Sessions Worlds and Stuff

*it occurs to her that she could ask them about Ribbon, and just what hand holding means to fairies, and if it's the same as for humans... but it feels like spying, to ask Av instead of Ribbon, so she thinks of something else to ask*
These dreams... What are the limits to who I can see and where I can go in them?

I've removed the limits, but i've left the boundaries... thats really the best, most accurate answer. no dreaming to yourself in the past. even if you could travel to the past as you go forward in time if you find the right place. you are within your own boundaries. see your friends, see some strangers... maybe go and see a quaint snowy town with some people who are blessed by the works of what is now a single scientific mind...

What about...a house, in the past, when nobody's home?

*seems to laugh a bit without making any sound* A dream for a dream's sake! that holds no boundaries. feel free to go, the door is anywhere.

*she turns, and it does seem that now she is standing where she hasn't for a very long time, on the sidewalk just in front of her house, back on Earth...*

*its very quiet... as if no one is around for miles...*

*knowing that nobody is here makes it easier to open the door, knowing what was waiting here for her the last time she saw her old house in a dream...but this is nowhere near the game; this is Earth, before everything changed... She had wondered how much she actually remembered, but the living room in front of her doesn't answer that question. For all she knows, this is just a reconstruction from her memory. The long couch. The television, rarely used. The bookshelves. The piano. And atop the piano, the photographs. Centermost is the one she knows she has in her sylladex, of her and her mother. It is the only picture with her mother in it; the rest are of her. Of the child Ella... She was a well-documented child*

*Av is not here. you are free to explore your old home as long as you want, without distraction*

*she continues through the kitchen, down to the basement. Sits on the stairs and looks around from there, at her private hangout. She keeps superimposing the image of the new, empty basement over it; she can't seem to help it. Eventually she gets up and goes back upstairs, through the kitchen and living room, and up the other stairs to the second floor. She passes by her mother's room, going for the room that was hers, when she was little. Full of old things now, storage.*
*the strangest part... is that for all it matches her memories, it doesn't feel like home anymore. Certainly in its current state of being empty of people. No people-less place was ever home*
*she suddenly very much wants to hold someone to her... and with no one in immediate reach, uncaptchalogues the plush dog, and holds it instead, closing her eyes and hoping to sink back into normal, restful sleep*

... *its morning... the darkmatter and Mack both seem to be up already*
][(] *Mack is setting a small container that looks a bit like a fish-food tube, only it has a picture of a meal-worm on the side, next to the turtle pen... special turtle treats for Hamnet and Factor to give Baby*
[==@] ... [=@=] ... goodmorning.
][:] ? ][:] oh hey, ][(] your up.
*Ribbon is sleeping soundly, her wings slowly flapping* -u-
7BD- *is also sleeping, but not quite as soundly, his lower half pawing at the air some as if he's having a great dream* 7BD-
*looks like Onponn and Marlow aren't back yet*

...morning. *oh, she's holding the plush dog in reality, too... She captchalogues it, and sits up*
[]) *hamnet and factor are still soundly asleep*
*baby seems to be asleep as well*

[@==] wesentoneofourselvesouttoseeifwecouldfindOnponnandMarlowearlier. [=@=] Marlowisdozingoff,sotheyshouldbeheadedbacksoon. [=@=]
][:] Yea. ][(] and, I alchemized up some treats for Baby. ][:]
7BD- "z."
-u- zzz. -u-

Good idea. To both of them. *looks down at the still-sleeping Hamnet, and lightly brushes their hair with her fingers*
[]) zzz...
@? @) *pokes out*
Hey. Good morning.
@) goodmorning.

7BD- "Z."
-u- zzz...
[^==] goodmorning. [=@=]
[==@] nowmightbeagoodtimetogetready,sothateverythingwillbesetupforwheneveryoneishereandawake. [=@=] *time to ask for a little help with time*
][:] ? ][:] ... ][(] Hey Factor. I made you an Hamnet some turtle treats to give to Baby every once in a while. ][:]

@) treatsforbaby!
*takes out her laptop, boots it up to access Pesterchum*
[]? z? *is closer to awake, thanks to Factor's excitement*

[@==] ... Marlowhasfallenasleep. [=@=] theyareheadedbacknow.
][:] oh thats good. ][(] hey, what does anyone. ][:] *realizes that the only people awake that eat food are you and himself* what do you think would be good for breakfast? ][(] I know Nyx'll wake up once he smells food.
7BD- "Z."
-u- zzz.

Hm. Well I'm in the mood for eggs.
@? @) *is doing their best to be patient for Hamnet to wake up so they can move around*
[|]?

[rhythmicRenditions has begun pestering idyllicIntegrity]
RR: Hey Abby, I have a favor to ask of you
II: sure, what's up?
RR: The darkmatter and I need to go on a trip, but we don't want to be away from the kids for too long
RR: Could you give us a lift, bring us back to when we left from?
II: yeah i could help you with that!
II: i could use a little trip to be honest.

][(] M-k. eggs it is. ][:] probably make a few bacons and waffles while i'm at it. ][:] *goes to the terminal to order up the grub*
[==@] thankyouforbeingmindfullofRibbonandHamnet'snomeateating. [=@=]
7BD- "z."
-u- zzz... z? -u- *her wings fluttered faster a moment, as she starts waking up*

RR: Great! We really appreciate it.

*Sophie looks up from her laptop to nod at the darkmatter* It's a yes.
@?
[|]? [;]? [:]) Treats?
@) forbaby.
Good morning, Hamnet.

[^==] thatsgood. ... [@==] [=^=] andgoodmorningHamnet.
-u- z?
][:] *a tray with 6 pieces of bacon comes up, followed by a plate full of eggs, and a plate full of waffles plus a container of syrup* ][:] ? ! hey! ][(] ][:] yea, got some treats made up for Baby. ][:]
7BD- "z.-Z?" 7BO-