[Shion Utsui]

壱の夢。 "A pale dragon being killed and eaten by a ton of people. . . ?" Said the dyed-blonde man absentmindedly as he sat on one side of the messy bed, his date for tonight being on the other side as he slowly put away various belongings into a backpack.  Shion had met this similarly aged man as he was kicked out of the club they were both in for his terrible skill with a guitar, apparently a one-man band as he referred to himself. To be honest to his shallow self, Shion only made advances towards him because the wannabe guitarist didn't look half bad. But that was pretty much the extent of relationships to him. Anything beyond surface-level attraction could lead to attachment, romance, vulnerability, and inevitably great pain. And that was something Shion swore off of when he connected the dots of his future for himself. "But well- that's dreams for ya'. Weird shit that never makes a lick of sense." He'd beg to differ, but just because this dude was nice to him didn't mean there was any less air in his head compared to the airhead of his own. One that was still occasionally able to think. Shion walked past the half-dressed man, a peculiar absence of his best friend trailing behind the atmosphere between him and his temporary partner that was left cold after that heat which lasted for the best of an hour. "I'm going now. Thanks for tonight." He said, turning around with a mostly neutral expression that looked back towards a man who was looking confused at Shion's sudden departure. "H-Hey at leave me your num-" But before he could hear the end of that sentence, Shion had already put the apartment door between himself and the guitarist. Further distance was then put between the two as he took the stairs down, walking through a small parking lot that was illuminated by only a single fluorescent streetlight. Shion felt bad for doing this time and time again, but at this point his brain would lose a main source of dopamine if he just stopped. At the cost of other people's feelings, and at times his own- he was trying to enjoy life to the fullest. His life that just so happened to be limited. But just as that thought was passing his mind, Shion heard faint music reach his ears. Was it an orchestra? No, that couldn't be right. Who would be crazy enough to do something like that at 1 in the morning? Out of an ancient-looking building squeezed between two newer ones, warm light seeped through the windows and half-open back door that Shion happened to be wandering across. If I leave, I might never see this again- Should I go in? This question lingered in his mind, begging to be answered quickly due to how precious time was in this moment. For one, he could simply ignore it, go home, and get as many hours of sleep as possible- letting the memory of this sight bug him for years to come because he neglected to see what was going on. Without even considering the alternative, that thought in itself was enough to have Shion immediately go trudging towards the door. With a creak, the old door that was possibly more than a century old was opened widely enough so that he could fit in. Taking his shoes off, the youth let his passively dominant curiosity lead him by the nose towards the source of the sound. Pim Finnegan

MADE BY NIGHTBLOOM

[Pim Finnegan]

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WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY! [break]
YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠

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Everything had to be perfect after what happened in Shinjuku!

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No room for failure, not even a smidge!

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This had to go off without a hitch! There was no other way to make that happen without hours of practice, repetition and making sure everything was perfect. Over and over, going over the melodic chords from instruments and living alike. Although there seemed to be so much life breathing within the walls of this old building, the peculiar man was all alone in here. After all, those few actors he had already showed themselves out...but he didn't realize the last one out didn't properly close up behind them.

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Far too many things were bubbling about within that curious skull of his to the point where he didn't even realize how his own body changed to look a little more monstrous than usual.

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Though everything seemed to simply...change as the wandering Alice who left his shoes politely at the door found himself drifting along within the Wonderland Theater's walls.

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For the curious stranger, those old walls with group photos he'd pass on by would start seeming as though they were twisting and contorting...bending and changing. Even if that boy were to stop in his tracks, as far as his eye could see...the scenery would continue to look different, almost like he was on a train. The thick humidity within the air laced with tea, riddled with a bouquet of floral scents would further lull the boy in as it would bring out the inner sanctum of his mind with an artistic flare.

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Symbolism painted this curious scene all around, shining through the train conductor outfit the curious boy would find himself wearing, despite being a pilot within a jet. One such jet that would ring bells of familiarity in some sense or another. Now...if there was the decision made to explore this strangely familiar jet? Well...those passengers seemed normal from the shoulders down since their heads looked like flowers. They didn't seem bothered by anything...

