[IC]Changeling: The Dreaming.

[Hoid]

Man possesses unparalleled psychic potential, enough to become gods, but most human beings cannot tap even the least portion of it. Instead, the dreams of men coalesce into material form, which gives rise to the Dreaming—-a parallel existence ruled by The Kindly Ones.

Through wars and tribulations and their own choice, the fae kept retreating from the advance of men, til...the Shattering.. The disbelief of men (‘Banality’) rose to such a height in the 1440s CE that the Faerie Realms physically disconnected from the waking world, and the sidhe, elflords and elfladies of Arcadia—-fled to the heartland of fae power, abandoning the commoners in their flight.

Now, of course, the sidhe have returned, bringing with them the Accordance War, the rise of the Shadow Court and the formation of Concordia.

Our attention comes to the Duchy of the Lone Star, Texas in mortal parlance, in the Kingdom of the Burning Sun. To be specific, the Barony of Horns, called Dallas by mortals. The count of Dallas, an ennobled satyr grump commoner named Sylvester Horns-on-the-Sun ap Fiona, is being wed to the Autumn sidhe wilder Knight Dame Amaranthine ni Gwydion. Though only to last a year and a day, and under no obligation to sire children, the wedding marked the end of the Second Accordance War among Dallas Kithain.

You have all been invited to the open-air celebration, under the condition the Right of Ignorance be strictly observed when mortals are near. The sun is bright and shining, the sky is blue and cloudless, and a cool breeze is omnipresent. Located in Dallas’ city park [OOC: to be specified in a few minutes, thank you, Wikipedia!], the ceremony is a lavish affair, deliberately styled as a Renaissance Faire to make the Mists more secure.

Nearly three dozen changelings have arrived, NOT including the two of you. Mostly Kithain and mostly commoners, the party would be ministered by an Autumn sidhe Kinain Anglican priest of familial relation to the bride. The event’s sole attending Nunnehi was something of a local legend, a surem grump known only as Black Star. Cursed to appear more and more shadowy and smokey as the years go by, even the Mists now find it a bit troublesome to keep Black Star’s fae seeming hidden.

[nowhereman2]

Socket

"You can do this. It's just a party. A party with royalty somehow..." Socket was nervous. His uncle Spark told him that he had duties as a changeling. One of those duties was paying respect to the local lords. 'America doesn't have lords and ladies. It is basically what we fought a war over.' Apparently that doesn't matter. Socket's uncle didn't just want him to go to these parties. He wanted him to be involved with House Dougal. He had just finished his Saining, and now he was supposed to work his way through royalty? He almost wished he was back in Vegas selling cars... almost.

Right now he was looking for his compatriot. One of the better occurrences for him has been meeting new friends. Friends who could understand his life. In particular Obsidian Butterfly aka Maria. She wasn't just taller than Socket. She stood almost a foot above him. His first words to her were "Holy Bedswerver Cumberworld!" She terrified him at first, but now all he wanted was her protection.

[Spectrum]

It was only a matter of time before cranial liquefaction would set in.

There could be several sources:
It could be the insane speeds at which the car with hurtling down the roadway.
It could be the ever growing likelihood that one of the other 'stupid drivers' on the road would end up eating her bumper.
It could be the bass of the music that was causing the thin metal sheets of her ancient Caddy to shudder in agony
It could be the choice of music: Te Quiero Puta quickly shifting to Gangnam Style to just as quickly slide into a dubstep remix of Don't Cry for Me Argentina

and poor Socket was going along for the wide.

A wicked grin, full of filed teeth and wild grins, "How's it going Socket-man! Where.. hey! *BEEEP BEEEP* watch where you're going! Can you believe who's allowed a drivers license these days?"

The tats flowed over her golden obsidian body. A lethal looking serpent coiling on her throat looking eager to strike. The frightened looking woman clinging to her arm. The Aztecan warrior with the spear raised as they conquered the road before them.

"What's our next turn? Out with it already!"

[nowhereman2]

It was only a matter of time before cranial liquefaction would set in.

There could be several sources:
It could be the insane speeds at which the car with hurtling down the roadway.
It could be the ever growing likelihood that one of the other 'stupid drivers' on the road would end up eating her bumper.
It could be the bass of the music that was causing the thin metal sheets of her ancient Caddy to shudder in agony
It could be the choice of music: Te Quiero Puta quickly shifting to Gangnam Style to just as quickly slide into a dubstep remix of Don't Cry for Me Argentina

and poor Socket was going along for the wide.

A wicked grin, full of filed teeth and wild grins, "How's it going Socket-man! Where.. hey! *BEEEP BEEEP* watch where you're going! Can you believe who's allowed a drivers license these days?"

The tats flowed over her golden obsidian body. A lethal looking serpent coiling on her throat looking eager to strike. The frightened looking woman clinging to her arm. The Aztecan warrior with the spear raised as they conquered the road before them.

A couple minutes ago he had found Obsidian. He had been relieved. Now he was just hoping he survived the next couple minutes. "Coc y Gath who taught you to drive! I have had my licence for six weeks and I can drive better than you." He left out the part where he had been driving since he was 12. Working in used car sales does that for you.

"What's our next turn? Out with it already!"

"Left! I mean Right! I set the GPS to navigate there. Just do what it says!" This nocker was going to die today.

[Spectrum]

The Aztecan warrior lifted her hands from the wheel, crossing her arms over chest. "If you're such a better driver, you do it! Oh yeah, because your short little legs can't reach the pedal, can they?" and keeps her hands off of the wheel.

Are they picking up more speed?

[Hoid]

OOC:
Why, yes. Yes, they are. And a police car. That, too.

[nowhereman2]

OOC:
Why, yes. Yes, they are. And a police car. That, too.

Socket

Socket saw the lights flashing behind him. "Great... You drive like a leathcheann and now we have a cop on our tail. I hope you have the money to pay because I sure won't.

[Hoid]

OOC:
Well, a player just dropped out. Ah, man!

[nowhereman2]

[OOC: We still on?]

[Hoid]

OOC:
Yes! We are!

As you drive by, hanging on by the seat of your pants, a roar of a police siren, echoing strangely, breaks the morning traffic shuffle. Lights flashing, a cop cruiser erupts into action, approaching with ever-increasing speeds. Once behind you, it’s clear he 2ants you to pull over.

Submit...or tilt at windmills? Choices, choices...

[nowhereman2]

Socket continues to hope that we will stop for the police officer in the near future.