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mayaka ibara ([personal profile] sharpjustice) wrote in [community profile] bottlecaplogs2026-02-02 09:04 pm

[OPEN] Dreams & Ghosts

Who: Mayaka & you !
What: 2 open prompts (reviewing dreams from last month + attempting to get over her fear of ghosts) and wildcard option
Where: Around Bottlecay Bay + Skull Town
When: Beginning of Feb
Warnings: none atm


a. dream review

Perhaps you're passing through the Archives, or the living hall in Skull Town when you spot a Sneasel sitting at a table furiously scrawling out various drawings on paper. Mayaka's gloves have been set aside neatly beside her for now, because she finds it easier to hold onto the charcoal pencils using her bare claws. She's experienced some weird dreams from last month. Though she doesn't remember the exact details, she's been dutifully drawing out the images that lingered in her mind upon waking up. Now, it's time to try to make sense of them. On the table you'll find the following drawings:

1. What appears to be a spaceship, though Mayaka's drawn it to look more like a truck with four wheels underneath.

2. A primordial-looking fish creature. She has given it a pair of cute, anime-sized eyes to make it look more approachable.

3. A black cat with an extra pair of eyes on its stomach. More cat-like than Mimikyu at this point.

4. The drawing she's currently working on, and struggling to capture. She's trying to remember what the alien beings in the final big nightmare looked like, though the large and erratic shapes on paper may not look recognisable to anyone. Mayaka is finding it difficult because she doesn't have an image in mind to associate with what she saw in the nightmare.

She's too caught up with this to notice if someone were to approach...


b. how to deal with ghosts

If you're wandering around Bottlecap Bay, you'll find Mayaka outside her house in the Lum Berry housing area, rooted on the spot.

Her attention is focused on a small clay sculpture she's placed in the garden of her front porch. It's a little handmade ghost figurine with a hairbow on its head. While it might look strangely cute, the more you look at it, the more you'll notice that it's two eyes seem to be gazing directly at you with an unblinking Stare™.

This is the ghost that's been chasing her in her dreams, but she's too scared to get rid of it! (Also, the fact that it was a gift to her from Catrina doesn't help!)


The Sneasel is shaking a little, and it's not from the cold weather. She's standing a safe distance away from the figurine, muttering to herself: "It's just a doll... it's just a dolll..."

(Dolls are creepy too, though??)


c. wildcard!
for any other threads or ideas that come up!
telewarped: (Sometimes I wonder)

[personal profile] telewarped 2026-02-09 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Shocker."

If Shoka is at all offended by that, she gives no indication of it. Her white-painted eyes (and her real ones, gray and eerily human in the darkness under her shroud) stare benignly back as she gives a snort.

"Originally, yeah. Wasn't born dead." There's a pause before she adds, "You're Japanese, too, right?"

Mayaka's usage of honorifics should have made it obvious if her name didn't... But she's met people from all sorts of worlds. One with Japanese-like practices that still isn't Japan doesn't seem like much of a stretch.
telewarped: (Looking for answers)

[personal profile] telewarped 2026-02-14 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Shoka snorts. "Solved that mystery in record time."

... Implying she does a lot of mystery-solving? It feels right to say that, somehow. Just like in that one dream she had...

"Yeah, you got me. From Shinjuku, to be exact."

If she were to say that back in her own world, it would be equivalent to saying she's from nowhere. Shinjuku is long gone now, reduced to ash. Pointlessly, she wonders if it's still standing in Mayaka's Japan the same way it is in Akechi's.

She changes the subject.

"Anyways—if you're gonna keep hiding over there like a big baby, guess I'll take this opportunity to check out the rest of your work!"

Too small to get a good look at all the drawings from where she's standing, she decides to usurp Mayaka's seat, hopping onto it and lifting herself up on the shadowy, snail-like foot of her body to peer out across the table. Truthfully, the way that Mayaka looks at the disguise-head rather than at her actual eyes when they speak appeals to Shoka's instincts as a Mimikyu, but right now, with her false head craning back, it's a little more obvious where her gaze is actually located.

She must be readying a comment or rude joke of some kind, but once her eyes fall on Mayaka's most recent piece—the most abstract of the bunch, a series of bold yet erratic lines that she can't identify, but at the same time finds so familiar (that seems to be the overall theme for today)—she forgets what she was going to say.
telewarped: (What is it you're fighting for)

[personal profile] telewarped 2026-02-16 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
As if in confirmation, something briefly squirms beneath the black fabric, making the false head twitch.

"Do us both a favor and don't try to figure me out," Shoka hisses, suddenly a bit defensive.

Her attention returns to Mayaka's art; she abruptly changes the subject.

