dropoffs | W6 💤 BALLROOM (ANTI)BLITZ

[ hello. welcome to ballroom. we really appreciate you coming!! the doors are locked and the whole gang's here. "including baiken?" yeah! senior crew as well.

the current set-up of this ballroom seems to have been split off into three separate spaces.

the first space is the party space! it…weirdly looks like what you'd almost expect from a high school prom? it's fancy decor, beautiful decorations, and all of the food and drinks (alcoholic and non-alcoholic) you could ever want. somehow there's a purikura booth set up as well for some cute photo ops, and there are plenty of tables, chairs, and floor space for anyone who wants to dance or play party games with your friends. we have an hour, go nuts.

the second space is a little less intensive, decorated with beanbag chairs and couches. a large projection screen is on the wall to stream movies, and there are a few library books for your perusal, along with some board games. this is the zone for those looking for something a little more chill.

finally, there is a cute little glamping set-up (not entirely photo accurate) with mattresses, blankets, and pillows. you may have to share a bed with a friend, but it's better than the floor, right? stake your claim and get cozy. we're in for a long night. ]

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[ at 12:00, as always, your I.R.I.S.es notify you that it's the top of the hour. you have half an hour to get settled, before unconsciousness comes for you, no matter how hard you fight it, or try to keep your eyes from growing heavy.

but as it hits zero dark thirty... a strange moment of clarity hits. alertness. it doesn't prevent you all from falling asleep, unfortunately, but you still have the chance to see the room that you've settled in together is filled with pink haze, faint cracks running through the walls, the floor, even the ceiling through the sheer draping set up for your sleepover.

a sweetness lingers in the air, and that's almost your last thought before unconsciousness takes you.

and yet, the last thing you see is something blue and shimmery falling like snow from the ceiling, mixing with the pink haze in a way that neutralizes the color, causing it to fade away like fog clearing.

sleep tight.

have you dreamt, on thursday nights? have you had sweet thoughts in slumber, or horrible night terrors? or has it been dreamless, dark, nothing - pulling you under in the anxiety and unease that has followed you for weeks weeks weeks weeks?

you dream, tonight.

you dream of pleasant things, but it all feels strange. off kilter. unsettlingly good. it's right, but wrong all the same - questionable.

sleep tight. ]

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