(closed) and in that sleep of death, what dreams may come

[graftage]

Who: John Steinbeck and everyone who has the misfortune to walk into his dreamland
Where: Leith and Westerley, everywhere pretty much
When: week 6 - 9
Summary: Steinbeck has some dreams. They're not very nice dreams.
Restrictions/Warnings: Body horror verging on gore, violence, murder, Cthulhu, plants, etc. Basically: MESSED UP STUFF.

[This log is a catch-all log for the dreams Steinbeck will be sharing with others! If you want me to write up a unique dream prompt for your character, just PM me or hit me up at vampirize to plot stuff!]

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[graftage]

He's the one who is... [A pause as he shifts his head back to level position. He seems to be trying to find the words to express himself.] He's the one at the heart of the woods. Connected to the whole thing, really. Even now, he's probably hearing us...

[A sigh.]

Anyways, I guess I'll take you to him. Maybe he'll know what to do with you. You should, uh, follow me.

[He's already turning to walk deeper into the forest.]