leo tsukinaga's ideal world 🌕 ♫2

[idolpro]

If you can hold that Image in your mind
You may find a treasure hidden inside


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[idolpro]

☾ >> your character knows instinctively the goal, maybe a fairy whispered it to them in their sleep idk
☾ >> powers are on
☾ >> corruptions are on
☾ >> magic is REAL here and "anything you wish for can happen" (within reason don't be wishing for leo to magically believe you it doesn't work that way, you can wish for like a mojito or something though)
☾ >>>> the magic thing is not known to your character immediately they'll have to learn that on their own
☾ >> there is a special way to get around this ideal world
☾ >>>> this also is not known to your character immediately
☾ >>>>>> if they can't figure it out on their own someone might come to help them along
☾ >> leo is very likely to pop in and out of a scene. this is just how he is. there's npcs to talk to i'm sorry he's like this.
☾ >> i only made like 4 areas so if another area comes up you'll have to give me a second please have mercy i haven't slept
☾ >> you can basically assume there is constantly piano music playing unobtrusively in the background

UPDATES:
Canon Powers are also on, to player discretion. The entire idea of this world is basically "anything is possible, live your dreams".
They can also just not be on if it would be a pain otherwise, I don't tell you how to live your dream life.

SCORING DEPENDS ON
☆ breaking stuff just a little, as a treat
☆☆ convincing leo this world is fake
☆☆☆ convincing leo to leave even after he knows that this world is fake

capo

[idolpro]

You wake up to millions of stars shining above you.

Somehow you've found yourself lying on your back in a bed of grass surrounded by patches of white lilies and castle walls. It's cold, but not unpleasantly so, though your back may feel a lingering dampness from the grass as you sit up. Hopefully you're not wearing white.

You're not alone in this courtyard-- as will be immediately apparent as soft melody plays somewhere within hearing. However you might have felt upon waking up on the ground, as you hear this music you are filled with a sense of warmth and contentedness. It just washes over you like something familiar, something... filled with love.

The source of this music is not too far away-- in the middle of the courtyard encircled by lilies, playing on an immaculate white piano, is ... well, whatever you call this guy.

His eyes are closed as he plays, and he doesn't quite seem to notice you at first. Little white lights float around him and the piano, as if gathering just to hear him play... it's as if he's in his own little world.

But perhaps more notably, he looks... different. He looks normal? There's not a single crack or tail on him.

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[sunflowering]

[ It's so pretty, is her first thought. The flowers, the stars, the music... it's peaceful. Like a dream.

. . . She supposes that is the point. She eventually pulls herself up and follows the gentle melody, until she finds him. Stopping near the piano she simply listens quietly for now.

It's not until he finishes that she claps gently.]

That was beautiful, Tsukinaga-kun.

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[composeur]

[ he looks up at the clapping, seeming a bit surprised... but just grins ]

Wahaha, thanks a lot! You're calling me Tsukinaga-kun now? [ he's not correcting her, at least. not here. ]

Re: capo

[sunflowering]

Hah... actually, it always feels really strange to hear Shu-san say it and then not use it myself. Even though Hoshi-san is cute too. All of them are still you though I think...?

[ What's that saying? Any other rose would.........something or other. ]

But you could call me 'Yuuki' too, if you liked.

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[firststone]

[ since the magic thing is not immediately known to my character a fun video game happens instead where her subconscious brain isn't sure whether to expect the plants to rot where they're touching her skin or herself to rot where they're touching her skin

so both start rotting! yay!

also she doesn't know what to do with this "warmth and contendedness" so she's just gonna lie here for a bit give her a minute. ]

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[composeur]

[ do you need help

... eventually the playing will stop, at least. but it isn't leo who approaches her first... one of the glowing lights comes closer to her, and as it does she will see that it's actually a very small person. or rather a person-shaped being made entirely of wispy, carried on equally wispy wings.

the fairy reaches out to touch the rot along her arms. of course you can reject it if you want. if that's your wish. but if you don't, the light seems to absorb into her skin and heal the rot. ]

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[firststone]

[ she moves like, just enough to turn her head and stare at the fairy

she just lets that happen and stares at the fairy for a while







and then she tries to grab the fairy and crush it in her hand ]

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[maidenheaven]

[ uhm i

don't know how to heal magical rot

fortunately there's a fairy on the case but in the meantime he's reaching out to her, not really sure what all this is about but trying to pull the rotting skin from the rotting grass—surely there is Something There ]

Ao-san!

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[syncintohell]

[ Shu comes to and keeps his eyes closed despite his waking— the music is sweet and played with so much warmth. It isn't because he doesn't want to face the world, but because he wants to focus only on the melody washing over him.

When he sits and opens his eyes, it's only because he wishes to see who is playing.

