It is about 60/b>/span15C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Birch and Atlantic/span>/spanEsme snickers at that. “Well these sorts are much more interesting. And maybe also sometimes terrifying.”

Jeremiah grins. “Oh, wonderful. Because there isn’t enough horror in this town.”

Annabelle presides ominously over to Jeremiah, hands slack at her sides with limp shoulders. Trying her very, very best to become his sleep paralysis demon. “Leaaaaaarrrnnn from tha dreeeeaammmmmmuh.”

Esme smiles to Obadiah as he comes in, letting out a low whistle as she eyes the coat and fedora. “Fancy as fuck. I love ’em.”

Jeremiah chuckles at Annabelle. “I will do my best.”

Obadiah wiggles his fuzzy bunny slippers, “Aren’t they the best? Dovie sells them.”

Dovie waves to Obadiah, grinning at seeing his slippers.

Obadiah says “But we need to get more of that gummy so everyone sees blue while Mega Blue is performing. Maybe get Blue Man Group to open for us.“

“OOooo..” Annabelle also oggles at Obadiah’s fit, ceasing her feigned malevolence over Jeremiah and turning over. “I still have that shirt, actually. From the wings. Do they sell those pants here? Should totally sell those pants here.”

Esme says, with a chuckle, “Those pants are in fact sold here. And some shirts“

Obadiah waves at Dovie, Jeremiah, and Annabelle as he adjusts his clothing, looking like… something else. A fae clothed sleeper as it is apparent he is wearing pajamas under the trench coat. “Yeah the pants are here, Dovie’s slippers she got me once, Wingz shirt, and then the spoils of me doing too good a job at being useful.”

Jeremiah says to Obadiah, “The song they did with Tracy Bonham is fire.”

Esme says “Down in the store at the back. I do need to get some slippers in stock though. Can’t believe I forgot those“

Obadiah says “I am down for Monday, yeah.“

Obadiah removes his hand from his ear, apologetically looking at Esme as he shamelessly plots his encoure tour

Annabelle starts to sit down, but thinks better of it. Before she forgets, she hustles down quickly without a word.

Obadiah blushes little at the whisper then nods, “Thank you! I made sure it color coordinated. Purple may be becoming my color.”

snickers, “If you want more of the cube gummies, Ambrose would probably be happy to hook you up. I dunno if I’ll make Monday but maybe I’ll try just to see your performance.” Esme settles down in one of the beanbags and clocks the time. “Mm. Well. I’ll get things started in like 10 minutes or so. If people wander in, I can give them a TLDR.”

Annabelle returns, defeated, pantless. She flops into the chair, it calls to her, and stinks of her loss.

Annabelle shakes her head solemnly. “I found a cafe, some books, and lotsa passes. I didn’t wanna open the doors though. There might be people dreaming in them.”

Esme says “Only door that would have people is the Lazy Lounge. “

Esme says “I’ll show you the store after“

Annabelle prays to Esme in thanks, folding her hands together in reverence.

“Yeah I am hoping we can get some gummies and hand them out at Karaoke,” Obadiah says with a nod. “Maybe some of these acid tabs… Oh! Speaking of, anyone want to drop acid before we start to dream? Well… are we dreaming today or… what’s the plan teach?”

Annabelle says, whispering, “I’ll say later. I’m in a lesson.“

Dovie nabs a cucumber tea sandwich, delighting in how cute it is before she takes a bite.

Esme shakes her head. “It’s a beginner class, even if we only really got one beginner, well maybe two if Pax is coming.” She mused. “So I’m gonna be walking through my process of creating a persona while people try t’ make their own.”

Esme says “But I won’t knock it if any ah you wanna like daydream or whatever While I’m teachin“

Annabelle looks over to Obadiah with a pout descending from clinical origins, curling her legs up. Then, with a sniffle, she extends both her hands out. “Pretty-please.”

