[Anniversary] Morpheus strikes at noon

"Ew gross," Lochlann said. "What IS all that stuff? It looks...sticky."

He clung to the door as best as possible with his hooves, which is to say, not very well.

Micah didn't know how to feel with Dulce pulled him into a passionate kiss, but he could taste the sweetness of the apple, and knew that this was true heaven. Finally, the thing he'd always wanted was coming true.

Looking down, he saw a tiny child between them. He lifted her into his arms and let Dulce see their miracle. "Look, she has your eyes."

He felt something goopy touch his hair as Wrath placed his own child on Micah's head.

==> Allan

Allan couldn't remember what was happening earlier but now that he was aware, he realized he was dreaming. It was his rare dreams where literally nothing happens and he had free reign over everything. The only time he didn't have premonitive dreams and he could just keep lucid dreaming for as long as his alarm doesn't go off when morning comes.

Allan could finally get some well-deserved sleep.

At least that's what he hoped for because he soon came to realize what insanity the dream had. To his left was some sort of ad for a website of sorts, a huge carnivalesque thing going on from a distance, what he could assume to be someone carrying a door, and them people fight over... apples? And that was only among many other things.

He thought it might have been best to wake up from having yet another bad dream because for some reason, he just couldn't wake up. Well. Time to put up a tent from out of empty space and hide from the insanity around him.

Seth Oreades

Suddenly, the spatula scooped him up, and Seth was flung out of the pot, through space and time, over the world of chocolate and caramel, and with a crash, into a small tent. He breathed heavily, attempting to calm himself down from the shock he had just endured. He looked around himself at the tent's interior, and nodded to its occupant. "Huh...cozy..."

He immediately found himself in the corner, his legs pulled up to his chest, the first of many small shrooms beginning to grow around him. It had been a trying day.

==> Allan > Seneca & Seth

Allan was peacefully meditating when all of a sudden, the peace was broken by someone crashing into the tent. There was another person but he looked bit scared. Allan wasn't surprised, there were some crazy shit going on outside.

Before he could try and voice out a hospitable welcome, a voice rung in the tent. Turning to face his other guest, he gave him a shy smile in response, "I don't mind company," he said sweetly. "Grounded huh? I suppose it's because of I have dream-based abilities that I feel a need to keep myself grounded for most of the time," he said. He noticed the cup up milk tea in Seneca's hands and thought he actually would like some himself. Too shy to ask, he just conjured one out of nowhere. It was still a dream; at least there were things he could make use of.

"Oh, it looks like somebody failed to make s'mores."
"It's pretty good actually.

"What the hell is a smore?" Loch asked, eyeing the sticky stuff warily. he was worried she was going to rock the door and he'd fall into it. He could breath underwater but not in caramel.

"It doesn't look good, it looks like....I don't know. Spiderwebs."

Seth Oreades

Seth felt himself begin to rock back and forth, subconsciously, in a futile attempt to settle himself. He heard the other two people in the tent talking to each other, but he made no attempt to leave his corner, his mushrooms accumulating around him in a little ring.

"Don't mind me," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "I'm just going to sit here for a while, if thats alright by you." He continued to rock with a steady rhythm, his head falling to his knees.