A delicate pink box is left for Dream, his name written neatly on the tag in script. Once opened, the inside contains a deck of cards and four chocolate chip cookies. There is a card inside that when opened, will sprinkle the reader with pink confetti and, in the same handwriting as the tag reads:
Dream, I hope you're well! Please enjoy the cookies and cards. Cookies make any day a little sweeter and everyone can find something fun to do with cards! Take Care, Elle Woods
[A few hours after she's left the box in front of Dream's flat in the Up, Elle will find a beautiful raven tapping on her window, a piece of rolled paper in its beak. There might be a few pink confetti in its feathers, but if she opens the window for it, the raven will fly in to drop the paper on her table before flying out with a caw, perching itself close by, as if to watch the petite blonde opening the message it delivered.
Once the paper is unrolled, it reveals a letter written in dark ink, the penmanship exquisite in itself, and it reads:]
Dearest Elle,
I thank you for the gifts you left on my doorstep. Though unnecessary, know that they are appreciated. The cookies were delicious and if you did not bake, please pass my regards to the ones that did. Vivian most definitely enjoyed them. She is the one that delivered this message and will bring back a reply should you wish it.
I truly hope you are well and I look forward to seeing you again. Perhaps this time in a warmer environment.
DUPLICITY CITATION No. 18631 Violation: Dominant on Dominant Relations Fine: 1 Day Realignment Payments must be received within 30 calendar days, or debts will be handed over to the Remittance Facility.
A bright red box with a silver ribbon is delivered to Dream. Inside are pink snowflake sugar cookies and a fun selfie. The back of the picture reads:
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, dear Dream. I hope you are able to enjoy the holidays here in the city. I'm so glad that we've met and I really enjoy all our time spent together. You've really come to mean a lot to me and even though I'm living in the Down now, I still plan on dropping by to make sure you're getting out when you need to! π See you soon! Much love, Elle π
The following pictures are also included along with a well-made deep black scarf: I, slightly nsfw, II, III
[On Christmas Eve, a package is delivered to Dream's door. It's a box, wrapped...somewhat clumsily, but it contains a box of alcohol-filled chocolates and a rather propaganda-filled book about the history of Duplicity. There's no note, but there's a tag on the wrapping paper.]
[ christmas eve, johanna has set up a miniature live christmas tree complete with lights and tiny ornaments, in dream's living room. underneath it is a single carefully-wrapped gift. when he opens it, he'll see that it's a delicately-fashioned snowglobe, with a miniaturized, cozy little cottage in the midst of a snowfall.
inside the box is a handwritten note, that reads: ]
A simple box is left for Dream. It's decorated with a black and red-striped ribbon. Inside are two tins of homemade loose leaf teas. There is a note card that reads: "Happy Christmas, my slumbering friend. Thank you for taking such good care of Caitlin when needed. Kind regards, Jefferson"
[Clearly this place has corrupted him somehow, for there's a mild spike of disappointment that Elle is wearing something else with the bracelet he's offered her for Christmas. Even if she does look rather tempting in a pink negligee.]
I am happy to learn that you liked my gift to you, Elle. It does look exquisite on you, as I expected it to.
[Congratulations Quentin, you're Dream's first ever dick pic! But he's more puzzled by the username than the pretty cock, even if he doesn't recognize either of them.]
[As a result of the glitch, Dream ends up getting sent a few nudes of Mark Temple. The first is of Temple laying on a bed, smirking at the camera. In the second, Temple is reclining against a pillow-covered headboard of a bed, his head tilted slightly upwards, a content expression on his face. The third is more close-up, showing just his head, neck, shoulders, and chest, and his bedsheets. In it, Temple, again, is smirking.]
[In all three photos, itβs easy to see Templeβs Submissive mark.]
[Modesty is a human concept that Endless don't adhere to: Dream has never been uncomfortable with his naked body, not even after spending over a century without a layer on him. But when he gets pictures of himself, naked on a bed he doesn't know and depicted as a submissive, Dream definitely is confused.]
You know, I seem to remember you promising to make me scream myself hoarse. Not to mention sore enough to feel it for days. When might I expect to collect on that?
text; un: xxx9inchesDreamxxx (sorry for the late reply!)