Dovie sticks the tab on her tongue, nodding at Esme as she focuses her attention.

Jeremiah just watches and listens.

Obadiah hands out the acid like the purple clad drug dealer he apparently is and then nods to Esme, leaning back to watch and learn from the master.

Esme draws attention toward the whiteboard where she has some things pre-written as she starts to talk. “So, makin’ ah persona for the Dreamscape is sorta a practice in lucid dreaming. Your subconscious is doin’ a lot ah the heavy lifting while you’re still mostly present.” She explains. “The best way I’ve found t’ get in that state – drug aided or not – is by findin a calm place in my mind, opening myself up t’ the space around me, and just kinda letting things drift naturally.” She looks to the group. “Any of you have a particular place you go in your mind when y’ need to find yer center or take a beat after something stressful or tiring or other big emotion?”

Jeremiah nods. “Absolutely yes. It’s a Japanese zen garden I visited once.”

“Asleep.” Annabelle mentions, waiting for the little tablet to hit, trying to find comfort in her chair. “Any of the places are great, but like, I dunno. I used to go on a train, but it felt weird to go back to The Dream Womb after awhile.”

Dovie admits to the group, “I think about a nice garden. I love gardens.”

“Yeah, I like to go to,” Obadiah starts then waffles his head, “Well… I like to go to my happy place in the bottom of the bay. An Octopus’ garden. If you will. It’s a hole. With Rocks.”

Obadiah looks at his phone, grumbles, and puts his phone away before starting to zone.

Esme smiles at the answers, “All good examples. Mine’s being on an open, empty road, riding my bike on like ah perfect Spring day.” She shares. “The important thing about this place is that it calms you because bein’ calmer leads to ah clearer mind.” She explains. “Which makes it easier to let yourself tap into the dreamscape. So. What I wantcha t’ do is, close your eyes if it helps, but find that place in your mind and once you’re there, let your mind drift some, follow any threads you may latch on to. I’m going to start talking some about the two most stable dream pockets in the dreamscape as you do.”

Dovie closes her eyes and leans back into the cozy seating with a happy sigh.

Jeremiah closes his eyes and visibly relaxes, his breathing becoming slower and steadier.

The Great Detective Reginald Gravenhurst has come to Highgate Cemetery in search of clues to the plague of madness.

Esme wiggles a wave to Jakem, “I was just tellin’ everyone to start findin’ their quiet place in their mind and then let their thoughts drift. Gonna start talkin’ bout some of the dream pockets to help them tap into the dreamscape.”

Jakem nods to Esme as he moves over to join the pit “Willdo, sorry I’m late.” he says as he settles.

Annabelle sends a quick text before tucking her phone back away in her bag. Like a narcolpetic, just as an emotion bubbles and she takes on a distraught expression, her eyes roll into the back of her head and she crashes.

Obadiah tilts his head over to Jakem and asks him gently, “Are you carrying? I gave all my acid to Anna and Dovie. I don’t have any for you. If you know you want some.”

Jakem nods to Obadiah “Yeah, don’t worry, I should be all right, but thanks. Who’s your supplier anyhow?”

Obadiah lifts his hand and motions generally to Esme and Dovie, then folds his hands back across his stomach as he pays attention to class.

Reginald Gravenhurst is not put off by ravens, he welcomes them. Ravens are a man’s best friend and spooky ravens have the best intelligence. He moves to follow the bird as he does, stopping to hear the whispers and follow up the questionable path.

Esme just gives a little shake of her head, no harm no foul. She refocuses her attention. “Imagine ah dusty landscape of the Wild West. 1800s give or take, one horse town, cowboys, outlaws.” She says, and begins describing a bit more about the Dry Gulch dreamscape. ((dreamworld info 2)).

“….And then the dust settles and you find yourself in Victorian London, but it’s not quite the London of old. It looks like it, people are dressed up as they should be, but there’s something uneasy in the air. Something sinister that seems to lurk in every shadow. Clockwork creatures, steam powered devices, people going half mad from Eldritch horrors.” She delves into Shadow London now. ((dreamworld info 1)).

