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[A strange dream that everyone who signed up for this has.]
You're still in your bed and it's still dark out and just when you think you ought to roll over a voice says, "Good evening." There is a man floating at the foot of the bed. He looks to be in his early fifties, but that's where the normalcy ends. Floating, cross-legged, so the red cape he wears drapes passed his intangible seat and pools on the end of the bed, he looks unsure for a moment before he adds, "Or morning." There is grey in his hair, and he has a moustache, and some kind of emblem worn around his neck that seems to be staring at you intently. "I apologize for the intrusion, but I felt it prudent to inform you that on the first Sunday in July you will be going on a trip. No need to worry, you don't have to pack anything or clear your schedule, it won't take any time at all." A moment ago, he didn't have that teacup, but now he sips from it with polite daintiness and when he sets it back into the saucer it doesn't make a sound. The pregnant pause continues as he considers his next words, then, mostly for his own benefit, he finishes, "Yes, that's all."
[Feel free to chat with him if you like.]
You're still in your bed and it's still dark out and just when you think you ought to roll over a voice says, "Good evening." There is a man floating at the foot of the bed. He looks to be in his early fifties, but that's where the normalcy ends. Floating, cross-legged, so the red cape he wears drapes passed his intangible seat and pools on the end of the bed, he looks unsure for a moment before he adds, "Or morning." There is grey in his hair, and he has a moustache, and some kind of emblem worn around his neck that seems to be staring at you intently. "I apologize for the intrusion, but I felt it prudent to inform you that on the first Sunday in July you will be going on a trip. No need to worry, you don't have to pack anything or clear your schedule, it won't take any time at all." A moment ago, he didn't have that teacup, but now he sips from it with polite daintiness and when he sets it back into the saucer it doesn't make a sound. The pregnant pause continues as he considers his next words, then, mostly for his own benefit, he finishes, "Yes, that's all."
[Feel free to chat with him if you like.]
