[Closed Event Post: The Moon]
Feb. 26th, 2021 07:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dreammoonchild::A vortex forms on Earth's moon, as two girls in gas masks, and weird cyber punk Gothic Lolita walk onto it. One has silver pigtails and demon horns and a vipercated tail. The other has a cowlick of grey-silver hair popping out of her hair, with a blinking collar around her neck. The latter of which carrying boxes even though she looks like a twig compared to the the girl with the horns, and they should be making her fall over.
The first girl directs the second to place the boxes in various locations, as the first summons a scepter of twisting gold metal and pink jewels to her hand from seeming non-existence.
Once the two are done, the first girl stands in the center of the area, holding her scepter, as it glows and hums. And as it does, fading, warping, solidifying, stretching into existence is a building. An estate. A cathedral of glistening glass and starlight, stretching in almost alien height and alien dimensions, built wrong as if its construction doesn't fit the universe. And the estate grounds surrounding it feel just as wrong and eerie a labyrinth that doesn't fit quite right with the world.
And unfolding around into reality with it is a small castle town.
And then with a swing of her arm and the staff, an alien dome forms over the city, of glass and alien metal? Flesh? Plastics?
The first girl then signals to the second girl, as the second girl with her blinking collar activates the boxes she placed, as gas hisses out from under the dome.
After an extended amount of time, and the girls playing with smartphones, they ultimately remove the gas masks they were wearing...
The first girl directs the second to place the boxes in various locations, as the first summons a scepter of twisting gold metal and pink jewels to her hand from seeming non-existence.
Once the two are done, the first girl stands in the center of the area, holding her scepter, as it glows and hums. And as it does, fading, warping, solidifying, stretching into existence is a building. An estate. A cathedral of glistening glass and starlight, stretching in almost alien height and alien dimensions, built wrong as if its construction doesn't fit the universe. And the estate grounds surrounding it feel just as wrong and eerie a labyrinth that doesn't fit quite right with the world.
And unfolding around into reality with it is a small castle town.
And then with a swing of her arm and the staff, an alien dome forms over the city, of glass and alien metal? Flesh? Plastics?
The first girl then signals to the second girl, as the second girl with her blinking collar activates the boxes she placed, as gas hisses out from under the dome.
After an extended amount of time, and the girls playing with smartphones, they ultimately remove the gas masks they were wearing...