"So you saw them, too, huh?"
telewarped: (The shroud encroaches ever closer)

[personal profile] telewarped 2026-02-18 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Shoka studies the shapes on the page—twisting tendrils, disjointed angles, spirals of violet and red—and feels suddenly sick to her stomach. The last time she saw anything like that, it was in a nightmare, and she'd awoken feeling violently ill. Poisoned, apparently.

You are a Fairy-type Pokémon, a member of the clinic staff had told her. It's only natural that poison would have an especially severe effect on you. But she hadn't been hit by any Poison-type moves, of course. The dream, however—what she could recall of it, at least—was still fresh in her mind.

Thinking back on this makes it finally click for her: the reason Mayaka looks so familiar to her is because she (or at least someone extremely, eerily similar to her) was present in another one of those fever dreams.

"Sort of. But only 'cause I had that dream about 'em." Just like she had a dream about Mayaka, someone she also had never seen before. But she can't just say that! "... I think. I don't remember exactly what those things looked like... But I sure as hell haven't seen anything like that while awake."
telewarped: (Could lead to another)

[personal profile] telewarped 2026-03-02 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe. Knowing that dweeb, he's probably already put a whole conspiracy board together about it." Sensing the reluctance in Mayaka's voice, she adds, sounding thoroughly amused, "Try not to sound too excited about that."

Shoka's eyes drift from the drawing to the others, which are much less abstract in comparison.

"... What about the rest of these?"
telewarped: (The shroud encroaches ever closer)

[personal profile] telewarped 2026-03-22 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Huh."

Just when she's starting to wonder what kind of dreams those images could have come from—the image of herself especially—Mayaka hands her a pencil.

"What, drawing?" She blinks at Mayaka, then shrinks back a little against the back of the chair, suddenly almost shy. "Hah. Yeah, I'm—not exactly an artist. I mean, I can sort of sew and stuff, but..."
telewarped: (That you'd go as far)

[personal profile] telewarped 2026-03-28 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Shoka would argue that there might in fact be some harm in trying, such as humiliation, wasted time, and being pointlessly reminded of her worst nightmares. And yet, after a moment of squinting at Mayaka, she ultimately relents.

"... Ugh, fine. I'll throw you a bone."

Maybe it's because this has given her an idea, or because becoming a Mimikyu has just made her more compelled to try every craft there is. Either way, she takes the pencil in hand, puts its point to the paper...

And makes only a couple of clumsy lines before she gives up on staying in the chair and clambers up onto the table instead so she can actually see and reach the paper more easily. Once there, she seems to finally lock in mentally and settles down to practice, then start actually drawing the images still lingering in the back of her mind.

Mayaka said she wouldn't look, but eventually Shoka will hold up the sheet to show her. On it are a few of her practice scribbles (dark lines that resemble branches, the shapes of birds in flight, slit eyes in a messily sketched blackness) and, more prominently, her first attempt at a serious drawing: a lithe, weasel-like creature with two tails and a ring (or is it a ruff of fur?) around its neck.

Her style is clearly unpracticed, her lines unsteady, but there is some skill present in the work. To anyone who's seen one before, it would be easy to identify the creature as a Buizel.

"Hey. Look familiar?"
telewarped: (Round and round)

[personal profile] telewarped 2026-04-03 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Just like you wouldn't know who I am, right?"

But Mayaka managed to draw her anyway.

Shoka's depiction of the Buizel is more stylistic, almost cutesy, but there are a few identifying details that make it all the more uncanny. It stands on its hind legs like a human and there's something round—like a pouch—held in one of its paws; it has a smile on its snout, but the impression of shadows around its eyes give that smile a vaguely menacing quality.

"Here's a wild guess... You're thinking of someone named Satoshi. Right?"
telewarped: (Faster and faster)

[personal profile] telewarped 2026-04-04 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
Shoka watches Mayaka in silence, as if waiting for her to puzzle it out for herself. When she finally seems to arrive at a conclusion, Shoka tilts her false head expectantly.

"'That' dream?"
telewarped: (The crazy things we've gone through)

[personal profile] telewarped 2026-04-05 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Shoka is about to say something else—to confirm that Mayaka's guess is on the right track, maybe—but that last part stops her short.

"... Fuku-chan?"
telewarped: (Could lead to another)

[personal profile] telewarped 2026-04-06 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
An amused snort escapes her.

"Relax, dweeb. It was a totally normal prophetic dream." That is, mostly normal and yet not normal at all. "I don't remember all that much about it... Just that you nerds were there, dragging me into some lame mystery-solving BS."

This is a lie. The longer she spends thinking about it, the more she remembers; as soon as she managed to draw Satoshi's Buizel form, she also managed to recall the way he changed at the end—the sneer, the shadows, and the faceless Mimikyu that was herself, dragging her down into the dark.

Almost imperceptibly, she shivers.

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