#sleepmurderer

Mars: Is your blood boiling?  Are there people or things that absolutely get you riled up?  Do, go into detail!  OR, for the next 24 hours, you’re looking to pick a fight with everyone you see.

Hm? Well oh course there’s things like that.

"There’s a lot of things but people that take advantage of my friends, for one get me really mad. Especially that one time at that party."

Just thinking about that party made him annoyed. He wasn’t going into detail about that, though. now was not the time.

Earth: Do you believe in life other than that in the human world? Ghosts, aliens, demons… How paranoid can you get? OR, for the next two hours, you’ll have a chilling sensation of being watched…

Aliens. He knew they existed, they were out there. Dorii was always a firm believer. Ugh, Star Trek and Star Wars sucked though. What a way to fuck with someone’s beliefs.

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Luca. … oh, what should I do? What should I do… to help you find happiness?

All her life, the young raven haired boy was always there by her side, always there to make her smile. All that she ever wanted was to make the other smile in return; give him the love he deserves, when all he’s done was care for others.

"Hey, Luca!"

She was eighteen years of age now, yet she couldn’t help but think back to childhood days. Moments with Luca were always vivid, brightly shining amongst all others.

There was one sliver of moment, the day of the harvest festival, that she kept close to her heart. It was shortly after her mother had died, the younger Setsu having briefly ran away from the painful memories at home. Everything reminded her of mum, and everything seemed to make her all the more mournful.

It was Luca that had taken her by the hand and brought her to the festival. It was him that had urged her to take her mind off of such things. 

As long as we’re happy, hand in hand. Let’s twirl around in circles.

The words rang in her mind, as clear as ever. There was nothing that she wanted anymore. Nothing, but to be forever at his side, forever with that smile she had seen that day. Not once did Setsu have the chance to repay him for his kindness.

So, how about we start now.

Wormhole: Are you the type to cut corners or take short-cuts?Give some examples. OR, for the next 2 hours, you are certainyou see actual wormholes all over the city; do, try and jump through these “holes” you “see”.

⊰ { ღ }  ▬  Although Setsu seems particularly lazy, she, of course, is more determined on goals than looks seems to show. If by shortcuts you mean taking the easy way in life, the easier choice of two decisions, then that is something quite unlike her. She’ll brave through the difficulties no matter what it takes. Enough of this easy bullshit.

Taking short-cuts, in the literal sense, is also she doesn’t find herself doing often. Life itself is an adventure, so why spend your days rushing through paths when you can enjoy the scenery. If anything, Setsu would take the long way round rather than cutting corners.

Saturn: People are complex and full of layers; what are some of your layers? OR for the next 6 hours, you’ve become rather… one-dimensional and uninteresting.

Ah, the scalene triangle:  There is something fascinating about geometrically pleasing shapes.  What about when our muses stumble upon something they both enjoy?

As it stood, Machiko was sitting in her favorite diner with a few textbooks, a half-empty cup of lukewarm tea, an empty plate from dinner, and earbuds in her ears. She was perfectly relaxed, entirely engrossed in what she was studying, and perhaps a little too in the zone. Coming softly from behind her closed lips was the hum of soulful music, barely recognizable over the noise of the diner. Her foot was swaying from where her knees were crossed and she was occasionally dipping her head side-to-side in time with the music she was listening to.

Jazz. Billie Holiday, to be exact.

She was turning the page of her literature textbook when someone's hand appeared out of her peripheral vision. Jumping slightly, Machiko turned her head quickly and looked up in shock at the person who had wandered over to her table. They motioned to their ears and it took a split second for Machiko to realize that she hadn't paused the track on her phone.

"Y-yes...?" she greeted once she'd removed her earbuds.

"I'm sorry, but you were listening to Billie, weren't you?"

A small glimmer entering her eyes, Machiko nodded and smiled sheepishly. "M-mhm! I'm in chorus at Toshi Academy, so I'm listening to the next solo piece I'll be singing... I'm sorry if I bothered you!"

The guy smiled a smooth, simple smile and he shook his head.

"No need to apologize. Do you mind if I sit down?"

Eggnog: Nothing like the classic beverage, often served with a shot of a real spirit.   For the next hour, your muse is acting strange.. perhaps there was some kind of adult beverage mixed with that eggnog..

At least this will help explain why he suddenly got the urge to build things out of candy. Even if it really has nothing to do with it, he can lie.

❇Rudolph: Request a holiday drawing!

❄Santa Baby: You’re going to be dressing up in holiday clothes for the next 24 hours! Elf, Santa, Reindeer costumes are all fair game.

❋ It’s…okay right? Just this one time…