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[A wave of pink clouds moves overhead, and Paprika ducks slightly, even though they wouldn't be harmful. Her red hair is blown by wind, by the force of her running, and the ground she traverses is that of a dream. She is the Paprika Fandomstuck, searching through the dreamscape for the home of a certain someone who's name she heard through the grapevine.]
[Her mouth falls open into a smile, her hands in loose fists as she runs, watching the dream she's entered go by, shift, become another's. Dream travel is fairly easy for her with her DC Mini, a headband tucked beneath her hair and visible behind her ears. It's something she made herself, an improvement upon the original from her home film. With it, she has a much easier time finding the people she's looking for. And here, in a land covered in an ethereal aesthetic, Paprika screeches to a stop.]
[Panting, she grins and leans over, hands on her knees.]
...I've made it... This is supposed to be where the Dreamy Fandom lives..?