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{ lindwormeo and juliet }

LINDWORMEO & JULIET
It is the third dreamshift, and when everyone rouses and becomes aware of their situation, they find themselves dressed in Verona, a gothic city where night reigns everlasting and violence lurks around every corner. Not because of crime, but because of the two main families, the Montagues and the Capulets, everlasting feud. Fights break out almost every other minute and peace is hard sought after. However, peace is perhaps on the table, for the Capulets are hosting a grand masquerade in a gesture of truce. But it's difficult when one of Montague's sons is cursed as a Lindworm, one of the key reasons why there is a feud to begin with.
"But that's not really all that important," a voice echoes around them. It's a voice different from the tapirs that they've grown accustomed to, and after another moment it chimes in again. "Up here my fair little dreamwalkers."
And lo, high above in the permanent night sky is a moon so full and bright that it almost feels as if it could swallow them whole. After learning about the Story Eater's actions against Songerein's moon, the appearance of a face would certainly alarm many. But then the face seems to recede before it changes into a full person holding a quill and manuscript.

But it is now up to you to see this play through completion. Doing so will help those outside draw out the fiend through the accumulated dreamotion energy, and if you could give it a few stabs that will help as well. Not all of you need to partake in my play, and I have already chosen my leading actors and actresses. You should find a brief copy of the script on your person, but you may act however you wish. However, I should warn you—this is a tragedy, so deaths are expected. But fear not, you will leave this dreamscape perhaps a bit tired, but unharmed. It's all a dream after all.
Now that should cover it. I look forward to seeing how everyone's tragic romances will play out. It may give me material for my next masterpiece!"
And just as suddenly as he had appeared, Shakespeare disappears from the moon, leaving it to loom brightly over the otherwise dark city.
I. GENERAL PROMPTS

A. Family Feud. Everyone in Verona is randomly split in allegiance between the Montagues and the Capulets, and whenever they meet there is some kind of tension. It could be violent, hostile, passive, petty, or even attraction. Surely Romeo and Juliet aren't the only ones who can love across the aisle. If not pit against each other to fight or exchange snide comments, opposing parties can also work together to deal with Erasers posing as creepy looking family members/soldiers/knights/etc.
» BONUS: TO ARMS. A city-wide family feud makes for good business if you’re in the weapons-and-armor trade. Gather materials to help smithies in creating armor and weapons.

» BONUS: PREPARATIONS. Any good party requires a lot of preparation, and all of Verona is abuzz with activity leading up to the big night. Tailors need help getting fabric, jewels, and other baubles to create the finest dresses. Caterers need quality ingredients for the food that will be prepared and served. Someone needs to step up and be the band for the night. There are plenty of ways in which Dreamwalkers can help make the masquerade a success!

- PARIS V. JULIET. Paris meets and dances with Juliet, taking a fancy with her. With his arrogance believing he can win over the Capulet princess, throughout the night he attempts to woo Juliet, either in the ballroom or the gardens just outside. Juliet must not be swayed! (Or maybe a little swayed, but try not go totally off-book here). Juliet can shut down Paris however they want. (This scene happens during or immediately after the "Masquerade", but before the Balcony scene.)
- PARIS V. ROMEO. Paris bullies his younger brother about the Lindworm curse on a near-constant basis. And to add insult to injury, after meeting Juliet he’s decided that he wants Juliet for himself. Obviously, Romeo is not about to let his stupid mean brother steal the love of his life! They’re going to have to fight this one out, either with words or via fisticuffs. (This scene happens during or immediately after the "Masquerade" but before the "Balcony" scene.)
- BENVOLIO'S ATTEMPTS. Benvolio is trying to find a cure for Romeo's curse, and after some research in the library he finds something! Good cousin that he is, he puts the theory to the test immediately. Unfortunately, his attempt backfires and he gets turned into a lindworm (fully or partially) instead. The poor guy is now out of sorts, and he needs protection so that someone doesn't mistake him for some monster and kill him. At least the transformation is only temporary.
- TYBALT V. MERCUTIO. The infamous duel. Considering how much their families hate each other, the inciting incident can be just about anything. The original story has Tybalt goading Mercutio into a duel by calling Romeo a villain, Tybalt killing Mercutio, and Romeo killing Tybalt. But no one’s enforcing the particulars very closely here, so players are free to proceed with the fight any way they please. (If this fight does end in one or more deaths, please refer to the event details on how death works within the dreamscape.)

