to give chase.]

Uh...so you you feed 'em or are they magic and just have endless energy?

[topgun_textiles]

[He canted his head briefly. At the first sign of a chase- namely, the minute Ichiban takes a step, the puppy begins zoomies.]

Huh? ...Oh! That's a corgi. They've got little nubby tails... I think.

[Wait- Were they another dock-tail breed? He didn't ever look that up! But now that was something he could do a little later.]

I pet 'em and give 'em good vibes. At least, that's what I understand about this dreamotion stuff. If it ever slows down a little bit, I can check on 'em. I gotta keep practicing, y'know?

[rpgminded]

[That is a lot of zoomies. At first he tries to follow but he is trying to talk with the guy who 'made' him, so he stops.]

Oh. Didn't realize the fella was a corgi...

[He doesn't understand all of it, but to his credit, Ichiban is trying to.]

So you need to stay positive and give them pet? Sounds almost too good to be true.

[topgun_textiles]

Kinda does, huh? But this is a dream world, so whatever happens happens, yeah?

He seems to like ya, though. He's yours if you want 'em, give it a name n' everything.

[The little black dog near him stretches and yawns, and is given a head ruffle for his efforts. The long blond dog runs to chase the corgi.]

Long guy there's mine. That's Bucky. Little soot ball here's Chaser. So sky's the limit with names if they like silly shit like the ones I gave 'em.

I!

[indolentaxe]

[Before Hilda goes and settles in her flower-crafting station, a little stuffed dalmatian puppy trots over and sits at her feet. She recognizes it immediately and squeals, scooping the little guy up and heading over to where Kanji is finishing setting up his basket.]

Kanji! These are SO much cuter in person than they were in the journal image.

I see you got them moving and everything.

[topgun_textiles]

[He seemed pleased with himself, small smile on as he rubbed the back of his neck.]

Heh, right? They're cute as hell! Just managed it last night.

[Little spotty dude is having himself a very excited wiggle, tail like a little helicopter rotor and plush tongue made of felt trying to kiss the air in Hilda's general direction. Her face was too far away, but it'll try its best!]

Couldn't help it- two of 'em stuck to me like shadows so I guess I've got dogs now. Never had pets before! They'd get hair on the fabric in the shop...

[indolentaxe]

[The exciting squirming of the plush dog, tail wagging and tiny tongue trying to give kisses, makes Hilda giggle and bring it closer to her face so it can lick. The tickle of the felt against her skin only makes her giggle more.

She loves this dog so much!!!]

It sounds like you have the perfect pets now! These little guys won't shed all over the place, and they're super loving and cute.

I'd say this one can keep my gummy fish company, but to be honest I don't think the gummy fish has much of anything going on in its head.

[Since it's, you know. Candy.]

[topgun_textiles]

[He laughed. The dalmatian is SO! DAMN! HAPPY!]

I remember the gummy fish. I'm actually kinda glad nobody decided to eat 'em. The idea's kinda cute...

[But he gestured vaguely with a hand.]

That one seems to like ya, so it's yours if you want it, Hilda. I figure someday I'll do cats or birds or somethin', but I dunno much about birds other than 'they scream a lot'.

Got somebody who requested a cat, though, so I think I'm turnin' into a Dr. Doolittle.

[indolentaxe]

The gummy fish were way too cute to eat! Plus it's just weird, eating living candy like that.

[She imagines living candy wriggling its way down her throat and shudders. Gross.

In response, the dalmation doubles its efforts to lick her face. Don't be creeped out, new mom!]

It really does sound like you're becoming quite the expert! One question, though: who's Dr. Doolittle?

[topgun_textiles]

Oh... yeah, that was an old movie that got a bunch'a remakes. It was a guy who learns he can talk to animals, so he becomes a critter doc.

So I guess I'm doin' that here! You pet that guy and give 'em love, but if they slow down or anything, lemme know and I can fix 'em up. Hopefully I won't need to do a damn thing, but what the hell do we know about dreamotion, y'know?

I. dogpiles on the dog prompt

[burnbrighter]

[ Thoma’s attention is elsewhere until a pair of tiny paws come to rest on his leg, and he looks down to see a small stuffed dog. His heart instantly melts, and he bends to scoop the little pup into his hands. ]

Hey there little guy! Aren’t you just a cutest thing?

[ Even after having gone through a haunted dollhouse, it hadn’t occurred to him to use dreamotion magic to make other toys come to life.

He casts around and soon enough spots the rest of the puppies and their apparent owner. ]

Ahoy there! Did you make all these little fellas? They’re so cute!!

[ He’s in heaven. ]

[topgun_textiles]

[He was busy tossing a twig for a little dachshund plush who was like a blonde dart, floppy ears and all, racing to get the thing. A small black yorkie was comfortably tucked in his lap, tiny pink tongue sticking out as it watched everything happen.]

I made 'em, yeah. Finally worked up the dreamotion magic or whatever last night to get 'em to move like real ones.

They're good to find homes if you're lookin' for a little buddy.