[Another week, another set of tasks to take care of and try to excel with.
Dorothy is going to at least attempt to be a little more out and about this week--first on the docket seems to be another trip, but this time to Old Navy. It looks like she's a woman on a mission through the clothing section, not leaving anything disorganized, but looking through clothes with intent. Trying on new outfits, trying to put her hair up in new ways...
Eventually, she does settle on an outfit, looking herself over in and out of the dressing room--it's outside of it that you may find her looking toward you, and this outfit briefly, and she'll pipe up.]
What do you think of this? Do you...think it suits me?
[It's remarkably reserved when she asks it; she hasn't worn anything but her uniform for literally a century, cut her some slack here, she seems a little nervous.
Of course, you'll definitely find her out and about in the city too--she seems to be taking to helping people pretty well if nothing else, letting loose volleys of those watery bullets at the machines around them. But it looks like she's taken on the task of tracking chaos energy down, and the radar has definitely picked up some kind of ping off of this pair of Crabmeats, and if you're down for a fight--]
Don't suppose I could get some assistance from you? These robots seem to not know when to quit!
[Dorothy isn't immune to the visions, though--she largely seems to be trying her best to ignore them, you may find a certain white haired woman following Dorothy along while she's either saving others or doing her rounds around the base. This is purely optional engagement and more of a wildcard prompt, but lemme know what you'd like if you wanna play with this!
But of course, Dorothy isn't immune as I said--but it only becomes more obvious when you're brought into a memory of Dorothy's. And surprisingly, it's actually a good one.
You seem to have been brought into a mostly empty ballroom, but if you're familiar with Dorothy's other dreams, you can see a few people around dancing and making merry at the seeming leftovers of a party. Red Hood herself seems to be enjoying playing some old tunes on a phonograph; Scarlet is off to the side a bit, exasperated but clearly enjoying herself. Snow White and Rapunzel seem to be dancing a bit on the dance floor, and even the two unrecognizable figures seem to dance with one another and make merry easily. This memory feels almost...blissful. As if it's the perfect moment where nothing can go wrong.
Dorothy herself seems to be hanging by the walls, very notably in her new outfit rather than her old one. She seems hesitant to go out onto the floor at all; it seems like the memory slightly resets itself whenever the record that Red Hood plays repeats itself, but even now, Dorothy can't bring herself to stop the memory from playing out over and over again. She's trapped, albeit it's a trap of her own making.
What will you do? You don't have any sort of role here, but you are here.]
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Dorothy is going to at least attempt to be a little more out and about this week--first on the docket seems to be another trip, but this time to Old Navy. It looks like she's a woman on a mission through the clothing section, not leaving anything disorganized, but looking through clothes with intent. Trying on new outfits, trying to put her hair up in new ways...
Eventually, she does settle on an outfit, looking herself over in and out of the dressing room--it's outside of it that you may find her looking toward you, and this outfit briefly, and she'll pipe up.]
What do you think of this? Do you...think it suits me?
[It's remarkably reserved when she asks it; she hasn't worn anything but her uniform for literally a century, cut her some slack here, she seems a little nervous.
Of course, you'll definitely find her out and about in the city too--she seems to be taking to helping people pretty well if nothing else, letting loose volleys of those watery bullets at the machines around them. But it looks like she's taken on the task of tracking chaos energy down, and the radar has definitely picked up some kind of ping off of this pair of Crabmeats, and if you're down for a fight--]
Don't suppose I could get some assistance from you? These robots seem to not know when to quit!
[Dorothy isn't immune to the visions, though--she largely seems to be trying her best to ignore them, you may find a certain white haired woman following Dorothy along while she's either saving others or doing her rounds around the base. This is purely optional engagement and more of a wildcard prompt, but lemme know what you'd like if you wanna play with this!
But of course, Dorothy isn't immune as I said--but it only becomes more obvious when you're brought into a memory of Dorothy's. And surprisingly, it's actually a good one.
You seem to have been brought into a mostly empty ballroom, but if you're familiar with Dorothy's other dreams, you can see a few people around dancing and making merry at the seeming leftovers of a party. Red Hood herself seems to be enjoying playing some old tunes on a phonograph; Scarlet is off to the side a bit, exasperated but clearly enjoying herself. Snow White and Rapunzel seem to be dancing a bit on the dance floor, and even the two unrecognizable figures seem to dance with one another and make merry easily. This memory feels almost...blissful. As if it's the perfect moment where nothing can go wrong.
Dorothy herself seems to be hanging by the walls, very notably in her new outfit rather than her old one. She seems hesitant to go out onto the floor at all; it seems like the memory slightly resets itself whenever the record that Red Hood plays repeats itself, but even now, Dorothy can't bring herself to stop the memory from playing out over and over again. She's trapped, albeit it's a trap of her own making.
What will you do? You don't have any sort of role here, but you are here.]