» BONUS: ROSE COLLECTION. In the forests are white and red roses that are hidden under logs and stones. They will sparkle a bit to make them look different than other flowers. They must be collected before the Erasers can get to them. A white rose fed to a lindworm will return them back to normal. Eating a red rose will allow characters to turn into a pink, heart covered lindworm for ten minutes to fly up and try to combat against the winged noctaere or the Erasers.
II. ROMEO AND JULIET'S OBJECTIVES

Click for objectives.
A. Love at First Sight. Time to get your party-crashing pants on, Romeo, because there is a masquerade that you are not invited to but are attending anyway. Who doesn’t love a good party? If you wear a mask, no one will know it’s you! Here Romeo and Juliet have the opportunity to meet and flirt and make goo-goo eyes at each other. And if they really want to get into the spirit of things, they can go into a laborious metaphor about how holding hands is super hot but kissing is way hotter. (Yes, really.) At this point Romeo's curse is only a partial transformation, something along the lines of scales down one side of his body.

C. Elope. Being the very mature and intelligent lovers that they are, Romeo and Juliet decide to get married after knowing each other for a whole day. Time to get to the chapel, meet with the Friar, and exchange vows. Shakespear will lend a helping hand by providing wedding attire fitting for those who are cast in their role. That's right, every Juliet will have their own special bridal dress, isn't he so considerate? And then it’s time to do whatever it is that newlyweds do, if that's what they are into. Otherwise, Romeo and Juliet will need to return home to prepare for their future.
D. Runaways. Juliet learns that she is being forced to marry Romeo's brother, Paris, which is a problem because she’s already married and also she doesn’t like that other guy anyway. In a major divergence from the source material, Romeo and Juliet decide to make a run for it instead of that whole poisoning-yourself business. It’s just a better idea all around. The goal is to get out of town undetected, which means that this is a stealth mission. Romeo and Juliet must follow a path and avoid getting caught. Whatever it takes to get past the guards and would-be snitches that would turn you in!

