[Anniversary] Morpheus strikes at noon

The Van Gogh starry night was a good replication of the real world version except it moved. Which made Kaya blink and turn her attention else were. It seemed most of the group disappeared into the club atmosphere but Kaya stayed behind, it seemed that the only other person who might know was going on here would be "Granny" who once the others left turned the campfire area into the throne room of a castle.

"I would be saying you have superiority problems if it wasn't for the fact that my fathers is bigger..." Kaya using the dream changed her outfit to a "wizard's" robe "I do have to say though that you have much better taste in thrones. But I'm not here to compare I wanted to ask, Do you know why everyone is collectively dreaming? I don't even remember going to bed and I'm pretty sure that I should be in class actually." Looking around Kaya noticed how empty the room was and mentally conjured up courtiers and nobles of non description just to make the room feel filled and didn't have her horns itching.

as she stood waiting for the answer or something akin to it she caught the glimpse of a pale stripped tent through the trees. All Kaya could think of it all was stupid dreams

Amalia was so close to drowning, that she desperately had to see everything from outside of the glass box. She had just noticed a tall stature with birdlike qualities standing right in fron of the box with a Chesire Cat grin. Great, now I have a dark Ponyo in my dreams! Whose next, Beetleguise? Howl? Well, the possibilities were pretty much endless in this dream.

But no, the stature looked like it had also belonged in the dream. It was a girl, Samantha? No, identical twin sister didn't go to Starlight, she was much too "normal". The girl had the same raven colored hair as Amalia's, except it looked more natural and not badly dyed. The girl, no, woman had horns on her head and was in the same attire as Amalia and the circus audience. The teenage Brit has never seen the woman before, she was unique with the bird feet but was human from the ankle up.

What the woman did astonished Amalia, she had cracked the glass box twice causing it to crack and let water overflow the whole circus tent. The audience weren't satisfied with all the water and ended up drowning, with grim smiles and sunken eyes. The eerie man had also drowned and was carried away with the flood. The striped circus tent deflated and the flood made its way past the trees in the forest, heading towards different directions...

Before Amalia could regret causing a flood, she landed on a giant mushroom. The girl was still handcuffed, she started panting and sputuring all of the water from out of her system. But that didn't stop her rescuer from being... A tad bit creepy? Amalia winced when she felt the woman touch her face... Amalia looked up again and saw that the woman was a girl now, she was still unique but in a rather endearing sense. She now looked Amalia's age, so maybe the tall stature was jist a cover up? "U-um, thanks for saving me..." The fourteen year old managed to say through gasps of breath. Amalia sat up and looked down, noticing that she was still in handcuffs. "Urm, I know we just met and all, but would you mind taking these cuffs from my hands?" She asked in her British accent, gesturing to the chains.

Now, Amalia wasn't one to interview others and get in their personal buisnesses, that was her twin sister's job. But she couldn't help but be curious, "Have we ever met before?" It was confusing that a stranger was in her dream, Was she someone that was in band? Maybe a potential friend? Maybe a future best friend or lover? The face was pretty unfamiliar, But she just had to find out..

Mikhainon

Mikhainon very carefully pushed the human with the tendrils' face away as he watched the show his daughter put from the club section of the forest, sitting upon a bar stool slash hellish throne. He grinned, a devilish grin matching the one she had earlier. Unlike her, no part of him eventually melted to be endearing. He was a man made of hell fire and sharp edges.

He put the wine glass down on a convenient side table and clapped his hands slowly. "Well done, my darling. Dreams are but streams of energy any simpleton could control." To prove his point, he extended a hand to the side and let a stream of water turned blood, which turned to wine and then, eventually, it was just a stream of light. "Which is related to your next lesson. But..."

He eyed the little girl she saved. A bit too young for his liking, but he didn't judge his daughter's tastes. "I suppose I'll leave you with your prize for now."

He turned his chair and watched the exotic dancer, taking a sip of his wine.

“Of course,” Chloe smiled. She grabbed Amalia gently by the wrists, and she started using the first power she’d ever known. It would make Amalia feel giddy, as though they were already lovers, as though they had shared a passionate kiss. But Chloe was only touching her wrists. The handcuffs faded away, and Chloe’s hands slid past where they used to be, so that she was holding Amalia’s hands.

“I don’t remember if we’ve met. It would have to have been a long time ago. I’m Chloe.” Her thumbs rubbed Amalia’s palms in slow, soothing circles.

And then Chloe’s dad was there. She sighed, let go of Amalia’s hands, then turned to look at him, irritated, waiting for him to leave. She found herself wondering: could demons get senile? With the way Mikhainon was talking, it was like he had forgotten the last couple hundred years.

She was glad when he left. “I’m… sorry about that,” Chloe chuckled. “That was my dad. Now..." she reached for Amalia's hand. "Where were we?"

Meanwhile, Chloe was on the floating island with Morgan. It was a different Chloe. A younger one; actually, mentally younger. Fifteen years old, and far less confident. The two Chloes could feel each other’s presence. The older one, the one with Amalia, didn’t even react. But the younger one, the one on the island, was feeling very nervous. She could sense Mikhainon, and she could sense her older self, but to her they felt large and threatening.

The younger Chloe sat up abruptly, as though awakening from a terrible dream. She was in a patch of tall grass, which had been concealing her until now. She saw Morgan, but she did not recognize her.

“…What is this place?” Her voice was shaking. “Who are you?”