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Everything was normal to them, this was fine...

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Everything was f̶͈͍̠̤͈̮̯̫̒́̍̆̏̀̒͘͘͝ͅi̶̯͎̫͔̫̠̖̠͚̙͍̋̓̑̓̿̏̎͆ͅn̶̛̫͖̻͉̥̞̓̋̏̊͒̽̽́̊̿̓̚͜ẽ̶͈̘̤͚̩͕̟̬̫̥̿́͋͘̚

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Although tea was pooled at the floors below, it wouldn't feel like it if the curious visitor was completely enraptured by the inner sanctum of their mind playing out like a vivid, lucid dream. In fact, it would keep him in place from bumping into the walls of the actual building, much like a treadmill that changed directions to keep one in place, yet whatever the curious stranger interacted with would seem as real as their senses allowed.

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As for the one who unknowingly lulled that young man into a realistic, hallucinatory trip exploring his psyche?

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For now...he was lost in his own world.

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[Shion Utsui]

銀河の鉄道。 As windows began melting into the walls around him, Shion continued to walk even though it stopped moving him forwards entirely. Despite the changes being entirely gradual, the change in scenery wasn't known to him until the surrounding had become unrecognizable. In his altered state of consciousness, he had not only entered a different world- but had become a different person entirely. ". . . !" What. . . a weird dream. In my dream, I was a student on planet Terra-01 4,000 years ago. Long before we achieved radiation scrubbing technology and interspace travel.  But that's not who I really am. That's right, I'm Shion Utsui. I work as a conductor for SpaceRail No. 3037. This has been my work for light-years, and it's going to stay that way. I look towards my passengers on both sides, this time of the yuga all the Floricians are migrating across different home galaxies. All of them were ticketed in the beginning before the train set off, so checking wouldn't be necessary until later. "Please ring the bell if any help is needed." I said to the passengers as I walked past them, feeling as if I was in one of those ancient things the ancestor race possessed known as "terrariums". It was a unique feeling of being both outdoors and indoors at the same time. Making sure my gloves were on properly, I adjusted my cap and opened the door in front of me to inspect the next cart ahead. Pim Finnegan

MADE BY NIGHTBLOOM

[Pim Finnegan]

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WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY! [break]
YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠

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Some of the passengers simply offered a polite nod in response, some were so preoccupied in the materials they brought to entertain themselves upon the train during their traveling adventure. Oh how beautiful the sight was of all the Floricians sitting around and about! Why...their physiology were based on different flowers and the interior and a modern twist with vibrant accents despite the dimness within the car. Yet, that only seemed to make the bright Floricians stand out all the more...

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The species in the first cart graced by the the conductor of SpaceRail No. 3037 were related to none other than tulips, roses, azaleas, peonies and small field mustards towards the front. For some reason, one's soft voice seemed to stand out a little more than the rest, "Do you remember playing in the mountains, Macaroon...?" The answer drowned itself out as Shion's steps carried him forward beyond another group, this time the Floricians had a different cluster influencing their curious, floral biology...

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...golden-rayed lillies, Japanese irises, lotus blossoms and a couple that were based on the boquet-esque hydrangeas, yet...it seemed as though those inspired by the lotus blossom took up most of this section. They seemed a little more attentive of the conductor's presence as he walked by. Though their eyes weren't easily visible, that feeling of being watched for a moment would certainly linger for a moment. Though towards the end of this particular cart, it was now full of plum blossoms, autumn roses and a cluster of cosmos...

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Yet there was a lotus who felt a little out of place sitting besides a spider lily near the exit to the next cart, leaning against one another in silence as though they were in a sweet state of slumber.

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Some of the Floricians within the next cart were a little different...they were more like trees with an air of grace and beauty to their obscure forms. Much like a festival in full bloom, the conductor would find himself surrounded by beautiful petals akin to a pink, pastel rainbow, raining gently upon him. A soft breeze that felt comforting towards the beginning where a lonely lotus blossom sat surrounded by sakura blossoms, vibrant nanohanas and daffodils that nearly blended together. One of the daffodils seemed to be comforting the lotus, "It's gonna be okay! I think it's gonna be a fresh start--" "--Like being reborn?" Their tone was morose, yet traces of hope managed to trickle through, "Mmm-mmm! I think so!" The chipper daffodil waved happily towards the conductor as he walked by, the feeling of a smile clear through the upward curve of the petals gracing their face.