F. Tragic Ending. Upon learning of the young couple's running away, the Capulets have declared war with knights out hunting to kill Romeo and bring back Juliet. They are soon found and no matter what they do, death will await them. But how? Players can direct this however they want. Did the soldiers catch them? Did they decide that the whole double-suicide poison thing was a good idea after all? Does one tragically sacrifice themself to save the other? Does Romeo go full Lindworm and eat Juliet? The possibilities are endless. At this point Romeo is capable of turning into a full lindworm if he's taken the cure without Juliet's blood. If he drinks the cure with Juliet's blood, then he will revert to a normal human (teenager) with no extra powers.
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Beatrix | OTA
01. Masquerade - Paper Faces on Parade [Inside]
02. Masquerade - Every Face a Different Shade [Outside]
03. Love is a Battlefield
04. Wildcard
WE ARE YOUNG, HEARTACHE TO HEARTACHE (love is a battlefield)
As such, he accepts the flower and tucks it into the pouch on his belt.]
Thank you.
[With that, he draws his own sword--a large, two-handed claymore.]
We'll need to cut through its minions before we can get to the creature itself. I'm ready when you are.
I can't believe this. lol
Heard.
[She acknowledges easily enough before she manages to continue.]
Pick a side to approach from. Two targets are more difficult to watch than one.
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Noted. I'll take the left.
[He glances over to her, automatically deferring to her as their ad-hoc commander. He hasn't led anyone in that capacity in over four years. He doesn't know much about her, but he knows that she's used to leading in situations such as these.]
At your word.
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Divide and conquer.
[She offers him a little dip of her chin, lifting one hand to indicate to make his approach. Whether he chooses to be subtle about it or as reckless hardly seems to matter. He may be military of a sort, but she understands that everyone with a weapon has a distinct style. If anything, he seems more like her and that is almost a little more strange.]
If you have magic, I would consider using it. Provided you have figured out how to in these situations. Let us take out the front line and then adjust our focus.
[And she isn't going to say it, but she'll keep an eye on him. If something happened where he needs her help, she'll make sure that she's there.]
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With one last nod to acknowledge her advice to use magic, he makes his approach from the left, strafing slowly until he gets the attention of one of the smaller, winged creatures that are between them. From there, he engages in earnest, calling forth a dark, cold flame that encompasses his sword before he swings it. He's been practicing his dreamotion magic quite a bit in recent weeks, and it shows here.
As he fights, he makes sure to maintain enough awareness of Beatrix's position and condition. He wont say it either, but he has her back same as she has his.]
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you're going to have to wrap him in a towel or something
BAD DOG NO BISCUITS
:(
If he's a good boy, he gets walkies.
walkies! ♥
Time to get a leash for Diluc.
hot ;)
of course he'd like that
don't kinkshame him
i want diluc to live his best life
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Being the studious, serious leader of the Foretellers, he's never really been one for parties. He's not good at lightening up and tends to just stick to himself or the wall until someone else forces him into the action. He's trying to blend in here, but there's the vague sense that he shouldn't. Or that something is going to happen if he says the wrong thing, being a Montague for this story.
He jumps at the touch to his arm, a little too caught up in his thoughts but it's easy enough to recover.]
Oh, my apologies. Were you looking to get by?
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He's... tall.
A little imposing from a first look. Although he seems right at home in this little place.]
That was the intention, yes.
[What else did people normally ask for?]
Dare I ask what you thought I wanted?
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[And he goes to step to the side, but to answer her question.]
Uh, well, given the circumstances, my attention....or perhaps a dance?
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I was under the impression that men usually did that. Asking ladies for dances, that is.
[Says the woman who comes from a world where things are still kind of backwards. Not entirely so. A smart person who knew Beatrix would have come to the conclusion that it's not that others ask her to dance, it's the other way around. Or at least, it's supposed to be. If Beatrix ever showed any interest in dancing.
...Isn't she supposed to blending in? She's doing a terrible job of this.]
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I, I suppose you are correct. Forgive me, this is my first time at a ball like this. I'm not familiar with the customs.
[There. Just blame it on being a Montague.]
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I think we can wrap this up here!
Sounds good to me!
02
He's not surprised to find that he's not the only one who has taken to the garden on this lovely evening. It takes him a moment to recognize her from a distance— and even then, it is an educated guess— but he approaches all the same, tipping his head slightly to one side and offering a warm smile beneath his mask as she lifts her hand to cup one of the garden's many blossoms, the angle of his approach obscure enough that she might not catch a glimpse until it's too late.]
The flowers here truly are breathtaking. Was the crowd too much for you, perhaps?
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When his voice hits her ears, everything in her tenses. She's grown very... familiar with it. That dulcet tone of his. A more alarming accompaniment is the absence of annoyance. Ever since their little spar, she's found that she is fully capable of actually enjoying herself. That's a frightening realisation.
She hears, for just a moment, a reminder from Zidane. That she ought to figure out who she is beneath the title of general. Beatrix draws in a breath to steel herself and she clears her throat.]
The social aspect of noble court was never my expertise.
[She turns to give him a lookover and whatever she might think -- that he isn't completely unfortunate looking -- she doesn't voice. Instead she shakes her head.]
You, on the other hand, look as though you were made for this. I suppose that would be expected of a lord. Even a former one.
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I do have some experience in this area, yes. It is not so unlike home, before I found myself involved in politics.
[He remembers playing music at gatherings much like this one, in fact— simpler times, when he could pretend that his responsibilities to his family, to his station, were a distant worry.]
