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Dreambucks Dating Sim(?!): Limited Edition
Who: Emet-Selch, Mei Lee, and a Bevy of Beautiful Boys (maybe)
Which: OPEN to friends and acquaintances (and innocent bystanders should you prefer it!)
Where: Dreambucks, five days later at high noon (backdated to ~August 10th or thereabouts)
What: In a half-hearted effort to help Mei overcome her unusual "ailment", Emet-Selch has agreed to take tea with her at Dreambucks and to invite a few of his more objectively attractive acquaintances. (Worry not, he's only here as a chaperone.)
Warnings: Cringe, regret, and secondhand embarrassment.
[The day is young; the wind is high. A small change of plans to begin what is certain to be a rather... unique experience, all told, has ushered Emet-Selch and his party indoors. Emet-Selch sits at a cafe table not terribly far from the entrance, positively bored as he pores over preliminary scheduling notes for his grand talent scouting venture whilst waiting for their guest of honor. The shadows beneath his eyes are more prominent than ever today, and he seems considerably older than his "forty-two" years. In other words, he's managing to look his age for once.]
[How this all came about, he still isn't completely certain. Perhaps at the time he was exceedingly exhausted and low on sleep (such as now), searching for anything at all to keep him focused and awake. Or perhaps in a lapse of judgment he saw this endeavor as a source of inspiration for an upcoming production - something whimsical about the struggles of life; a sentimental comedy. Or... perhaps a small, very small perfectionist-driven part of himself wished to help put an end to a young girl's peculiar affliction once and for all. "Stage fright" in the presence of others, broken focus, a tripped tongue. To have one's mind clouded is a tragedy, particularly when it would prevent one from reaching their full potential. And as it happens, Emet-Selch knows well how important it is to be able to make oneself understood when in the company of others - yet this is hardly the time for an origin story.]
[Emet-Selch lets out an exaggerated sigh and his hard gaze pins itself to the first person who is unfortunate enough to make eye contact.]
I do hope the child does not overdress for the occasion. This is a common social gathering, not a wedding reception. I reiterated the fact several times, yet I'd be foolish to think she heard a word of it. She was too busy shouting about her "first grand step into the exciting world of adulthood".
[A sideways glance at the doorway.]
Which: OPEN to friends and acquaintances (and innocent bystanders should you prefer it!)
Where: Dreambucks, five days later at high noon (backdated to ~August 10th or thereabouts)
What: In a half-hearted effort to help Mei overcome her unusual "ailment", Emet-Selch has agreed to take tea with her at Dreambucks and to invite a few of his more objectively attractive acquaintances. (Worry not, he's only here as a chaperone.)
Warnings: Cringe, regret, and secondhand embarrassment.
[The day is young; the wind is high. A small change of plans to begin what is certain to be a rather... unique experience, all told, has ushered Emet-Selch and his party indoors. Emet-Selch sits at a cafe table not terribly far from the entrance, positively bored as he pores over preliminary scheduling notes for his grand talent scouting venture whilst waiting for their guest of honor. The shadows beneath his eyes are more prominent than ever today, and he seems considerably older than his "forty-two" years. In other words, he's managing to look his age for once.]
[How this all came about, he still isn't completely certain. Perhaps at the time he was exceedingly exhausted and low on sleep (such as now), searching for anything at all to keep him focused and awake. Or perhaps in a lapse of judgment he saw this endeavor as a source of inspiration for an upcoming production - something whimsical about the struggles of life; a sentimental comedy. Or... perhaps a small, very small perfectionist-driven part of himself wished to help put an end to a young girl's peculiar affliction once and for all. "Stage fright" in the presence of others, broken focus, a tripped tongue. To have one's mind clouded is a tragedy, particularly when it would prevent one from reaching their full potential. And as it happens, Emet-Selch knows well how important it is to be able to make oneself understood when in the company of others - yet this is hardly the time for an origin story.]
[Emet-Selch lets out an exaggerated sigh and his hard gaze pins itself to the first person who is unfortunate enough to make eye contact.]
I do hope the child does not overdress for the occasion. This is a common social gathering, not a wedding reception. I reiterated the fact several times, yet I'd be foolish to think she heard a word of it. She was too busy shouting about her "first grand step into the exciting world of adulthood".
[A sideways glance at the doorway.]
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I see. A means to build up confidence and face setbacks, so to speak. It's not a bad plan.
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Look at it that way if you must.
In any case, I rather doubt anything will go terribly amiss. Hythlodaeus and Themis are both far too cordial to be purposefully insulting, and both possess enviable reserves of patience. One would be hard-pressed to find a better audience for practicing one's conversational skills.
