sweet dreams are made of these... literally

[cawpatrol]

Who: Black Raisin Cookie & You!
Which: Interactive Dream / Open
What: BRC’s dream is one anyone can jump into, be it on purpose or accident – and your character becomes a Cookie than explore Earthbread!
Warnings: So many food puns.


Just as the intro said, the moment your character steps into the dream, they’ve become a Cookie version of themselves! They can run extra fast, jump extra high, and smell extra delicious. Please don’t bite your friends, you weirdos.

As they enter the dream, they can come across three places important to Black Raisin Cookie and meet her there – or meet any friends (enemies?) she’s encountered on the way.

Vanilla Village

It’s a small, desolate place. There aren’t a lot of buildings, and what there are old and decrepit. Dark trees loom high in the sky, and there’s the distant cawing of Raisin Crows. Despite this, the Cookies there are very happy. Many are wrapped in thick layers of cloth to protect from cold and dust, but hum cheerful songs as they do their chores, garden their farms, and tend to the children and elderly.

One Cookie that stands out appears to be decked out in royal garb – Pure Vanilla Cookie cares for the injured, lifting their staff and using their magic to heal the sick and wounded. If you come to greet him, you’re sure to get a kind smile in return.

If you seek out Black Raisin Cookie, you may need to go beyond the village… where danger lurks! Vicious Jellyworms and adorable-but-still-dangerous Cakehounds roam the lands, and they won’t hesitate to attack if they spot you. Yet if you do take them on in battle, BRC will join the fray!

Crème Republic

At this beautiful city near the sparkling sea, the towers are glistening white, and gorgeous fountains spray soda-water all day long. Hoity-toity Cookies in primped outfits chatter merrily to-and-fro without a care in the world, and you may some spot primed Paladins taking in lots of attention. It’s a city of class, wealth, and decadence – you can even spot zeppelins and hot air balloons in the sky! Though your spirits may be brought down if a snooty Cookie sees you’re made from… lesser dough.

It's here you can meet Gingerbrave, and perhaps some of his friends! They’re busy taking in all the pretty sights, so it may take a few tries to grab their attention.

But every super city has a seedy underbelly. Perhaps you find yourself in the muddy trenches – literally, the lower docks are caked in mud. Here are the poorer Cookies, struggling to get by on just a few coins, ignored or mocked by the upper class. Some long to escape these tough times by hitching a boat ride and setting sail for a different land… and if you linger near the shadows for too long, you may spot some hooded thieves waiting for an opportunity to strike.

BRC is down here, sitting atop some rocks and casting a deep, intense gaze out on the soda ocean. Where can her mind be…?

Golden Cheese Kingdom

Glitz, Glam, Shazam – this is a digital kingdom, full of holograms, fast cars, and cheezbirds! Pyramids loom in the distance, though they might be digital illusions. The roads and sidewalks move underneath your feet, and everyone is praising their benevolent leader, Golden Cheese Cookie. Adorable cat-droids are here to clean up any messes left behind, and there are so many fancy shops on every corner – is that a coliseum?!

But what really sets it apart is greed – no matter what anyone asks for, they get it instantly. Want a new look? They’re in a new dress in seconds! How about trading in their car? It happened before they even turned around. Greed is encouraged here, and everyone seems so much happier when you ask – perhaps even demand – things. Holding back on your desires seems utterly incomprehensible to these glamorous Cookies.

Perhaps you can meet the guardian of this place, Burnt Cheese Cookie, but if you do, he won’t let you pass until he deems you worthy. Or perhaps the mysterious Mozzarella Cookie, who is always smiling while never really giving a straight answer to anything.

BRC can be found anywhere here… and she is NOT happy. Her brow is furrowed, her cloak is wrapped tightly around her body, and she seems to be grumbling quietly. Can her mood be lifted?

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But unfortunately, you can't see beyond the cheese

[heartatsunder]

At first, Helga thought she was in her own dream, back at Hillwood's annual Cheese Festival. But that event was never this high-tech - unless this is way in the future - and she confirms it's definitely not the same as soon as she spots the cookies. Cheese cookies?

It's when someone offers her a "dusting" that she realizes her complexion's that of an oatmeal cookie. Hmm, is this better or worse than the gingerbread cookie look (lookie?) from the Candyland game? No matter; she declines the icing sugar since it doesn't work well with her filling, which utterly perplexes the hosts.

With all these cookies, she knows who to seek out, and after some hopping over several moving sidewalks, she finds a familiar cloaked figure hunched in an alleyway.

"Raisins? Is that you?"

[cawpatrol]

BRC glances upward. She squints a bit, trying to place her as memories and dreams mix up a bit. "... Ah, Helga Cookie." Because, well, that's who and what she is right now!

"My apologies. You shouldn't have to be here." She glances away, still annoyed and bitter about this entire situation - whatever it is.

[heartatsunder]

Oh, not sure if she likes that. It makes the dream feel too real. "Just... Helga is fine."

But no one else would be this serious about a freaking cheese kingdom, so she takes the response as an invitation to sit beside her. "Of course I'm not, it's a dream... right? What's there to worry about cheese?"