"And I don't know if your real either, so we are just going to have to trust each other. And if you don't know why we are here then I guess I'll either look around see who else is here." or have some fun...i wonder if Henry is here... Kaya gave a curt wave of farewell as she opened a portal to where she thought would be someplace new. Which when she emerge from the portal into the familiar site of the sauna at her favorite spa.

Smiling to herself she dismissed her robe and other clothing before summoning a towel and sitting down crossing her legs. She flicked her tail about lazily. Thinking to herself about her well toned body she smiled as she endowed herself more. She also aged herself to about 21 demon years. She felt leathery silken wings grow from her shoulder blades an wrapped them around herself instead of her towel. She also felt her hair elongated going down her back.

it seemed like minutes turned to hours just laying in the moist warmth of the sauna but it wasn't long before she heard footsteps coming towards her which made her open one eye to look at the door.

Amalia's disturbed attitude towards Chloe turned into more of a subconscious one, as if she was head over heels in love with the other teenager. The handcuffs had finally disappeared when Chloe had touched her, the virtuoso sighed of relief and managed to giggle.? What was going on? She felt as if she had known the raven haired for awhile, though they had just met.

A man had appeared and congratulated Chloe, turning the flood into blood, wine, Then light, then disappeared telling her to enjoy her "prize". The dream was getting weirder and weirder. The horned teenager apologized for her father's sudden appearance then asked where they were. Amalia just blanked, what can she do to make this dream more tame? It felt like she had no prior control over them, what to do...

Amalia smiled and managed to grab Chloe by the wrist, "You know, Chloe, It's getting pretty chilly," She remarked, shivering in her wet dress and cringing at the wet feeling of her soggy long socks. "Let's go to a spa, I'm Amalia by the way." Amalia snapped her fingers and managed to teleport to a sauna.

Just a random spa, it was deserted ... Well, someone was already there. In reality, Amalia wasn't one to go up to strangers and strike up a conversation, but this was a dream thankfully she could do whatever she wanted and it would have no impact. Freedom, no impact, Amalia turned to Chloe then the closed door. She quickly unzipped her purple dress, kicked off her boots, and slid out of her long socks. The teenager was now in her undergarments, a white blouse and black shorts with no socks or shoes on her feet.

Amalia beckoned Chloe to follow her, excitement shone in her blue eyes as she placed her hand on the door, sliding it open, "Hey, mind if we- Whoah," Amalia's jaw almost dropped when she saw a beautiful woman with long dark hair and beautiful wings. Did Amalia have a thing for women with strange body parts? "Mind if we join you?" Without an answer, she walked over to the other side of a bench and sat down, hoping Chloe would join her. This was starting to become exciting.

Chloe liked the way this girl thought; she liked her enthusiasm, too. She was looking forward to the things they might do at a spa. Most of these things involved massages, or wearing less clothing. Such things would make this little game of hers much easier.

Amalia snapped her fingers, and they immediately appeared in a sauna. The demoness grinned. Her own clothes evaporated into hot steam, leaving her immaculate body completely uncovered, glistening with moisture. She seemed a little bit older now – or maybe her breasts were just larger. She watched, amused, as Amalia started to strip down – what a rapid change of heart! – when she noticed that they weren’t alone in the sauna.

Chloe glared at the third wheel, intensely suspicious. Her features quickly softened into a smile. “Fancy meeting you here, Kaya.” Demonic politics was a dangerous game, but Kaya had been reasonably consistent with her over the centuries. She probably wasn’t an immediate threat.

Chloe sat next to Amalia, still naked, still glistening. She had a towel now, but she wasn’t making any effort to cover herself with it, or to hide herself whatsoever. Her legs remained un-crossed, and Chloe was leaning back. Amalia could see everything. “You aren’t supposed to wear anything in a sauna,” she said with a mischievous smirk.

When she saw the two teenagers enter the sauna she let out a little sigh, she was hoping that maybe Henry would have been here. But it just made her sit up and her wings ruffled revealing that she wasn't wearing anything either. "I don't mind more people, and pleasure to see you again Chloe. How you been, you've been quite on the demon side for a while." Smiling a devilish smile before uncurling her wings about herself at the mention of being nude in the sauna to prove the point.

"Darling you should let up, only us girls here." With a gentle gesture Kaya moved the dial for the temperature to be raised. "Oh I do believe we haven't met. I'm Kaya Foxuma, daughter of a Demon Lord. Good to meet you." Kaya then pulled her hair backed and fluffed it desplaying the stars in her hair.

==> Strings

Strings tried to phase out to a more interesting moment in the timeline but when her consciousness would focus back into place, only a few moments passed for her. Everything was still a mess. Beyond the rift she was actually in, she could catch sight of some colorful carnival-like things going on elsewhere and more things that made no sense or looked real. She wasn't sure what was going on. Normally, she could just phase through time like nothing. (She might not be aware it was a dream. She was pretty sure she doesn't even dream at all).

Strings thought she should ask the earlier man she had approached. He had answers, that's what Strings was sure about. He wasn't where she last saw him. But oh, he was a few feet farther. She walked to him (more specifically, phased in and out more than once to his direction). She appeared right in front of him (like literally just a few inches away from his face), blocking his view of the dancer he seemed to interested in.

"You seem to know what's going on. I always know everything and I really don't like it when I don't know things. I'd like explanations: what is this?" she said without moving her face away. Her hood was up cover her face but at that distance, Mikhainon could probably see what was (not) under the hood.