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Once Shion walked by the bright natured daffodils with nothing but innocence dancing in their souls, the sakura Floricians would be accompanied by mostly those who looked much like green tea leaves among fewer daffodils. Though there seemed to be a bit of water coming from the next cart...which didn't bother a spider lily who sat there besides the exit door oh so quietly reading a book titled The Art of Living: Peace and Freedom in the Here and Now, an old book that had seen much better days. Something about it almost felt...ironic, really...

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...though it was nothing more than a distraction in its own right.

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For this particular red spider lily harbored their own inner demons.

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"...oh dear...where am I?" Thinking those words to himself as the world around him washed away...nothing seemed to be what it appeared from before. What he could see before his eyes were a book, one of which seemed to be full of wisdom typed out carefully with each word. As though whoever wrote it wanted the reader to find a sense of peace and broaden their mind, though the gaze slowly lifted from the book and took in the surroundings around. Having caught a glimpse of the peculiar fingers holding the book, itself, that's when the gentleman knew..."Curious...this isn't my body..." A soft sigh escaped the red spider lily and that's when a different inner voice of thoughts spoke up weakly, "...hello, my name is Hibiki. The therapist said sometimes it helps to talk about my problems...but I don't always feel like people will really listen to me." "Is that so, Ali--Hibiki?"

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Looking down at their book, Hibiki was pretending to read it at this point. "Mama, I wonder if that book is good even though it doesn't have pictures...that little boy seems to be REALLY sucked into it!" The child's mother shrugged and Hibiki took in a deep breath before exhaling...it...it felt like he--no... "...it's always like this. People mistake me for a boy so much and...mom and dad tell me I shouldn't let it bother me, but I'm a girl...even if most people don't think so." "...dear Hibiki, have you tried telling them that it makes you unhappy?" "I've tried...but the only person who seems to care is my therapist..." "Make that two, because I care too...is there anything I can do to help?" Hibiki shook her head as she quietly turned the page.

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There were tears rolling down the Florician's cheeks...

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"I wish I had more than just imaginary friends like you to talk to..." "I'm actually quite real, Hibiki, but I can't seem to find my body at the moment...it's an unusual situation" "..that's a new one..." "Yes, well...I guess I don't quite grasp my own quirk...but you must have at least one friend? After all, you seem like a bright, young lady." "...my brother...he was the closest thing I had to a friend, but..." "..but what, Hibiki?" "...but he's in the next cart. He was so weird and different before he left...sometimes I feel like he's dying and there's nothing I can do to stop it and...--"

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"--...life is so confusing, why can't it stay the same forever? Why did my brother have to leave me..." "...Hibiki...?" A few of the Floricians stared at Hibiki as she slowly looked up and that's when she realized, "You said that out loud...but don't fret it's okay..." "Is that part of the story?" "O-Oh...uh...I...get lost at times..w-w-with books...s-s-s-sorry..." Stammering out those words, she gripped the book a lot more tight, "Sometimes I just want to disappear." "Hush now...I make a fool of myself all the time, it's hardly worth vanishing over. Things will be alright..."

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...well...Pim wasn't quite sure what was going on, himself...but he was now locked in the mind of this young lady by the name of Hibiki, a red spider lily Florician who was genuinely going through it. Did his quirk somehow create this curious place...did he pass out from exhaustion and have a dream in a different world..? There were quite a few things about his quirk that even the doctors didn't quite grasp...but...this place didn't feel like something of his own creation? More like...someone else had an influence of things around him. Whether this was a dream or something pertaining to his quirk, he wasn't quite sure....but he would keep Hibiki company in her thoughts. At least while he could...

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Yet...

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The conductor of this curious thing seemed out of place and it wasn't because they weren't a Florician, either...

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Like an Alice he knew once upon a time...