Is it because she's a raisin cookie? Raisins do taste awful in cheese.

[cawpatrol]

A light scoff, but it's not directed at Helga. Instead, she's just glaring at the city itself.

"This place... it's disgusting. Everyone here is completely spoiled! They know nothing of hard work and effort! To merely ask and be given whatever you want, regardless of consequence... while the rest of Earthbread suffers! And to think this is encouraged by a so-called hero of legend..."

BRC has rarely been this angry outside of battle!

[heartatsunder]

"Wait, you mean it's like this all the time? I thought this was just some carnival or something."

She gives some tentative glances around them.

"Then where do they get their resources? I mean, who's in charge?"

Then she thinks about that last statement, and sees just how angry BRC has become - for someone already so serious, this must really be a big deal.

"Just who is this 'hero' anyway?"

[cawpatrol]

"Golden Cheese Cookie."

She gestures to one of the giant holograms - one of which seems to be proudly displaying their egocentric leader, basking on their throne in all her glory.

"She and the other heroes of legend defeated Dark Enchantress Cookie ages ago... though I can hardly fathom it now. Dark Enchantress Cookie has risen again, and seeks to take over all of Earthbread. My friends and I were tasked with finding her... to think, all this time, she's been holed up in this... shrine to herself!"

[heartatsunder]

"So they just stay here, basking in the fame and love, instead of helping anyone else?"

If you asked her two years earlier, Helga might have admired such a tactic - why help anyone when you've deserved attention and respect your whole life? But she knows now that you can't just buy respect - that's conditional. You earn respect by caring about others and showing it.

Not that she says any of this out loud; instead, she takes another look at the hologram and turns her nose up at it. "She doesn't even look like a cheese cookie - more like a disaster in home decorating."

[cawpatrol]

BRC falls silent for a moment... and then turns away, her face sad.

"... I don't know how I could possibly convince someone that selfish to leave this place and help us. Pure Vanilla Cookie trusted me with this mission, and I... I... I can't believe I have to break a promise to him." Her voice is unusually soft. Whoever Pure Vanilla Cookie is, BRC seems to value their opinion incredibly deeply. BRC almost seems to curl in on herself, wanting to just disappear into the shadows.

"Pure Vanilla Cookie... I'm so sorry. You... should have chosen someone else. Someone who can handle the outside world."

Who knew vanilla could be so spicy?

[lonelysmiles]

Molten chocolate shadows swallowed a cakehound whole before they receded, leaving a familiar face...only now it was made from pastry.

"Hello, my dear! What a charming little place this is!"

[cawpatrol]

Yikes! BRC was in a tree, observing the enemies, but it seemed her help wasn't really necessary. After needing a moment to get over... whatever that was... she began to hop down from branch to branch until she was on solid ground in order to properly greet him.

"... Alastor Cookie. Welcome to my village."

Vanilla Village

[stupidmammon]

[ Grumble Grumble Grumble. A grumpy cookie walks along the path, muttering to himself. He couldn't stand being in the village too long because everyone there seemed so happy and cheery and he was just not in the mood for that right now. ]

Why did everything here have to be so cutesy? And why am I a cookie?! I never asked to be a cookie! An' if I hafta hear onnna those goofy cookies say one more time "What do you mean, why are you a cookie, what else would you be silly~?" Imma lose it!

[ Even as he took in the sights he grew not annoyed and a tiny bit hungry as well. Man, maybe it was better he ended up in this place and not his youngest brother. If he was here... yeah he would have eaten everything in sight and then himself.

As Mammon was lost in thought, he ended up bumping into one of those Jellyworms. ]

Oof... What are you lookin' at, can't you see I'm sulkin' here??!

[ Mammon raises his little gingerbread fist at the beast, shouting loud enough for anyone to hear. ]

omg that pic is so cute!!!!

[cawpatrol]

[ The Jellyworm seems to grin sadistically, and then opens its mouth - revealing razor sharp teeth! It then rapidly tries to chomp down on Mammon... ]

Watch out!

[ ... But a figure from the trees leaps out, and pushes him out of the way! ]

isn't it?? :'>

[stupidmammon]

[ Mammon stumbles out of the way and lands on the ground with a loud thud. Squinting his eyes he spots Raisin cookie before him, protecting him from that weird jelly creature. ]

H-hey yourself! You're gonna get hurt!!

[cawpatrol]

I've dealt with these monsters all my life. Stay back. I'll handle this.

[ With that, she leaps into the fray - and moves quickly! She's in her element! Zigzagging all over the place, cutting the worm to bits with her knife!

Meanwhile, a murder of Raisin Crows flutter all around Mammon, eyeing him warily. Friend or foe??? ]

[stupidmammon]

[ Mammon hates being shoved to the side. Maybe he doesn't know how to fight these creepy crawlies, but that doesn't mean he couldn't do anything to help. He quickly scrambled up off the ground and noticed the murder flying around the area. They looked like they were there to help her...

Ahah!

