· SPOOKY, COMFY AUTUMN OPEN POST (CMO) ·

[hobbitholmes]

SPOOKY, COMFY AUTUMN (CMO)

WHEN THE BATS COME OUT
THE CATS COME OUT TO PLAY
IN THE MORNING AFTER DARK

A SPOOKY, COMFY AUTUMN CMO

Welcome to the open sandbox Fall/Halloween post! This is made for sandbox shenanigans, fun, and voice testing! Prompts will be included as well as a section for TEXTING and TEXT FROM LAST NIGHT! The idea is just to have some relaxing fun and enjoy the cooler weather and as the haunts come out.

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COZY, COMFY, AUTUMN LEAVES FALL

🍁 Rainy Changes.
The seasons are changing, and the fall rains are here. The leaves are falling. Where are you? Out in the city, or maybe walking through the rain thinking about the upcoming season?

🍁 Leaf Piles.
Guess what? The autumn leaves are in piles. Time to bomb in or push someone else in!

🍁 Coffee Read-Me Time.
What better to do than curl up and read with a favorite book, forum post, or social media feed? Enjoy the changing of the seasons from inside. Maybe you'll even have some company.

🍁 Make Your Own.

Why not make your own adventure as the nights turn longer and the temperature drops?

SPOOKY, SCARY HALLOWEEN

🦇 Trick-Or-Treat.
Are you taking others out on the festivities? Giving away the candy? Or maybe just watching as the madness unfolds? Either way, it's a perfect time for a fright.

🦇 Monster Mash AU.
What if you were a vampire, a werewolf, a witch/wizard, vampire hunter, mummy, ghost, or any other flavor of spook? Time to roll the dice and see what might happen if your fate was just a bit more frightful...

🦇 The Long Halloween.
How about a horrible scary night? Locked in a scary house? Maybe someone has driven everyone mad. Maybe vampires are on the loose, or there is even a zombie invasion! Whatever is happening, the dawn is far off, and you may not survive the night...

🦇 Spirit of Halloween
Is that the Headless Horseman? Are you suddenly in Sleepy Hollow? Yes, you are. Enjoy a town that makes you feel like you walked into a living incarnation of the Spirit of Halloween store... but they're not costumes.

🦇 Make Your Own.
Why not write your own Thriller?

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[bringadream]

Dreams were always powerful things to creation. They could inspire or tear down perceived reality. They could even tell the future or the distant past if one was lucky enough to know how to read them. Such was the case it would seem for Nick Andros. Morpheus had seen many like him as he watched over the Dreaming. They were all different... and yet all the same.

It is not often the Lord of Dreams visits the mortal plane. Not unless the Dreaming is at stake. However, since his imprisonment, and connection to more and more mortals... he finds himself visiting more frequently. No doubt his dear sister, Death, would be thrilled at the idea. Perhaps knowing more of those who visit the Dreaming will help him better understand the ever shifting nature of his own realm.

He sits at the park bench as the autumn afternoon turns to evening. A hand drops crumbs onto the ground. Morpheus has always enjoyed the presence of birds. Simple and soothing.

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He doesn't expect to see anyone as he crosses the street towards the park. Birds still flutter everywhere and thankfully most of the residents of Shoyo had either fled or died inside their houses which means there weren't as many carrion eaters. Nick shudders at the thought, rubbing his arms despite the warm temperature.

The man (?) on the bench isn't the Dark Man from his dreams but Nick will lay down all of the money laying around the local Savings & Loan that he's not an average person either.

So he approaches and pulls out his notepad, scribbling down a note as he waits for the man to look up and see it.

I thought I was the only one left alive in town.

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The pasty white skin, jet black hair, and black eyes with a white glitter like a diamond give it away. Doesn't it?

Morpheus, Lord of Dreams, raises his head as the man approaches. There is a quick blink as he regards the man. A... note. Somehow, it is quaint. Then again, this is not the Dreaming. The man cannot simply speak out loud because he wishes to.

"'Alive' can imply many different things, Nick Andros." Morpheus throws the rest of the crumbs to the ground before standing to his full height. Not many would see him and know who he is. Yet, he knows them all. He knows their dreams. "How did you come to be in such a desolate place?"

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He knows his name.
That sends a chill down Nick's spine in spite of the warm summer sun. He holds up one finger in a 'hold please' gesture before writing again.

How do you know who I am?
I was attacked. The Sheriff and his wife helped me out before the plague hit.
Before everyone died except me.

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A nod comes from the tall ghastly man with a mob of black hair. He folds his arms behind his back as he waits patiently. Then, his diamond like eyes focus in on the note once again.

"I am Morpheus, Lord of Dreams. I know the names of all who come to realm... and humans spend much of their lives in my realm." Morpheus says it as if it should be rather obvious. "The plague?"

What has he missed in his time of imprisonment? As he has spent time rebuilding the Dreaming?

"Forgive me... you will need time to answer such questions."

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Nick frowns and gestures at the empty town around him. Another note is hastily scribbled down. The plague that wiped out most of humanity?

If humans spend time in your realm haven't you noticed a sudden downturn?

Probably not wise to crack sarcastic at a creature like Dream but Nick is wound a bit tightly after the last couple of weeks.

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Morpheus falls quiet at that. Either this is a separate Earth... or it is a nightmare. There is no path in which death on this scale would happen without his sister mentioning it to the rest of the family.

"No. The Dreaming remains as it has ever." He half turns to look at the area around them, his long black coat dusting at his ankles. "Has it crossed your mind, Nick Andros, that perhaps this is not reality as it would be for you?"

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Nick wouldn't argue the assessment that he was living in a nightmare. He flips the notepad to a fresh page, waiting for the man to stand and survey the little park and the very empty town.

Not reality?
He frowns and considers, shaking his head before he writes again. I don't understand. What do you mean not my reality?

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"Simple. That you are stuck in a dream." Morpheus crosses his arms over his chest. "Or perhaps stuck in someone else's nightmare."

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Stuck in a dream.
The idea doesn't seem as crazy after the last two months and watching so many people sicken and die around him while he felt fine, waiting for the day that he woke with a cough or fever.

My money is on nightmare.
How do I get out?

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"There are several ways to end a nightmare. This one I have my doubts that simply waking from will aid you." He turned to look over the town. "We must find what has induced such a dream into your natural dreams. And, then, preferably eliminate it."