June 6th, late afternoon/early evening Who: London & Esme What: just a pre-show nap (Esme's Sleeping prompt) Where: around the village Rating: TBD (likely low-moderate. London might use bad words)
It had been too long since London had gotten a solid night of sleep. Or day, really. His circadian rhythm was so messed up that the time of day had no effect on his ability to fall asleep. He knew he was going to crash soon and hopefully hard enough that his brain would simply go to sleep, too. His last night of restful sleep had been the last night he spent before joining Cirque Nocturne. At that time he had no worries about other people seeing his dreams... except for maybe a one night stand or two but if that had seen anything nobody in his community was talking about it. But now he was among a community he hadn't grown up with and who he had no desire of displaying anything weird around. Even though the place was crawling with weird.
He was trying to keep his mind busy by watching Casino and checking his email in hopes that the movie and the messages would keep him awake until Cirque opened for business. If he could make it to open he'd be able to make it through the night. But as he read the update on his mom he could feel his eyelids starting to feel heavy.
I hope that your new career opportunity is going well. Life is as you left it here. Your mother has expanded her vegetable garden and spends hours talking to the tomatoes. She says the gnomes take care of the vegetables while the fairies help her with the herbs. She still refuses to take her meds.
London fell asleep before he finished reading the message. Shortly after succumbing to the nap he started to dream and the scene around his trailer changed. Roulette and blackjack tables appeared around London's trailer, manned by gnomes that looked to be straight from a Lord of the Rings movie. The gamblers around the tables resembled Disney's depiction of fairies. There was even a cocktail waitress going from gambler to gambler with a tray holding glasses with smoking beverages. The setting wasn't shiny and swanky like an upscale casino but made of twisted vines and branches and the fairies used buttons and thimbles instead of chips. The cards being dealt were animated tarot cards and instead of numbers on the roulette wheel there were runes.
Anyone watching the spectacle could hear the familiar sounds of a casino but it was like hearing it from the bottom of a swimming pool. The dream London was projecting had an odd quality to it. Not quite a shimmer but definitely something not natural or even real. As the minutes ticked by the sound quality got better and some of the conversation among the fairies became clearer.
"She's crazy, you know," one fairy commented to another, hitting on the 7 of Cups.
"He should just put her in a home," the other said, getting blackjack with the Tower and Ace of Pentacles.