“If you feel drawn more to one or the other, follow that thread, pick up on what threads that you can. Kinda like windowshopping. Start picking out the pieces that interest you most. Feel free to talk about it too or, if you already have a Persona or two in either of these places, feel free to talk about them.”

((OOC: Once you’ve looked over the dreamworld infos, if you feel particularly inspired for either you can do dreamworld makecharacter (dreamworld #) (persona name)))

Esme offers a smile to Seraphina, keeping her voice on the softer side as she says, “Hey, Sera. Good to see you.” Having some people in various stages of meditative states or so.

Jakem smiles, nodding amiably to Seraphina as she sits “We’re reforming our own realities with our mind.” he informs her.

Esme pulls out her phone to briefly check it and send a quick couple of texts before looking back up. “Pax and Gabriel are on their way.” She explains. “So I can get all three of you caught up. Do you have much experience in dreaming, Sera?”

Obadiah opens an eye and smiles at Seraphina when she joins the pit of conversation. He is half zoning as he has been ordered to find his happy place and so he does so.

Seraphina settles into a beanbag, with a bit of an awkward ‘whooosh’ of air from the pressure amongst the others, and perhaps even near Obadiah. She shakes her head to Esme. “I have a little but it is just normal, everyday sort of dreaming. I tried a dream log before, but I am not very good about keeping it up. Went by the wayside like they diary too.” She wiggles her fingers to Jakem. “Just what I need, really.”

Esme smiles to Patience, giving her a little wave as she comes over. “Hey, Pax. Good to see ya. Once Gabe gets here I’ll get you three up to speed.” There’s a nod to Seraphina’s answer, that smile maintained. “I find this sort of Dreaming to be easier to stick with in a way. There’s no pressure to do it regularly but when you do get the itch, usually you can learn a lil somethin’ about yourself in the process anyway.”

Reginald Gravenhurst stands his ground, he holds out his hand for the raven, perhaps the raven will become his new ally in this cold and mystical world of horrors and imagination. The clockwork figures earn a cold stare from the hard-as-flint man. “Peculiar,” he tells them as he takes a step forward, cane tapping on the slick stones.

Jeremiah waves over at the woman Esme called ‘Pax’. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Jeremiah Deacon. Nice to meet you.”

“Hey Esme. Hey folks,” Patience/span>/spanGabriel waves to everyone as he arrives then gets comfortable on one of the large beanbags in the pit.

Esme brings her hands together in a silent clap as Gabriel settles in, “Perfect.” She smiles as her attention settles on him, Patience, and Seraphina. “So. The most important part of preparing yourself for tapping into the Dreamscape is a clear and calm mind.” She begins. “What I want you to do is find a peaceful place in your mind and focus on it. You can share what this place is if you want, but you don’t have to.” She assures. “Let yourself settle in it then as your mind starts to drift, let it. I’ll describe two the stable dream pockets to help with guiding.”

Esme says, in sharing, “My peaceful place is an open, empty road, riding my motorcycle on a perfect Spring day“

With a single text made, Seraphina puts her phone into her bag, and tells the others, “I would have to say that my calm place would be on a beach, when the weather is just at that point where it isn’t too hot, but the sun is out, and a breeze blows…”

Patience shudders at the mention of sun out, crinkling up her nose and slowly letting her eyes drift shut despite the obvious lack of synergy between whatever her calm place is and that of Seraphina. Her chest lifts and falls slowly and rhythmmically for a moment or two.

Obadiah snorts slightly, having dozed off completely for a moment, awaking with a muttered, “Gravenhurst.” He looks around a moment then goes back to his paying attention to class, but it is hard to stay completely awake in a class about dreams when you are wearing fuzzy slippers.

