#mx:reverie

[mthreverie-blog]

Seokhyeon has enough pride to applaud himself on the events that have taken place-- his magic is powerful, more powerful than even his own wife’s, which is why it was so easy to hide it from her and the rest of the natural world. To whisk away several dozen citizens for the amusement and pleasure of his mistress-- not difficult at all.

“I think you’ve done a fine job,” Taehui hums, appearing from behind the monarch to rest her chin on his shoulder, long locks of hair cascading down her skin while she flashed that catlike smile of hers. “I apologize for meddling, but I couldn’t help myself. It’s all for me, after all-- I have a right to have my fun too, right?”

And the king laughs, ever so loving, resting is own hands over hers, allowing the dream he’d brought to fruition to slowly crumble. “Of course, love. I only get to see you in dreams, so of course I would give you everything on our anniversary. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“It feels like it’s been weeks in here-- but it’s only been a few hours, Seokhyeon. I don’t want it to end.” She dons an almost childish pout, one manicured nail reaching out to graze across the wooden table in front of them, overlayed with a screen that displayed the sleeping players in their little game. Her finger drags across it, scorching the wood and disrupting the screen behind it. “Can’t you make it a little longer, darling?”

Seokhyeon has to force himself not to sigh-- gently pulling his lover’s hand away from the table, smiling at her softly. “You know I can’t. We’ll have to wait until next time.

Taehui harrumphs, but gives in to the king’s words. “Fine. But next time I get to do more than give out riddles.”

“Of course, darling. Anything for you.”

And as he reached back to kiss her one last time, the dream ended like a sigh, as if it had never began.

The participants of REVERIE find themselves waking up from a dream-- a very, very long dream that they have little recollection of, only small bits and pieces able to be recalled. None of the strange events show any sign of ever happening; no sore feet from walking for so long, no full bellies, no wounds. Nothing. Not even the tattoo remains.

(Some, however, remember it all-- those without corporeal forms, those who don’t need to dream. GHOSTS have a full recollection of everything-- they do not have the luxury of forgetting.) 

But one thing can be found with each person-- physical, spirit, or otherwise-- upon their waking: a package. A compensation for playing in the game, the only evidence that the barely-tangible remnants of their dream had been real. Inscribed on each package, in neat letters, is one word; one classifier they had never known of, and an indication of what might had happened in their strange dream.

Muses whose packages have ‘KNIGHT’ written upon their box are the following: @mcxeunji, @mthseokjin, @mthwasa​, @mxhoseok, @mxseunghyun, @mxsoojung, @mxseohyun, @mthjaejoong, @mthkyungsoo, and @mxjae.

Muses whose packages have ‘PRINCE’ or ‘PRINCESS’ written upon their box are the following: @mxsehun, @mxjimin, @mxminwoo, @mxmyung​, @mcxbyul​, @mxminah​, and @mxjinri​.

Muses whose packages have ‘KING’ written on their box are the following: @mthsoohyuk, @mxhaejin, and @sungyeolxmc​.

Muses whose packages have ‘QUEEN’ written on their box are the following: @mcxjoy​, @mcxsuzy​, @mthseulgi​, @mxchloe​, and @mxmyungeun​.

Muses whose packages have ‘REBEL’ written on their box are the following: @taemth​, @mxdaisuke​, @mxyonghwa​, @mthsoojung​, and @mxwheein​.

Muses whose packages have ‘MARTYR’ written on their box are the following: @mthchoa​, @mthsunggyu​, @mxtaehyung​, @mthjackson​, @chanyeolxmc​, and @mxyuji​.

Muses whose packages have ‘CLERIC’ written upon their box are the following: @mxjinki​, @mxkyung​, and @mxwoohyun​.

Muses whose packages have ‘THIEF’ written upon their box are the following: @mthseungyeon​, @mxdongwoo​, @mxsungjong​, and @xmcjoohyun​.

Muses whose packages have ‘VAGRANT’ written upon their box are the following: @mxhowon​, @mxyoongi​, @mxjiyeon​, @mcxhoshi​, @mxmingyu​, and @mthchen​.

Muses whose packages have ‘JOKER’ written upon their box are the following: @mxgongchan​, @mxdonghyun​, @mxkimjaewook​, @mxyeri​, and @mxtakeshi​.

Here are the rewards found in each box, depending on their class:

KNIGHTS receive a weapon that would suit them best for their needs.

PRINCE/PRINCESSES receive vial of flowers to brighten their days.

KINGS receive a ring inlaid with gold with a precious gem in the center.

QUEENS receive a hand mirror with precious gems decorating the outside.

REBELS receive a bracelet with broken chains dangling off the center.

MARTYRS receive a bracelet fashioned after thorns.

CLERICS receive a book which contains their favorite subject of academia.

THIEVES receive any physical item dear to them that they have lost in the past.

VAGRANTS receive a sum of money enough to stabilize their life for up to a month.

JOKERS receive an object of the mun’s choosing that would bring the muse enjoyment/pleasure.

If your muse completed the maze and answered their riddle correctly, their gift also allows them to recall their partner in REVERIE and directs them to find them again in the future-- perhaps, for more surprises.