[See, the problem with this kind of text Dream receives, is that this is absolutely something he might have promised to someone. There are no reasons for him to think this is not addressed to him.]
It entirely depends when is your next day off. I do not think your employer would appreciate you not being able to walk rightly.
[ She knows she has to look terrible with red, puffy eyes, a streaky face, and exhaustion still lingering. Still, she couldn't leave him with a text or voice message. If anyone would understand the emotional attachment she feels for the King of Dreams and Lord of Nightmares, it would be Morpheus himself. She's wearing his gifted bracelet, idly playing with the gem as she gathers her thoughts. ]
I'm not really sure how to start this. What's worse is that I don't even know if I'll have this anymore when we leave.
[ Probably not. She nearly takes it off but refrains. Instead, she folds her hands into her lap, gripping the gem tightly in her palm after wiping at her face. ]
This is so much harder than just talking to the speaker or typing a bunch of words. Humans and our emotions right?
[ She looks down, her face scrunching up as she tries to swallow back down a sob and tears. It's not going very well. ]
It's not fair but it's what needs to be done, I guess. We break a lot of rules, after all, so I guess we are kind of to blame. But as I told you before, I have no regrets. I would never take back anything that I've said to you or anything that we've done. If anything, you've introduced me to so many new things that just made life better. You helped me know that it's okay to be selfish without feeling guilty. To make sure I remind myself that I'm important and worth so much.
I don't know if I'll ever get to visit The Dreaming back home or if my beautiful dreams will be because of your doing, but for however long I can here, I will hold on to every second that we shared until I have to walk through that door.
[ She wipes at her face again, dabbing at her eyes with the back of her hand before she can finally look back up at the camera. Her smile is unsteady but genuine. ]
I can say this because, in a few days, it won't matter, but I love you and I'm going to miss you and I need to end this before I start completely ugly crying.
[ Elle does her best to compose herself as much as possible before blowing a kiss to the screen and ending the video. ]
[He's been shaken by the announcement, just like everyone else. For a brief moment, he had felt relieved to know that he was going home. To be able to hope that his realm hasn't decayed too much like the last time he had been forced to leave it. But the relief was of a very short period: all around him, in his flat, are reminders of those he's come to care for in the city. Those he's come to love, despite himself. He's relieved to leave, but he realizes now that it comes at a great price: he has to say goodbye to those he cares for. He's never had to say goodbye before, people tend to leave him before he can do so. It's a new feeling, and it hurts, and that sorrow deepens when he listens to Elle's message.
Calling her back seems too bleak in the grand scheme of things, so he uses his sand to teleport to her room. Once the twirling sandstorm drops, he scans the room and finds her, raising his hand invitingly so that she comes to him: he clearly wants to hold her one last time.]
I can not promise that I will make it easy to leave me, but I would deeply wish to be able to see you one last time before we are all sent home. In your waking moments, if you can spare the time.
[As much as he likes their time spent in their common dreams, Morpheus wants to be able to kiss her goodbye in the Waking world of the city.]
[Well, this is certainly not the kind of text he would have expected from Daphne, but having met her only once, it's hard to say he truly knows her. Besides, even if Dream is not the most comfortable with this modern kind of flirtation, he does have a fond memory of their one time together, even if it was aphro'd, and he's willing to entertain her if this is what she asks of him.]
I wish I truly could feel it, but perhaps, for now, you can simply show me? And tell me how the thought of me arouses you this much?
How are you holding up, Morpheus? How are you doing, really?
[ With Calliope in her comatose state and the new rules, finding a good time to see him has been difficult. She doesn't want to get him in trouble. Doesn't want to get anyone in trouble. ]
I am as well as one can be in these circumstances, I suppose. I worry about Calliope's health, but I have been told that these kinds of sleep are safe and she should wake rested and well. I abhor the fact that I cannot reach her in her dreams as I should be able to.
delivery
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Once the paper is unrolled, it reveals a letter written in dark ink, the penmanship exquisite in itself, and it reads:]
ATT: DREAM
Violation: Dominant on Dominant Relations
Fine: 1 Day Realignment
Payments must be received within 30 calendar days, or debts will be handed over to the Remittance Facility.
delivery!
delivery
[ under the tree, christmas eve. ]
inside the box is a handwritten note, that reads: ]
delivery; backdated to 12/25
text; @makeitpink
text; oneiromancer
I am happy to learn that you liked my gift to you, Elle. It does look exquisite on you, as I expected it to.
