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Bar is reasonably crowded right now!
In the middle of the room, someone's set an electronic music player on a table and the chairs have been shoved aside to make room for dancing.
Most of the counter space is taken up by some sad people who seem to know each other and are having some kind of discussion.
And, nearish to the door, there's some people sitting around a table with mugs of beer (or in one case a shallow bowl) and chatting. There's a few open chairs.
"Dreamscape, you say? I have some friends with experience with those, if we're from the same area you should tell me about the circumstances and I'll let them know. Dreams should be liberating. Good on you for holding out."
Clarinda nods in response to the salute, then turns to the lyrakien.
"I'm from Suaal, and we do have an Atropos who I don't think uses scissors, but the last time I was definitely in reality it was in Aiquzall and I'm told it's pretty hard for celestials and such to go there? Far as I know the person whose idea this was is safe and sound in Temda. Raziela Asatira, probably in the Iashil area, in the employ of Lord Edward Jass, who definitely spends a solid amount of time there."
"Could someone get there to help you if they left through your door?"
"I wouldn't want to risk it if I were you, especially if I didn't have Plane Shift. I can open the door if you want a peek, but it seems unpromising to me. Plus I hear if you follow home someone who's dreaming you might get stuck even if they're not in a horrible void."
"Might be passing up a chance to fuck with Raziela Asatira, though."
"She's got a little shard of herself in there somewhere but the real her is not only outside the dreamscape but also on another continent. And we're not even near the coast of Aiquzall, meaning that you'd have to navigate a bunch of it to get there, which is an experience I would not recommend. Or, hmm, maybe you like seeing dinosaurs a lot more than you dislike magically depressing rain, I don't know."
"I might need to know more about the rain before I could say for sure."
"Apathy rain. It's grey, it makes you tired and makes everything dreary and pointless, kills you after around six hours of exposure, and unless you can work around the effects in your head promptly you'll probably end up lying there for six hours or until something else gets you."
Imrijka and the lyrakien will get Sendings. «I was having fun playing, do we want to remind them that there's a game on?»
Lyrakien can't reply in the same medium, but ey can whisper. "I'd like to let them talk? People who dream here can wake up at unpredictable times, she might be in a hurry."
"Well, that's not a whole new category of problem but if it kills in six hours and I'd have to walk across a whole continent to escape it I might need some better solutions than what I've got." Shrug. Stretch.
"It's not that it covers the continent, it's more that it's a representative sample of the nonsense? There's the apathy rain, there's the storms of molten glass, there's the elemental absolute zones where what looks like earth might have the solidity of fire, there's the wandering colossi that destroy everything in their path, et cetera."
"...I will wait to visit until after I’ve gotten enough done with my life."
"Reasonable of you. If I'm still visiting here when you've done that Bar can probably pass along a message for me."
"Yeah, alright, we're done. Never have I ever seriously thought about marrying someone."
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