FV and Friends

[lieutenantsteward]

Drifting off to sleep has never been easier. When your character wakes up, they enter into a beautiful, almost picturesque home. Everything is brightly lit with candles and different colored lights. The entire place smells like sugar cookies. Or maybe pine. Or maybe it's whatever your character finds homey. There are several rooms to this home, each with its own charms. A kitchen and dining room, with any ingredient known to man and a spread of already prepared foods on the table. A living room with a cozy fireplace and very inviting rug. Bedrooms with various types of furniture and all the privacy you could want. A lovely backyard that's cold, but there's a firepit to warm up with. Snow crunches underneath boots (or heels, we ain't picky) and there's the occasional glimpse of wildlife in the woods.

All characters will come with the knowledge that this is a dream. There are no consequences to their actions, save what happens in the dream. They are also not trapped. When they want to leave, they know that they can simply leave through the front door and wake up in their own time, in their own bed.

And sprinkled throughout the house are sprigs of mistletoe. Is it the dream that makes people want to get a little cuddlier underneath it? Or is it just the spirit of the moment?

Either way, it sure is a fun way to get to know each other!

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[goingtobeunwell]

"And to you, my dear," he says, returning the embrace. He secretly hopes a bit of her signature perfume lingers on his clothes by the time she pulls away.

"Ah, but you're looking as lovely as ever. Can I get you something? We're all here, you know."

[una_persson]

"Show me around," she says. "What a wonderfully cosy place. I've been missing you all."

[goingtobeunwell]

He hooks her arm in his, eyes glittering as he brings her on the grand tour. First the dining room, then the kitchen, then whichever bedrooms happen to be open. "We've been missing you. Finding yourself lots of trouble to meddle in, I expect?"

[una_persson]

"When do I not? Twenty-first century's got no shortage of it. I've been in Ukraine recently—what a bloody mess. You don't want to know."

She tries to think of some good news, and then—

"They've found your ships, Francis."

[goingtobeunwell]

He both does and doesn't want to know, but the change of subject is enough to make him outright stumble.

"My - my ships? Terror and Erebus? My god. My god, Una - where? When?"

He takes her hands. "You must tell me more!"

[una_persson]

She tells him as much as she can—the search around King William Island, how Erebus was found in 2014 and Terror two years later. How the indigenous accounts led the researchers there, once they were willing to listen.

"They're still examining the wrecks. Trying to bring up what they can, a little at a time."

[goingtobeunwell]

"For the love of Christ -- they wouldn't be the first not to listen to Netsilik," he grumps, annoyed with that specific point. "None of them ever did, save a couple of would-be rescuers. Still, how odd, found in Terror Bay."

The skeleton crew he'd left must have tried to complete passage. He'll be mulling on that a while.

He reaches down to take Una's hand. "Come sit by the fire with me."

[una_persson]

"Of course," she says, taking his hand between hers.

[goingtobeunwell]

He walks with her outside to the fire pit, where it's perfectly toasty despite the surrounding snow. He chooses a couple of adirondack chairs and hands her a glass of mulled wine as they sit.

"Lovely place, don't you think? Perfect for a calm little reunion."

[una_persson]

She accepts the glass and blows on it gently, warming her hands against the sides of the cup.

"Couldn't have invented a nicer place. Remember that ski resort? Or the Christmas town? This is much more relaxing."