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text; un: sluttybabyboy; misfire plot
This is what I woke up with after dreaming about your hands on my neck
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text; un: xxxWetDream69xxx
Who is this?
[...why is his username not as usual either?]
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un: XxSUBMISSIVE69xX
[In all three photos, itβs easy to see Templeβs Submissive mark.]
text; un: xxx9inchesDreamxxx
How did you get those pictures?
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un: prettycocksucker (misfire)
text; un: emoXXXgoth69
Whether this was meant for me or not, I must admit, you look breathtaking, Juliette.
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un: wand_in_hand_xxx (Misfire plot)
text; un: xxxWetDream69xxx
This does seem enjoyable enough, though I could do without the dancing.
[But kissing by a bondfire? That's a vibe he can deal with.]
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text; un:roughNready (misfire)
When might I expect to collect on that?
text; un: xxx9inchesDreamxxx (sorry for the late reply!)
It entirely depends when is your next day off. I do not think your employer would appreciate you not being able to walk rightly.
np!!
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video; @makeitpink
I'm not really sure how to start this. What's worse is that I don't even know if I'll have this anymore when we leave.
[ Probably not. She nearly takes it off but refrains. Instead, she folds her hands into her lap, gripping the gem tightly in her palm after wiping at her face. ]
This is so much harder than just talking to the speaker or typing a bunch of words. Humans and our emotions right?
[ She looks down, her face scrunching up as she tries to swallow back down a sob and tears. It's not going very well. ]
It's not fair but it's what needs to be done, I guess. We break a lot of rules, after all, so I guess we are kind of to blame. But as I told you before, I have no regrets. I would never take back anything that I've said to you or anything that we've done. If anything, you've introduced me to so many new things that just made life better. You helped me know that it's okay to be selfish without feeling guilty. To make sure I remind myself that I'm important and worth so much.
I don't know if I'll ever get to visit The Dreaming back home or if my beautiful dreams will be because of your doing, but for however long I can here, I will hold on to every second that we shared until I have to walk through that door.
[ She wipes at her face again, dabbing at her eyes with the back of her hand before she can finally look back up at the camera. Her smile is unsteady but genuine. ]
I can say this because, in a few days, it won't matter, but I love you and I'm going to miss you and I need to end this before I start completely ugly crying.
[ Elle does her best to compose herself as much as possible before blowing a kiss to the screen and ending the video. ]
action
Calling her back seems too bleak in the grand scheme of things, so he uses his sand to teleport to her room. Once the twirling sandstorm drops, he scans the room and finds her, raising his hand invitingly so that she comes to him: he clearly wants to hold her one last time.]
Elle...
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text; un: miss.sharma (after the announcement)
text; oneiromancer
[As much as he likes their time spent in their common dreams, Morpheus wants to be able to kiss her goodbye in the Waking world of the city.]
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mail delivery
Party Log
{misfired} text β‘ un: daphne.basset
text; oneiromancer
I wish I truly could feel it, but perhaps, for now, you can simply show me? And tell me how the thought of me arouses you this much?
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un: cinderella (misfire)
text; oneiromancer
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un: formerkingquentin; backdated to 7/15
party on
[It could not be more obvious that Quentin made this thing with some kind of online template. At least it's not animated.]
private; un:Storm
Dear Morpheus,
I heard you were interested in acquiring ownership of The Scratch?
I'd like to discuss things with you, please. In person may be better.
[ she also just wants to see him. it's been a while, and... well, it's a matter for later. ]
Perhaps before your shift begins? Or any time that suits you.
Thank you.
Ororo
text; un: makeitpink
text; oneiromancer
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[ With Calliope in her comatose state and the new rules, finding a good time to see him has been difficult. She doesn't want to get him in trouble. Doesn't want to get anyone in trouble. ]
text; oneiromancer
How are you feeling, my love?
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text; oneiromancer
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