Saevetei is currently planning her retirement. She feels (rather strongly) that her critical bit for the whole ‘fix the world’ project is done. While she’s absolutely happy to help other people do the work, and maybe pitch in every now and then, it is not going to be her priority, and definitely not her full time job. A couple of decades of peace and quiet and not having the pressure of resurrecting every dead person in the world by herself would do her some good. She’s torn between retiring in the dream world, or putting in the work to find (and fix) a small little island somewhere to bring her friends and family back to life on. Probably that second one, even though it’s more work. She’s the most recognizable person ever in the dream world, and she’d really rather not have people pestering her and treating her like a celebrity. Anonymity sounds great right now. Barring that, she’d like to pick and choose her company, and show up in a couple of decades when this whole project has gained a lot more traction and she’s a bit less, uh, famous. Maybe. That’ll happen, right? Given enough time?

She finishes copying out the map she’d picked out of the library, carries it and the other informational materials she’s gathered so far, and takes it all back to her little cottage in the dream world. All of it’s carefully arranged on her desk for looking at later, and then she takes a deep breath and wills herself back to the waking world.

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When she wakes up, she’s not nestled comfortably on the couch she decided to take a nap on. She’s also not anywhere in the bustling compound she’s been stuck in for the past far too long. Instead, she’s curled up on some sand, the hot sun above already some of the way through burning her poor skin. Her first thought would be that she’s somehow in the wastes somewhere, except the essence in the air feels far to thick for that. There’s nothing trying to nibble at her and erase her body from existence. It’s just. A desert. Like what she’d find in the dream world, if she went walking for a while with a particularly deserty mood in mind. Except for how she’s definitely awake.

She sits up, huffing with annoyance, and looks for any landmarks.

Saevetei is currently planning her retirement. She feels (rather strongly) that her critical bit for the whole ‘fix the world’ project is done. While she’s absolutely happy to help other people do the work, and maybe pitch in every now and then, it is not going to be her priority, and definitely not her full time job. A couple of decades of peace and quiet and not having the pressure of resurrecting every dead person in the world by herself would do her some good. She’s torn between retiring in the dream world, or putting in the work to find (and fix) a small little island somewhere to bring her friends and family back to life on. Probably that second one, even though it’s more work. She’s the most recognizable person ever in the dream world, and she’d really rather not have people pestering her and treating her like a celebrity. Anonymity sounds great right now. Barring that, she’d like to pick and choose her company, and show up in a couple of decades when this whole project has gained a lot more traction and she’s a bit less, uh, famous. Maybe. That’ll happen, right? Given enough time?

She finishes copying out the map she’d picked out of the library, carries it and the other informational materials she’s gathered so far, and takes it all back to her little cottage in the dream world. All of it’s carefully arranged on her desk for looking at later, and then she takes a deep breath and wills herself back to the waking world.

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When she wakes up, she’s not nestled comfortably on the couch she decided to take a nap on. She’s also not anywhere in the bustling compound she’s been stuck in for the past far too long. Instead, she’s curled up on some sand, the hot sun above already some of the way through burning her poor skin. Her first thought would be that she’s somehow in the wastes somewhere, except the essence in the air feels far too thick for that. There’s nothing trying to nibble at her and erase her body from existence. It’s just. A desert. Like what she’d find in the dream world, if she went walking for a while with a particularly deserty mood in mind. Except for how she’s definitely awake.

She sits up, huffing with annoyance, and looks for any landmarks.