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And how would you think of it then, if not for that? I can't say I'm the best person to go to when it comes to that kind of stuff, but I don't mind helping out if me being here helps any.
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[He's not going to ask nicely nor clarify what he means by that. A young girl would no doubt delight in meeting a Miqo'te, if not for the cultural exchange, then for the fluffy ears and tail.]
I care not to think of it. I've too many other, far more important things on my mind.
The only reason I am here is because I currently subsist entirely off of coffee and whatever vapors of dreamotion manage to waft through the theatre halls.
I'm sorry. I brain farted
And yet you made time for this gathering.
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Look, even one who enjoys the theatre can only spend so much time poring over schedules and applications before one tires of it and desires a break.
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[G'raha, you have no right to talk about taking breaks...]
Plans are coming together nicely then?
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[He will, however, spare everyone his complaints just this once. After all, it'd be inconvenient if they all decided to leave before their guest even arrives.]
Well of course they are. Planning, after all, is what I do.
Besides, one could hardly ask for a more enthusiastic group of artists. When I presented my idea for the talent competition, I half believed the entire theatre house had hidden springs inside their boots. So much jumping and laughing and crying... three individuals even attempted to follow me home.
[This may or may not be an elaborate joke.]
In other words, they agreed to my proposition almost immediately.
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[Yes, that was a joke.]
I have no act to offer, but 'tis good to see the idea go over well.
[He could play some music, but he didn't really do that to perform for others as much as it was to just play music on occasion. Not to mention it had only been a few months since he picked it back up.]
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Indeed. But is three truly such an unwieldy number? Of course I cast the others outside.
[He did no such thing. Well. Perhaps he shooed a few of the staff off when they began following him around and clamoring incessantly for more ways in which they could help. Delegating tasks is one thing, but there are moments when one requires peace and quiet in order to concentrate. Fortunately, Emet-Selch has no complaints about his current selection of housemates besides the fact that one of them keeps staying awake into the wee hours reading rather than getting a sufficient amount of sleep. But that's less an inconvenience to him than it is a private worry for another.]
...almost all of the others. There is still the pest problem to consider.
Have you ever known dreamotion to take on a life of its own over an extended period of time?
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Well, if originally aetherial beings such as carbuncles can maintain their form here when their caster has left, I don't see why dreamotion cannot take a life of its own if left with that intention. What exactly is this pest problem you're dealing with?
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[Hm. And here he begins to mumble under his breath as he works out the logistics for himself.]
Yes. Unless the discrepancies between aether and dreamotion energy converted it into a different sort of entity altogether, one unbeholden to the laws which would normally bind it to its creator.
[If that is the case, then it would absolutely be possible. With some rather fascinating possibilities besides.]
The problem? Small entities summoned forth here much like the carbuncles. Rather than dissipate, however, they seem to be evolving - albeit slowly.
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I was under the assumption that they've adapted to dreamotion, much like we have. How do we sustain our bodies if aether does not exist here otherwise?
I'm guessing they're evolving for the worse.
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How indeed. 'Tis enough to make an aetherologist weep. Even now we've hardly managed to scrape the surface when it comes to unraveling the mysteries of dreamotion. Applying it is one thing, yes, yet answering the "hows" and "whys" is another altogether. By all rights, it should not work; yet it does.
[A half shrug follows.]
Nay. They are as of yet harmless. The only thing worrying about them is the unpredictability of their development. Generally speaking, when working with concepts, one has at least some idea of how the creation is likely to interact with their environment, the sorts of things that may potentially go amiss. That is why concepts have ever been peer-reviewed and tested. When it comes to forming creations out of dreamotion, however...there is little way to know what emotions and indeed what sorts of changes may eventually come into play that will impact them irreversibly.
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That is one thing I seem to uncover, but there are many variables to this place that are still unknown to us. Just what is it that you're dealing with?
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Small and largely nondescript. They spend much of their time hiding beneath furniture and only come out when something rouses their curiosity. More recently they've begun to communicate through audible sounds and vocalizations.
Hythlodaeus is their favorite, of course.
[Well, it's true.]
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Well, for the time being they don't seem to be too much of a hastle. They were made from dreamotion, then?
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Presumably. How else would they have simply appeared without controlled intent?
As far as hassles go, however, I suppose it'd be far worse if they were a creature of voracious appetite or one which requires daily walks. A familiar is one thing, but multiple "pets" is quite another altogether.
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[The two of them hypothesized more about these dreamotion creatures for a while until Emet's attention was otherwise needed elsewhere. Leaving him to do his work, G'raha did his own thing.]