Even so, I quite like the quiet— the way the evening air carries the music to the furthest reaches of the grounds, so that even those who seek reprieve needn't be deprived of all the night has to offer.
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[Children of nobility are not immediately thrown into politics. At least they ought not a be. A child's mind cannot fully grasp the weight of politicking or what it requires. It would be nothing short of cruelty to expect otherwise. She has no way of knowing what a younger Dohalim would be like. Troublesome? No. Doubtful. He seems too by the book. Too kind.
As he continues, her attentions draws back onto where she came from and for several long moments, she simply listens. It's not wholly silent. He's right. There's a soft draw of music, a very soft ambience of the conversation that was near deafening inside.]
I would have taken you for the sort to enjoy being the centre of attention, actually. You certainly do carry yourself a bit the way a chocobo does. All fancy plumage and strutting.
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Indeed, and for quite some time as a youth, as well. I consider myself fortunate, that I was able to focus on my passions for as long as I was, before other 'opportunities' arose.
[He had never wanted to be a Lord, but this is hardly the time or place to go into all of that— and regardless, he had taken the role quite seriously, even if he'd had no desire to become 'Sovereign,' back when it was still thought to be something worth aspiring to.
One corner of his mouth quirks upwards at her assessment, amused. She is always very forthright when it comes to sharing how she sees things.]
Perhaps to some extent. I do enjoy fine things, and social gatherings are well and good, if the company is pleasant— but if it is how I dress that makes me appear to be some kind of peacock, it is simply what I'm used to.
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I THINK WE CAN WRAP VERY SOON HERE.
YOU GOT IT
Love is a Battlefield
She is no stranger in fighting the Erasers thanks to her time in the Realm of Stories, but, oh boy, she does hate how annoying they can be to deal with. So when another person offers her a white rose to use, she doesn’t think twice and gets it from Beatrix.)
Oh thank you. I appreciate it, especially with how tough the Erasers can be at times.
(She then tucks the rose onto her hair near her right ear while Pooka barks at some incoming Erasers in fuming rage.)
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Fortunately, by this point in time, Alexandria's general has learned to keep those kinds of opinions to herself. It doesn't stop her from eyeing Anya with some slight befuddlement.]
This is not your first encounter with them.
[It's meant to be a question, but so often Beatrix's tonal inflections don't betray that. It sounds almost more like a statement—an observation—to be more accurate.
Ultimately, Beatrix has made a habit of underestimating the other dream walkers of this world. Anya is very likely to simply be another one in that category.]
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(Pooka is still barking mad at the Erasers as they speak, now even including growling as well.
Anya is looking at the Erasers with a grave look on her face: bringing the time when she had to fend off plenty of them during the 3rd act of the Sugar Plum Beast campaign.)
So, want to team up to try to stop the Erasers?
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Her attention drops onto Pooka for some moments. Dogs. Not seemingly a part of Eustace's magical-natured dogs. At least, not by appearance.
As her attention turns back onto their opponents at present, Beatrix tightens her hold atop her sword. She never has been one for team building exercises or... cooperation. But this is a special situation.]
We are both here, are we not? We might as well. I trust you to handle your own given your intimate knowledge of them.
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(She has to keep an eye on Pooka as well or he might get hurt from the Erasers’ attacks as well. Still, she isn’t goin to stand around and let Verona burn.)
Alright, ready when you are.
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02!
She agreed, hesitantly, but had slipped into another dress and snuck on another mask unlike her own after dropping it in the gardens to go back unrecognized. The ruse worked, and Tifa wastes no time wandering back outside for fresh air and some damn peace and quiet, away from the prying or wanting eyes of men who would like a dance with Capulet's princess. At least she can say that she visited the ball again before she went back up to her room for the next scene she would be needed for. But that was much later.
The gardens are her favourite place to be, and it's as if she's been fixed with memories and feelings of it that weren't hers. Like she had spent nights and nights out here gazing up at the moon and stars all alone, and tonight, they remind her of her real home, back in Nibelheim, and how they looked almost the same there too.
She's surprised to spot another in the garden with an unfamiliar silhouette, and curious, Tifa lifts her mask up over her eyes as she approaches from behind, her voice gentle so as not to startle her.]
Didn't think I'd find someone else out here.
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On the other hand, neither do tailored dresses. Beatrix is plucking at hers with something very similar to disdain when she's addressed. She turns and finds herself faced with... Well. She almost can't tell. Wouldn't be able to had Tifa been hiding her face behind the mask. For just some breaths, her surprise is palpable before it's fluttered back into what must be considered Beatrix's normal.]
I never much cared for the social gatherings back in Alexandria either.
[She admits with a gentle tip of her head.]
You look... [Beatrix takes several moments to simply assess Tifa from head to toe.] ...like a princess, actually.
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Funny, I was cast as one.
[Tifa joins her, wandering up to her side, eyes on the flower in her hands.]
Got thrown into the role of Juliet without a say in it. [With a low laugh, she shakes her head.] Didn't think this was how we'd see each other in a dreamscape again.
[The last time they did, it was under much different circumstances, and... although this dreamscape is far from an ideal meeting place for any of them, it's better than being tossed around.]
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[Not that Beatrix has actually been forced into anything against her will. Yet. As she's thought many a time before, that won't last forever. Eventually something personal of hers will get shared, or she'll be humiliated publicly. Something like that. Somehow trying to brace herself for an impact of something she can't see or foretell is supposed to be more comforting.
It's not.]
I would consider this a vast improvement to dollhouses with miscellaneous pathways, Tifa. At least this is theatre.
[It would seem that Beatrix is a fan of theatre. This Romeo and Juliet, after all, is not so different from Marcus and Cornelia in I Want to be Your Canary.]
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gonna start wrapping this! 💗
fine with me!