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[Shion Utsui]

終ノ空 [Now Playing: Updowncity!] "It's okay to be sad- but ya' can't just stay mopey about your problems forever! The present exists because we also have the past and the future!" I turned my head, only to see a hand similar to mine touching the head of the mother Florician.  "Besides, if you wanna be reborn ya' gotta work for it! The wheel doesn't move if you stay in one place!" What were these words? What was this voice full of positivity that was both mine and not mine? And why were they saying these simple platitudes as if they'd fix everything? "So don't think too hard about what you can't do- Try and cheer up about what you can change, and what you could become! Believe it or not, everything's always growing! It never stops!" I peered from underneath the bill of my conductor's hat, only to see a strangely dressed girl who was just like myself in appearance- trying to encourage the struggling mother. Where did she come from? How did she even get in? This tram was in deep space! "Wha-" I stuttered, bumping against the closed door behind me as I witnessed this development full of conflicting emotions and characters. The strange girl seemed to notice me, skipping over to my direction with a smile that seemed to keep her feet from touching the ground. She was stepping on thin air, as if she were a fairy. This embodiment of a puffy, frilly enigma "landed" in front of me, smiling down at my look of confusion with an innocent face and large eyes. "Was wondering when you'd come, thought the ol' train conductor was sick because he's a few minutes off!" "Huh?!" "Speaking of, I'm a lil' confused as to how this is possible- you haven't thought of me as an idea yet!" "What?" "Oooor, maybe you just did! I could have been born when you walked through that door!" "Uh-" "But no time to waste, we gotta get to the next cart! Vroom vroom!" Taking my hand, the girl physically yanked me with incredible force, running down the path before her and practically bursting through the next set of doors. I was too bewildered to protest, much less resist. But at the same time, something told me that I knew her already. Pim Finnegan

MADE BY NIGHTBLOOM

[Pim Finnegan]

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WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY! [break]
YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠

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Unable to figure out what was going on despite being draped in a sense of familiarity somehow, he watched the scene unfold through the eyes of Hibiki... "...do you...really think so?" Pain cracked through her voice as she rest her gaze upon the strange individual hellbent on encouraging her. Feeling the turmoil of doubt and hope swirling about like freshly poured cream into a cup of coffee, trying to blend and truly become one. Something tugged at the woman's heart from the kindness of this absolute stranger...

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...and in a way, it resonated with Pim's heart, too.

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Ah...but the conductor seemed thrown for quite the loop, startled by the presence of this upbeat woman. The question bubbling about within the depths of his mind was why since it almost looked like she worked there, too. Hibiki was starting to find a sense of peace...but Pim watched behind those eyes of her's, curiously taking in the sight of that woman speaking with the conductor. The questions of whether or not this was some form of reality or not, it still tugged away at him like the pull of gravity itself...

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...if...it was his quirk...

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...how was it able to do all of...well...this...?

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"Hibiki, we need to follow them..." The sense of urgency was a rare one, but something about the conductor reminded him of an Alice he met once upon a time. "Sir...we...we need to remain seated--" "--some rules are meant to be broken, Hibiki." It was as though he took the steering wheel from Hibiki as she began to remove her belt and quickly get up, setting her book down. "Wh-what...what are we doing!? Why can't I--" It's like she fell into a peaceful slumber from far too much chamomile tea as her consciousnesses drifted off and Pim assumed control of this vessel.

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There were few things that drove him in life...finding Alices he encountered in his dreams once upon a time were one of them. Quickly, the Florician followed after them quickly through the next set of doors, water flooding through as though they were being guided through the frame. The doors behind them closing rapidly before revealing what was like a lagoon...but the pattern all over the walls made it feel more like being trapped within a well. This particular cart was rather difficult to see in, dim as could be with the occasional fire fly dancing about.

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A path of oddly, mossy lily pads among wooden boats that were almost shaped like water buckets with the metal plate wrapping around it. All of the Floricians in here were different types of lilies and lotuses all around...all of them silent as though someone informed them of a death that required respectful silence.

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Walking with Hibiki's body was odd...and she was much shorter than himself...

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"Alice, wait!" Calling out to the conductor, it was his voice passing Hibiki's lips...something about this section felt foreboding...but maybe it was all in his head...there were quite a few things that numerous therapists had concerns about, but that was neither here nor there.