Reginald Gravenhurst squints at the raven, offended. “I am the Great Detective Gravenhurst. I need an assistant Ravenhurst. Otherwise how can I be the greatest detective,” he ponders to the circling bird before turning his attention back to the Circle of Lebanon and the kneeling figures, particularly the one with jerky movements rising to great him. “Easy, friends,” he says in a commanding tone to the men. “I only want to… learn more about Lebanon,” he says, not entirely lying but not completely telling the truth either.

“Lots of nature and outdoor related peaceful places being brought up tonight.” Esme observes with a smile. “Something about nice weather and greenery must bring the endorphins and seratonin.” She gives it a moment or two longer before she continues. “As your mind starts to drift, follow any threads that interest you, let them lead you as I talk. Try to picture yourself standing on a cobblestone street in Victorian London. It looks as it should, people are dressed as they should be, but everything feels cast in a dark, sinister shadow. Trouble and monsters lurk around every corner with only a scant few brave enough to try and face these horrors head on.” Esme speaks a bit more on Shadow London before transitioning into the second. ((dreamworld info 1))

“As you walk along this street, it fades into a dusty road just outside a one horse town in the Wild West. There’s cowboys, outlaws, a general store, a single bar. There’s gold to be mined from the waters and mysteries to be uncovered in the desert.” Esme/span>/spandreamworld info 2)).

“Let yourself be pulled toward whichever one piques your interest most. Collect the threads and scraps of information as they come.”@line
((OOC: Once you’ve perused the dreamworld infos if you feel particularly inspired toward one world or the other you can do dreamworld makecharacter (dreamworld number) (persona name) ))

“You, sir, are a dick,” Reginald Gravenhurst/span>/spanSeraphina nods to Jeremiah. “Yes, but I would like to visit both, myself. I’ve walked the astral plane of London a smiiiiidgeon.” She pinches her fingers together.

“Dry Gulch is pretty fascinating, I wonder sometimes if the city was actually like that t’ some degree back in the day.” Esme speculates. “I’ve spent the most time in London myself, but the Wild West is pretty cool.” She closes her eyes for a moment, lifting her arms up in a brief stretch before her arms settle back in her lap and her eyes reopen.

“Once you feel like you have the threads of an idea about your persona and who they are, let me know and I can start guiding you deeper in, helping you shape them more fully.” Esme offers out in general. “There’s no rush, everyone can work at their own pace.”

“I have spent time in both,” Obadiah says with a nod of his head, and half opened eyes. “You gotta be careful of Bubblegum Jenkins if you got to Dry Gulch. Meanwhile if you go to London, the Great Reginald Gravenhurst is always on the trail of something or another. Probably should watch out for him as well. Bad Dudes.” He nods slightly before letting out a breath, “I like the cold and damp of London, personally.”

Esme tilts her head to listen to Jeremiah’s whisper, a soft chuckle escaping with whatever he said paired with a little shoulder nudge. There’s a nod toward Obadiah’s warning with some amusement. “Always an adventure to be had, no matter which one you go in.”

“Lord Babbage?” Reginald Gravenhurst asks the automatons as he raises his cane in a tapping motion considering the situation before him. He turns his head back to the automatons behind him and then back to front. “What is this final calibration?”

Esme focuses on Jeremiah again as she says, “I want you to focus on those threads now, and imagine a needle of sorts, starting to stitch them together, bit by bit, until you can envision them in your mind. What they look like, what they’re good at, maybe what they’re bad at even. Just little things that help build them into fully formed characters, as it were.”

((OOC: You will want to reference this helpfile https://havenrpg.net/newsite/2025/05/28/dreamworld-commands/ || Do dreamworld score 1 (or 2 for Dry Gulch) and at the bottom you can see how much XP you have to put into the different categories. I would suggest Title > Trait > Stat and then Artifact > Gear for buying order. || If it says anything about you not having a persona do dreamworld activatepersona (dw #) (persona name) ))

Esme shakes her head and murmurs something back.