All muses may eventually recall the events of their dream the more they speak to other muses who partook in it-- but only time may tell for that. For now, their memories are hazy-- as if it hadn’t happened at all.

[mxjimin]

intimacy.

jimin didn’t expect to get anything right, let alone be free to leave. but here he was-- walking through the exit and stumbling into a fog, clouding his vision and unlike anything else he’d ever seen before. it was even harder to navigate than the fog from before, and it confounded him-- almost as much as the riddle had.

but he made it through. that was what was important.

by now, he was tired-- it wasn’t long before his eyelids started droop, limbs failing him as he sank down to his knees in the soft grass, and then curling up on the ground, unbearably tired. so much had happened-- this whole night was so bizarre, terrifying, and exciting. something he could only dream up, really.

i wonder where hoseok sunbae is, he wonders, idly, followed by and hwasa ssi... and myungeun, and that other girl. what was her name--

he drifts off like that, wondering after the people who had touched his heart, even if briefly, in this bizarre world of fantastical reality and mayhem.

[mxkyung]

merry jig {solo}

His heart is beating rapidly still, dancing a merrily little jig in the cavity of his chest. Worry lays heavily upon his mind—has Yonghwa gotten out? will he be able to see him? what if he loses his best friend here nonetheless? and what about the king—how is he involved? Will he ever know the truth?

It’s only after long moments of calm forest that he begins to calm down, just as weariness starts tugging onto his mind. he’s been scared all night, heart been in overdrive for so long. it’s only now he starts noticing how tired he is; he just wants to sleep. there are still lingering worries in his mind; he’s a creature of the forest, yes, but he’s spotted vampires at the feast earlier. Will they prey upon him if he sleeps?

These worries become less important by the minute as he sits down, tugging his jacket around his body. There’s a some parellels to be drawn between how he woke up and how he might take a nap. He wonders what is up with that—but Kyung is a mathematics major, deals little with parallels in fiction or real life if they don’t have to do with numbers.

Kyung curls up as tightly as possible, trying to keep out the cold. The tinier he is, the less likely they are to spot him, right? These are the last thoughts on the faery’s mind—of fear and betrayal and worry—before he is spirited away to the land of dream.

[mxseunghyun-blog]

exacerbation + solo

Seunghyun breathed in hard as he fell to the ground, sleep falling over him like a stupor. His sleep was dreamless, exhaustion settling over him and easing the pain in his mind. 

Where was he?

Seunghyun woke with a start, hands scrambling over the forest floor as he tried to get to his feet. The mind numbing saturation was back, his eyes watering as he looked over the neon colors of the leaves and flowers around him. He felt more unsafe as he took a few steps forward, debris crunching under his feet. 

He heard a faint laughter in the distance, the sound forcing goosebumps to rise on his arms as he started to walk towards it. Minwoo wasn’t here to stop him, there was no one to keep him from running after her.

Seunghyun was certain, feet moving with barely any conscious thought, that he would find her this time. He would find her- 

Another call sounded to his right, deeper and so much like the voice he had been hearing throughout his entire journey in the forest. Seunghyun made a little sound, bordering on a whimper, as he glanced between the directions of the sounds. He didn’t know what he wanted more. 

He took a step forward, head bowed, fingers clenched. He could only hope he was making the right decision as he walked, the reality of his life behind him as the dream took over. 

[mxminwoo-blog]

event | solo

it’s funny how this entire might has made him feel more human, more alive, than the past few centuries have. and with funny, minwoo means absolutely horrifying. he wishes he could forget the past night already, bleach the awful gestures of weakness from his mind. part of him wishes he could flush it away with fae blood already—but the reminder of his usual….source leaves a weird taste in his mouth.

love, he thinks, mentally scoffing.

the vampire tells himself not to think about such matters as he exit fades behind him and he wanders much like in the concrete jungle; banishes the quiet question in the back of his mind whether seunghyun made it out or not. no minwoo doesn’t care about others; that’s what he tells himself over and over again. no matter that his heart is torn between what he wants and what he thinks is best; he will pull through this, even if it means burning everyone around him down.

after the happenings in the forest, minwoo would be glad to let off some steam, just to get back in control.

the mist is cool against his skin, a caress of the air; it drags on his limbs like exhaustion. it’s undignified to lay down on the floor, but he wants to. his eyelids feel so heavy, and his knees are about to give out. after everything that happened, just a nap would be fine, right?

he sits down at first, stifling the unnecessary human gesture of a yawn. the fabric of his clothes becomes damp, but barely notices. maybe it is alright if he lays his weary head to rest for just a moment? he curls his arm underneath his head as a pillow, already drifting off.

[seb-of-the-dead-blog]

Maze || Solo

This maze was madness. How the fuck was he supposed to get out of here, and on his own to boot? Then again, he’d been on his own for a long time, why was this any different? Each step brought him closer to the end and damn did he want the end. With a sigh, he turned another corner and settled against the wall, panting. How long had he been walking? Too long if his sore feet were anything to go on.