[attr="class","LOUDBOTTOM"] Shion Utsui

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[Shion Utsui]

終ノ空 Unreachable Unreachable  Unreachable That must be what he's thinking. I always liked it so much when I was being chased as a child. Even as an adult, I always imagine it as a game of tag when I need to get away from a sticky situation! My body moves how it wants to, even if it's not a real one in the end. But I'm able to think this, does that make me real? I look back at the face of the conductor who I helplessly pull through the cart, wondering if there's a reason we look the same. We had our differences, but if all the decorations were pulled back- We'd both be the same Christmas tree! I don't even feel the lily pads touching my feet as I skip across thin air over a calm pond. A place on space or earth that I've never been to, and probably never will see. Now. . . I have an idea! One that can keep this exciting chase with this creep going and going! All I do is jump, allowing my body and bewildered passenger to land on the ceiling which has no water. "Wha- that's not how gravity works!' "Duh! None of this is supposed to work!" I say back to him, holding his hand with two of my own as blurs of green, pink, blue, and soft yellow pass us by. My head tilts to the side to look past the conductor, giving a smug look the pursuer who was clearly getting desperate to catch us! Pim Finnegan

MADE BY NIGHTBLOOM

[Pim Finnegan]

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WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY! [break]
YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠

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If he had his own body, this chase wouldn't be as difficult...would it?

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Perhaps the bells of suspicion wouldn't be dancing about in his mind if he was able to exist in this...space train, comfortably existing as himself. However, this was so very much like the times he'd have what felt like those never ending, vivid dreams back then...the ones that felt as though they were taking place somewhere in the vast universe. Therapists, psychologists...they all had a common comment in their pocket about that. They were free to believe what they wished, but he quietly disagreed behind the smiles, nods and words of agreement he provided to them back then...

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Everything felt so real here, as if the line between falsehoods and truths blended together beautifully as the stars among the sky and moonlit night. Both Alices were right in their own court, gravity didn't work in such a fashion...nor was any of this supposed to work...was it? When he gently motioned his hand at his side, fingers lightly twirling at the air as though running them through someone's hair...

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...but nothing happened.

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If this was all due to his quirk...

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...then it presently wasn't within the realm of his control.

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Not even a ripple...

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Thus...whether or not this was some other universe they slipped into or if it was truly his quirk felt so muddled within the depths of his mind. There wasn't time to dwell on such trivial matters, he needed to get to the Conductor Alice, something about that felt important...he couldn't even sort out why! Crouching down, upon the ceiling, he felt the textures through Hibiki's vine-like hands. It was cold like that of a corpse or stone...resting his gaze upon the Alice with a smug look upon their features, he tilted his head and curiously spoke, "Why my oh my, you know something, don't you, Alice?"

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Hibiki didn't feel like her body was very quick, agile, nor anywhere in the realm of being considered fast...but was that the truth? Pushing off of the ground, he did what he could to rush after the odd Alice pair...the colors passing them by danced at the edge of his peripheral vision. Though rather than mere colors, something struck a chord with him as though it was a spectrum of emotions on display rather than a small rainbow of hues, peacefulness in a strange abundance of something fresh, sweetness laced with femininity and compassion, stable reliability with a splash of sorrow, then finally the optimistic happiness draped in friendliness...yet something about it all seemed to quietly harbor caution.

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Why those colors felt as though they were painting such feelings were beyond him, but that didn't stop so much as a beat in his movement. Whether or not he would catch up in this body was something in of itself, but he would do what he could to follow after them...there had to be answers and it felt like they were with the odd pair...

