??? Explora Session 3: 9AM PST/11AM CST/Noon EST Start

[idolpro]

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THE GATES | THE COURTYARD | THE FOUNTAINS | THE GARDENS

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Re: THE GARDENS

[bondsofsuffering]

[....Uhhhh. Checking out what's going on with the meadow behind him now, I guess?]

Re: THE GARDENS

[idolpro]

[ The real garden stands before you: a meadow beneath a sky that shimmers with the shifting rainbow of light, with the horizon stretching as far as the eye can see. As the colors merge into that horizon, they form a pure-glowing white. The meadow itself, filled with flowers, reflects the sky in its rainbow. In fact, one might notice that no two flowers are exactly alike in color or breed.

You yourself stand at an entrance: a gate of white metal that gives off its own light.

It feels as though one mystery—the mystery of where you are—is slowly beginning to resolve, but how you got here is still a wonder. It weighs on your mind, in the back of your throat like a lump, but at once, you feel as though the drowsiness still remains, and your eyelids feel heavy.

Some yards away, there is a single tree. Its swaying branches beckon you to rest beneath them, if only for a moment. ]

Re: THE GARDENS

[bondsofsuffering]

[Oh...

He'll move towards the tree, then, although he's also keeping an eye out for certain flowers on the way - a white chrysanthemum and/or white snowdrops.]

Re: THE GARDENS

[idolpro]

[ It's easy to find a single snowdrop flower; your eye is drawn to it easily. And a chrysanthemum, too—a chrysanthemum of every color, in fact, but there it is, the white one.

As you approach the tree, you can see that its leaves are lush and green, but not of any species you can particularly identify. Actually, it's more like... the platonic ideal of a tree?

And still, taking a rest beneath its branches feels like the most natural thing in the world, somehow. ]

Re: THE GARDENS

[bondsofsuffering]

[Kind of wanna pick flowers... Kind of really want to sleep.

...

Yeah unfortunately sleep's gonna win out, time for a quick nap under the tree. Fifteen minutes can't hurt anyone, right?]

Re: THE GARDENS

[idolpro]

[ You sit, and you surely don't mean to nod off, but you find yourself drifting off anyway.

You don't remember what you dream, but you wake up to strange pinpricks—as though your leg had fallen asleep, but across your entire body. . .

Oh, what an embarrassing position for you.

Perhaps you don't see it now, but somewhere on your body, you'll later find the markings of two flowers, completely irremovable . . . ]

Re: THE GARDENS

[bondsofsuffering]

[[He won't find them on accounts of them being on the nape of his neck, but now he's marked with Gorse and Wild Rose. Huh!

And then he wakes up and- hey what this sucks. Why did he even sleep, he doesn't need it anymore. Getting up and shaking that out.]

Re: THE GARDENS

[idolpro]

[ Yeah, weird!

Well, you're feeling well-rested now, at least. Where to next? ]

Re: THE GARDENS

[bondsofsuffering]

[HE WANTS TO PICK SOME FLOWERS can he go back and grab that white chrysanthemum and snowdrop]

Re: THE GARDENS

[idolpro]

[ It's strangely hard to find either one again in this immense garden, even though you glimpsed them before;

Roll a 1d20 for each to try and find those exact flowers. ]

Re: THE GARDENS

[bondsofsuffering]

[Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

On one hand it would have been a neat souvenir, on the other, he does realize that they're not going to be able to fuck around here forever, not helped by the fact that he did just fuckin nap. There's so many flowers here, the chances of him managing to find those two again is really slim.

He will reluctantly go to the gate instead, but he'll keep an eye out for interesting flowers (or those two) on the way.]

Re: THE GARDENS

[idolpro]

[ The flowers are all lovely... in a way, they all seem perfect, and realer than real—

And somehow, you feel like you're bringing them all with you, anyway.

As you pass through the gate, it's as though a heaviness lifts from your chest—some terrible weight that you hadn't realized you'd been carrying. It had felt like terrible anguish, but now you can hardly remember it—it's as though it was a dream.

You find yourself in front of a fountain, with no way to cross back to where you were before. ]