A sudden noise drew his attention and he was back to standing in less than a second. Of course there had to be monsters. What sort of maze would this be without them? While he normally would have preferred to stay and play with them, now was the time to leave and he sprinted along, not caring which way he turned, until the ground fell out underneath his feet.

His body felt more than his eyes saw the collapse but after a quick scramble, hands clawing at the solid ground around the lip of the ditch, he managed to pull himself free. Shit. Why did this sort of thing keep happening? That was the third pit trap he had found in the last- how long had he been here again? Oh fuck it. What was the use of trying to calculate time?

Another roar brought him out of his thoughts as he turned slowly. Damn, damn, damn. The chimera loomed over the small faery, teeth bared and tail fangs snapping. It lunged for the faery as he jumped away, landing and nearly losing his balance instantly. Through his body, he could feel the magic returning. Thank the non-existent gods! However, before he could decide on a course of action, the chimera’s snake tail was at his heels, biting with fangs dripping venom. Nope, nope, nope. He was not going to die in some shit hole of maze concocted by a monarch who’s brain, in Takeshi’s opinion, had turned to mush long ago.

Corner after corner was passed as the monster chased him, swiping with claws sharp enough to cut bone like butter. This running was getting him nowhere. Skidding to a stop, the wondered vaguely if this was something he was born to do, face things people told him to flee from, screw the consequences. A ball of light formed in his hand, nothing fancy, but bright, brighter than a the lights of a baseball stadium.

The spark sent the beast howling, holding its paws over blinded eyes at it dashed away. Takeshi slumped, leaning against the nearest hedge. Shit, that had been harder than he had expected, not that he would ever admit such a thing to anyone else. Slowly, he pushed himself up and continued walking, glancing around for anything that would indicate an out.

Then there it was. Beautiful as the fires he’d tried to rain down on his own people. With hesitation tossed to the wind, he dashed toward the end of the maze.

[mthreverie-blog]

The festivities, despite the existing handicaps, are pleasant-- they go without a hitch, not a single thing truly going wrong.

Until now.

The hours have passed, and as they have, the diners have gorged-- eating more and more and more, delighting in their own gluttony, while their host looks on, no longer noticed by his guests. They’re too wrapped up in the feast before them, in their desperation to do anything at all to get what they wanted in excess.

At the snap of his fingers, the food disappears-- as if it hadn’t existed to begin with, even from the diners’ own hands, vanishing into thin air. The invisible servants dissipate as well, but the ceaseless hunger does not; and the King, once the diners realize he has graced them with his company, smiles gently.

“What is your greatest desire?”

The question seems to trigger something-- and the mark inscribed on every person’s hand burns, while the King stands, fingers dragging across the table. “To what lengths would you go to get what you want? Do you believe your nature is as gluttonous as it seems here, willing to degrade yourselves to the lowest level to satisfy your own needs?”

He doesn’t mean to lecture. Seokhyeon pauses, remembering why he was here, his point. “You all want something. You know this, do you not? Here, in this place I have brought you to-- you can find it, if you try hard enough. It may not be in the form you expected, and it may not satisfy you, but if you can solve the final puzzle, you may have a sliver of what you asked for.”

And he knows none of them remember it-- a question, asked in a dream, any capability recollection stolen away from them. But they may remember a single word, a single feeling driving them forward.

“Go.” The table disappears, as well, a maze replacing forest around them. “If you can escape, you will find your reward, upon the finale of your dream. Do not travel alone, but do not leave with company.”

King Seokhyeon offers one last kind-- borderline misleading-- smile before disappearing as well, leaving the various openings visible to his guests, and something roars in the distance, sudden and ferocious.

Good luck.

Players who participated in vows made in wine are intended to continue this challenge as an offshoot to it, and may add this event to their existing threads whenever they choose.

The maze is host to various dangers-- various creatures lurk the maze, such as trolls, chimera, and what might even be a high dragon, with a taste for flesh. Nonlethal traps are littered all throughout the maze, such as spores from pink flowers which put travelers to sleep and dropping cages; players are welcome to come up with their own ideas, so long as it does not harm any characters. Muses will find that any stolen abilities they lost are now returned to them.

When you wish for your muse to exit the maze, like THIS post and we will send you an ask with a riddle your character must answer privately. If your character answers correctly, we will let you know and you will be expected to write a solo depicting your character’s departure from the maze. If your character fails, you will be given further instructions afterwards.

Your character cannot leave the maze with anyone else.

[!] You are free to continue this challenge in any preexisting threads you have going; if you decide to post any starters, please tag them with #reverie:maze. You will receive further instructions once you reach the end of the maze.

[mxjimin]

disparity;

god, he’s hungry-- this whole favors for food thing has him starving, mostly because everyone seems to be too busy socializing with each other to come to little ol’ jimin. which is funny, considering the fact that usually parties consist of a ridiculous number of people trying to get into his pants or otherwise gain his affection, but tonight seems to be a completely different situation entirely.

which, under normal circumstances, he’d welcome-- but right now, he’s just fucking hungry, too hungry to approach anyone and instead leaving him slumped against one of the trees to try to deal with the fatigue his hunger inflicted on him.

(someone come save him. please.)