[attr="class","LOUDBOTTOM"] Shion Utsui

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[Shion Utsui]

終ノ空 "Alice. . . Is you." Pim, and nobody but Pim would hear this warped voice inside their consciousness. But before they would have time to question it, Hibiki's legs would be swept underfoot by a broom- the cheshire cat's surroundings becoming even more of a blur now that they were at even speed with the double-Alice ahead of them.  Should Pim in Hibiki's body have looked down, they would realize that whatever was now carrying them only resembled a broom in shape. It was in fact an alien, only that it wasn't at all in-theme with those that surrounded them all. Bushy stalk-like legs, round eyes, and a sensation like the touch of a starfish as they held on. How did a quirk enter this dream-like space? Did this mean that they were all truly in a different reality? "Mhm! I know that you don't belong here!" The Alice in the ponytail and frills replied, speeding through thin air backwards as if it was second nature to her. The other Alice seemed to still be mesmerized by the sights around them, not paying much attention to Pim inside of Hibiki, who was riding Toto like a vehicle. Whatever was in her hand- something that looked like one of those magical girl toys they sold at the mall, was pointed towards Pim as if it were a Glock. Knowing the black cat was the intruder, it was obvious the natives of this land would be confrontational. "I shouldn't be here either- but here we are! I don't know who the sussy frick you are, but I'm gonna figure out what's going on here! Don't cause trouble!" Just then, a great rumble would seemingly shake the entire space. Not just the train, but the stars and planets outside it, and everything that seemed to be contained in this pocket universe. Whatever was providing lighting to the entire train flickered, threatening to turn itself off entirely. "That's not good- let's get to her brother ASAP!" The twins would speed off in the direction that was hopefully their destination- with the alien carrying Hibiki speeding off even faster after them. Would they all make it to the brother before this entire world collapsed in on itself? Pim Finnegan

MADE BY NIGHTBLOOM

[Pim Finnegan]

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WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY! [break]
YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠

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Ah...

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...if the voice within his mind harbored so much as a grain of truth, it seems that today he truly was the one that slipped and fell down the abyss of a rabbit hole. Funny how the roles switch and change...is it not? Certainly an instance draped in curiosity as he acknowledge that it was his turn to be an Alice....

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...but where did the voice come from?

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It couldn't be either of these Alices before him...

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Though he could have sworn that their body shifted and that they were sitting...?

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Shifting their gaze downward, ever so slightly canting their head upon seeing the peculiar broom supporting their very soles...ah...perhaps it was coming from this fellow? Gently brushing their palms along the surface...it grazed the core memory of going to the beach and playing with some starfish. Most would probably be horrified by the sight, but it brought a smile to Hibiki's face. Though that smile only grew in such an eerie fashion as the frilly Alice pointed the magical girl tool as though they were a robber holding the pair at gun point. "Why, dear Alice~! There's no need to be so hostile~" Offering a half shrug with a chuckle, those words carried on smoothly past their lips, "After all...who's to say you're solving this all alone, hm~?"

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Chuckling softly beneath their breath, they would gently pet the Cheshire Cat of a broom that became his ride through the shuddering galaxy around them, "Cheshire Cat, do you mind helping me~?" Feeling that it was picking up speed, their grasp would tighten as they couldn't help but allow a bemused cackle to escape them! "ONWARD~! TO INFINITY AND BEYOOOOOOOOOOND~!" Lowering their body, they'd keep an eye out for obstacles to help steer the Cheshire Cat of a broom out of the way so that they would be working as a proper team.

[attr="class","LOUDBOTTOM"] Shion Utsui

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[Shion Utsui]

終ノ空 [Now Playing: Owari no Senritsu] Endless darkness. It could be compared to a sea if the Cheshire Cat wasn't quite literally underwater. After he and the Alices flew into the light, riding onwards into the figurative sunset- Something had caused them to disappear completely. Pim could breathe, but only barely. The pressure in this world, which couldn't even be assumed to be deep space due to the lack of stars- was like that of an impossible weight pushing in every direction possible. If this was someone else's dream, why was he alone? Where was the dream itself? Or was this endless darkness the dream? The water filling this entire world was still, like that of a pond. No flow, current, or tide to be felt. Nothing resembling marine life, or life in general could be seen either. Beneath Pim's feet was sand- soft, yet firm.  A desert that was wet instead of dry. However, like a mirage in the delirious mind there was a dot in the distance. It was small, like a single pixel on a computer screen. A speck of warm ivory. Whether Pim would progress through the unknown to reach that speck or stay in place. . . his agency was his own. Pim Finnegan

MADE BY NIGHTBLOOM