...Ah.

He's going to take a seat on the bench next to him, listening a bit longer to decide his accompanyment, and then joining in uninvited. The song is less simple now, less sweet, bombastic in Shu's style. It's still pretty, though. ]

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[composeur]

[ if leo is surprised by this he doesn't show it, instead his fingers easily picking up the rhythm and tempo of Shu's accompaniment. the atmosphere becomes less familiar, but at the same time more lively, more... enthusiastic, like the feeling of a little kid excited to play with a friend.

speaking of. as the song ends, leo bursts into a smile ]

Shu-! You made it here after all!

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[syncintohell]

[ EQUALLY PLEASED. tsukinaga isn't being a pest yet!! just music talk now ]

If I was aware I was keeping you waiting, then I would have opened my eyes sooner. We so rarely play together despite our opportunities to do, non?

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[maidenheaven]

[ ah.

standing himself up, moving to the sound of piano—it's a nice song, he thinks, and he just wants to see the person playing it.

oh it's mozart. ]

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[composeur]

[ who are you calling mozart? you're mozart.

wait is it mozart or o-hime?

leo's going to keep playing until the song is finished.


and when he does finish, ]

So who are you, anyways?

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[maidenheaven]

Who am I?

[ taking a pause to consider the question, ]

. . . Simply put, I'm just a passer-by in this dream of yours. That's all.

the knights

[idolpro]

The door you enter leads to a ... rather unique throne room.

The long hallway checkered in black and white and lined with red carpet leads to an empty throne. Surrounding the throne are four giant chess pieces cracked with age, and littered around are several smaller and visibly less important pieces. A few of the smaller pieces have fallen over or been broken as if captured in a game, and others are simply missing entirely.

The walls are covered with sprawling measures of music written in gold, and they seem to glow and shift and change as if being written and rewritten before your very eyes. Spreading out from the notes are more cracks similar to the ones found in the chess pieces, and if you listen closely to the walls you can hear the faint whispers of a melody.

The dreamer of the dream is nowhere to be seen yet. Instead, there are four Knights .... just kind of fucking around, to be perfectly honest.

The red haired knight is the most animated, pacing back and forth in front of the throne in an agitated manner.

The silver haired knight is leaning against one of the larger chess pieces with his arms crossed over his chest, less animated but no less agitated.

The golden haired knight is sitting on the bottom step of the stairs leading to the throne, alternating between checking her appearance in a hand mirror and checking her cellphone fussily.

And the black haired knight. ................. is just lying face down on the ground.

There are no doors to be seen.

Re: the knights

[syncintohell]

[ Approaches the silver-haired knight, as the one he recognizes. ]

Where has Tsukinaga gone?

Re: the knights

[composeur]

[ the silver haired knight is immediately annoyed. ]

"What, are you blind? He's right there. God."

Yeah, Shu! God! Are you blind!!

[ leo is sitting in the throne now, the crown discarded to the floor because honestly who cares. also clearly he has always been sitting here. ]

Re: the knights

[sunflowering]

[ Going to the knight lying down on the ground...]

Excuse me... [ gentle shoulder pat ] Are you...okay?

Re: the knights

[composeur]

[ without even moving an inch ]

"I was okay... I was having a good dream, you know. Is the meeting over yet? Wake me up when the sun goes down..."

Re: the knights

[maidenheaven]

[ woahhh

taking his time examining the whole room, watching the walls form and reform music and leaning close—he's following the strokes, glancing to the chess pieces. are they all knight pieces or are they like, other pieces on the board ]

Re: the knights

[composeur]

[ the big pieces are only Knights. there are four of them, three black and one white. the white one seems to be in the worst shape, with more cracks than the others and even a few chunks missing.

also, by the time O-hime gets there the cracks in the wall have gotten bigger. you can see stars. ]

the lost

[idolpro]

The ocean is a lot like space. Endlessness as far as the eye can see, a sense of isolation, a sense that you can lose yourself here, that you can float so far away that no one will ever find you again.

You're standing on a coast, black as space with grains of sand so fine they sparkle like stars. Or maybe they really are stars. Maybe you are standing on millions of tiny little stars, tiny little universes.

The ocean in front of you is just as black, but it's depthless. There is no light there, nothing to guide the way, it's just the end. The end of this world and the end of all your worries.

As the tide goes in and out you might see traces of shapes peaking out of the darkness, but you can't quite make them out from here.

At least you know that if you end up getting lost you won't be alone.

Re: the lost

[firststone]

[ I want to live here actually

just collapses facefirst into the sand ]

Re: the lost

[composeur]

[ whenever she actually moves. if she actually moves. there's someone sitting next to her.

or she could just, you know. stay like this. existing in the general space of one other person while pretend you don't exist actually is also very valid. ]