He whistled with his tiny cookie hand for the murder's attention and if any of them dared to get close, they will instantly feel a huge burst of strength. Like getting extra crit attacks or something. ]

Show her what you're made of, guys~

[cawpatrol]

[ Oh, so he's a Support Cookie! Excellent! The Boosted Crows let out mighty caws, and flew away to attack the Jellyworm! With the combined strength of the Crows and BRC, the monster lets out one last roar before it's fatally struck down. It SLAMS onto the ground, dead as a doornail, and the world is quiet once more.

BRC watches the corpse for a bit, and then silently walks up to Mammon... but instead of thanking him for his help, she suddenly points her knife at him! ]

Who are you, and what are you doing near my village?

[stupidmammon]

[ Mammon was ready to boastfully show this Cookie warrior his skills and tell her just how impressive he was until she drew a knife which caused him to panic a little. ]

The heck?? I just helped ya an' this is how ya repay me?! I shoulda let the worm eat ya!

[ Nevermind the fact she was saving him in the first place. ]

[cawpatrol]

Answer my questions. Regardless of your actions, it is my duty to protect my village from any invaders.

[ The Raisin Crows now flutter all around the two Cookies. Do they attack? Or do they wait and see? They all staaaaare right at Mammon...]

Crème Republic

[angelbirth]

[ This. Is. Ridiculous. Despite his love of mystery novels, it doesn't take an ace detective to figure out whose dream this most likely is. What's worse is that even as a cookie, this place still won't allow him the right to have his own body. At least he doesn't have to deal with the wings and halo tonight.

Satan wanders the Crème Republic, taking in the sights and the other cookie people. When he had met Black Raisin Cookie previously, he had difficulty wrapping his mind around the type of place she might have come from. And, honestly, minus the whole cookie dough life, it's hard to tell this city apart from any wealthy city in the human realm.

It isn't until Satan stumbles upon the docks that he sees this city isn't the perfect place it tries to pretend it is. Of course. In order for a city to reach such splendor, the people with wealth and power have to step on the backs of others.

He sees Black Raisin Cookie--finally--and approaches her spot at the rocks. ]

There you are. So, your ocean really is carbonated, isn't it?

[ That's probably a very odd remark coming from a cookie she has technically never met. He is more or less unrecognizable, his blond hair turned black, his green eyes turned red, and his voice deeper and not at all the one he had when he spoke with her last time. ]

omg... more cookie devil pics... too cute...

[cawpatrol]

[ BRC is immediately startled, and as a result on the defensive - she whips around, knife in her good hand (do cookies have hands? shut up.) and trying to be wary of this stranger. She eyes him up and down.

There's... something familiar about him. Something she can't quite place. ]

... What do you mean, 'there you are'? Why were you looking for me?

demons take their dreamwalking very seriously!!

[angelbirth]

Wh--

[ WHAT THE HELL?! Okay, sure, he can't blame her for such a violent looking reaction toward Lucifer. He'd do the very same! But no matter how much he looks like Lucifer, he's not Lucifer, so she can put the knife away now!! ]

This is where you're from, right? You called it Earthbread? Said that magic was only available to certain cookies? You remember our conversation, right? It's me, Satan.

[cawpatrol]

... Satan?

[ She hesitates, but slowly lowers her arm, though she doesn't put the knife away, not just yet. ]

... How do I know this isn't a trick? You don't look or sound like Satan at all.

[angelbirth]

Other than it being a really stupid prank, what would be the point in anyone impersonating me?

[ He cannot believe he is (was?!) being held at knife point by a cookie. A cookie he helped! Sort of!! ]

Believe me, I don't want to look anything like this. I'd rather fall into your ocean made of soda water and dissolve than look like this.

[ The only idea he has to prove it's really him is to show her the color of his dreamotion magic, but that won't really prove anything. So what if it's green? She'd have to know Lucifer's would probably be blue for it to matter. ]

But, if you really feel so unsafe, I won't ask you to put the knife away.

[cawpatrol]

[ A long pause... she then raises her same arm - but instead of attacking, she calls out. ]

Raisin Crows! To me!

[ Just like that, a murder of Raisin Crows swoop down from the skies! They flutter all around Satan, one or two poking his head, but mostly just observing. After a few seconds of this, they flit away, and flock around BRC.

One sits on her shoulder, and nods twice. She watches it, then looks back to Satan. ]

... They tell me you are who you say you are. Your dough may have changed, but your true self has not.

[ With that, she pulls her arm back underneath her cape, so the knife is no longer a threat. ]

[angelbirth]

[ He realizes that her raisin crows are a lot more intimidating when he's her height. He doesn't particularly appreciate the poking, but he's not going to lose his temper over an doughy animal doing it, so he lets them do as they please. ]

They can tell?

[ Satan, who has been having an on-again-off-again existential crisis for the last one thousand years, looks quite surprised to hear it. They knew it was him? Just like that? Even though when they met, he looked nothing like the form he was in now? ]

They're not wrong, but... I don't know. I suppose I'm impressed. And thankful.