Patience remains sitting, arms loosely wrapped around her knees, and a thoughtful, distant expression on her features. From time to time her focus sputters back into place though, and her gaze flits around the room to linger on individuals.

“I am quite adept at deductive and reductive reasoning both,” Reginald Gravenhurst/span>/spanObadiah lets out another soft snore, waking with a jolt as if he is ready to fight someone but when he sees where he is, he settles back down, flashing Patience a welcoming grin, hooding his eyes even more.

Seraphina rubs softly at her eyes, a hazy, lazy smile drifting across her features, and a noisy shift of her body in the beanbag she’d chosen as her spot.

“Bullocks to that,” Reginald Gravenhurst says as he gets ready to engage his fight or flight instinct. At first he was just going to let the ceremony progress but once the realization that his mind would be forcefully extracted he shouts loudly, “Babbage! You knock this off, or I am going to find Bubblegum Jenkins, and he will find you. He will hunt you down and he will kill you. You know how Bubblegum is!”

Esme chuckles toward Obadiah, “Havin’ fun?” She murmurs with a grin, casting a glance about to see how everyone’s doing.

“Bubblegum. Bubblegum Jenkins is in Whitechaple,” Obadiah moans, only half awake rolling his head back and forth. “He’s coming…. Bubblegum Jenkins is coming for us all.”

Jack looks about idly, hands stuffed in his pockets.

Gabriel slips away quietly.

Jakem hmm’s to Obadiah “Oh yeah, in Whitechapple m’self. Looks empty to me, bubblegum.”

Esme says “Bubblegum Jenkins is a menace. @me nods sagely. Looking toward @sera and @pax she asks, “How are you two doing? Finding those threads and ideas?” She asks,voice on the softer side to not disturb too much.“

“Bubblegum Jenkins is a menace.” Esme nods sagely. Looking toward Seraphina and Patience she asks, “How are you two doing? Finding those threads and ideas?” She asks,voice on the softer side to not disturb too much.

Seraphina nods lightly to Esme, continuing to slowly break from her meditative state. “Yes, I think I have…”

“I know that name because I have been hunting him for years, decades even,” Reginald Gravenhurst says is a steely cool voice. “Because there is only one man smart enough to catch the most feared and efficient problem-solver whitechapel has ever met. Even Jack the Ripper is terrified of Bubblegum. You know it Babbage. If you take my brain, who will stop him? You? No… you are smart but you are focused on other things… Important things yes but you can’t catch him.” He takes a breath and lets it out slowly, “Let the translators go, and we can work together to find Bubblegum and save the city. Brass and Brains together united to save our great Kingdom.”

“Excellent. Do you feel ready to stitch them together and try to form the character themselves?” Esme asks Seraphina, shifting a bit in her seat.

“Sorry, things on comms and whatnot are terribly distracting,” Patience apologizes to Esme and then shakes her head. “I’m struggling between that and just falling asleep but I think I have something I can use as a foundation later.” She offers an apologetic twist of her lips, then slips to her feet. “This was helpful!

“I believe that I am,” Seraphina tells Esme, her eyes drifting to a close.

Reginald Gravenhurst nods, pulling his cloak tightly about him. “Then it is time I assemble the best team in London to help us, isn’t it, Babbage? I will Need to find Anastasia. Grimsby. Saphine. I will need to bring them together and we must put all effort to finding Bubblegum Jenkins. Do you know these people?”

Jack gives an upnod to a few passerby down and outers, though his gaze drifts towards one in patciular, lingering on Saphine’s hips as she drifts across the street.

Saphine does not look like she belongs here on the east end, but she moves through the streets with the confidence of someone familiar enough with the rowdy roads. Despite that she does, occasionally seek to cover her nose and mouth with a white lace handkerchief.

Now that the remaining ‘students’ are asleep, