[Well, Luke can physically push Dahyuk, but all that happens is that Dahyuk stumbles back and falls right onto his butt. He looks like he's in pain now.
Fortunately for real-life Dahut, this does not apply to him. He continues to vibe in Hell, connected to Luke and his dream, and his butt does not hurt.]
[Okay then he does that and is immediately hit with the onset of the attack as karmic retribution for pushing a grass jellybean so meanly, even if he's currently frenchly possessing their local korean]
[RIP sweet Dahyuk, this poor whitewashed Korean in fake China...
Dahut from where he's vibin in Hell is also absolutely not pleased to be dealing with experiencing what Luke's experiencing as he has this attack NO!! GET OUT OF HIS HOUSE.]
Monsieur Luke— [He's fkcin dying... Well, Dahut will finally release the net, at least, reaching out again with poor possessed Eunhyuk to rest his hands on Luke's shoulders.]
[The net finally disappears, as Dahyuk once again places his hands on Luke's shoulders—though at this point, he's more Dahut than Eunhyuk, perhaps. Though both itch at the back of Luke's mind, that these are people he knows.
And again, he asks Luke to wake up, more frenchly than before.]
Unfortunately I rolled an 18... TCH... so I GUESS we won't summon Ichiban and his baguette. (Yet.) Instead--maybe it's the pain, or maybe it's the desperation in Dahyuk's voice, but something is enough to break through, to start splintering the dream.]
--Margaret...? Anise--?
[His mind turns to them even now, ever protective--but there's something different about their names, now. He knows them--but not like this. The person--people--in front of him--he knows them, but not like this.]
[Dahyuk tells Luke that they're not here, and they aren't, having gone upstairs per Luke's request and yet to hear that they can come down now.
But the names ring familiar. He wanted to save them, and he wanted to make sure they returned home. He wasn't able to, though. He's starting to remember—the Eudora, dying in front of the group during lockdown.
There are so many people he wishes he could've helped, aren't there?]
[Can't believe Luke has a meltdown remembering what he did to Charles specifically
I JOKE BUT LIKE ACTUALLY THOUGH. Their names ring in his head, and slowly, others start to trickle in. He remembers Yuri, and Rosamund, and Throné--maybe not everything, but certainly the devastating impact his deterioration had on them. He remembers Isabel and Margaret, staying relatively calm despite it all. And he remembers desperately grabbing for medicine he didn't have, a useless warning ringing in his ears as pain overtook him.
He made so many promises. He always makes so many promises.
He doesn't want to wake up. But how could he possibly hide away in peace, knowing how he'd failed them?
They're not here, Dahyuk says--but they are. And shouldn't he go, before he fails them too?]
He doesn't feel like he needs to say anything else, though, tethered to Luke as he is now, feeling what he feels and knowing that he's on the verge of his return. Dahyuk just keeps his hands on his shoulders, as if that can help in any significant way.
Meanwhile, the Dahut that's in Hell sitting with Luke's shadowy figure reaches out for his hand, waiting for Luke to choose to step away from the softness of even a soured dream and back into the bitter truth of reality.]
[If Luke thinks he should go, then (now that he's been freed from the net) he can step past Dahyuk, past the dropped takeout bags, and head outside his apartment door. Back to the real world.
The real world being Hell, where as you can see I screencapped a better vibe reference image. The exact surroundings will be a place familiar to Luke, whether from back home or in the Eudora. But they shouldn't linger in this area for too long, as they're needed elsewhere.]
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Fortunately for real-life Dahut, this does not apply to him. He continues to vibe in Hell, connected to Luke and his dream, and his butt does not hurt.]
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Dahut from where he's vibin in Hell is also absolutely not pleased to be dealing with experiencing what Luke's experiencing as he has this attack NO!! GET OUT OF HIS HOUSE.]
Monsieur Luke— [He's fkcin dying... Well, Dahut will finally release the net, at least, reaching out again with poor possessed Eunhyuk to rest his hands on Luke's shoulders.]
--Please wake up!
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And again, he asks Luke to wake up, more frenchly than before.]
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Unfortunately I rolled an 18... TCH... so I GUESS we won't summon Ichiban and his baguette. (Yet.) Instead--maybe it's the pain, or maybe it's the desperation in Dahyuk's voice, but something is enough to break through, to start splintering the dream.]
--Margaret...? Anise--?
[His mind turns to them even now, ever protective--but there's something different about their names, now. He knows them--but not like this. The person--people--in front of him--he knows them, but not like this.]
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He keeps his hands on Luke's shoulders, letting the surge of protectiveness for Margaret and Anise roll through him.]
They're not here.
[Not here in Luke's dream and not here in Hell, where they've both wound up.]
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But the names ring familiar. He wanted to save them, and he wanted to make sure they returned home. He wasn't able to, though. He's starting to remember—the Eudora, dying in front of the group during lockdown.
There are so many people he wishes he could've helped, aren't there?]
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I JOKE BUT LIKE ACTUALLY THOUGH. Their names ring in his head, and slowly, others start to trickle in. He remembers Yuri, and Rosamund, and Throné--maybe not everything, but certainly the devastating impact his deterioration had on them. He remembers Isabel and Margaret, staying relatively calm despite it all. And he remembers desperately grabbing for medicine he didn't have, a useless warning ringing in his ears as pain overtook him.
He made so many promises. He always makes so many promises.
He doesn't want to wake up. But how could he possibly hide away in peace, knowing how he'd failed them?
They're not here, Dahyuk says--but they are. And shouldn't he go, before he fails them too?]
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He doesn't feel like he needs to say anything else, though, tethered to Luke as he is now, feeling what he feels and knowing that he's on the verge of his return. Dahyuk just keeps his hands on his shoulders, as if that can help in any significant way.
Meanwhile, the Dahut that's in Hell sitting with Luke's shadowy figure reaches out for his hand, waiting for Luke to choose to step away from the softness of even a soured dream and back into the bitter truth of reality.]
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The real world being Hell, where as you can see I screencapped a better vibe reference image. The exact surroundings will be a place familiar to Luke, whether from back home or in the Eudora. But they shouldn't linger in this area for too long, as they're needed elsewhere.]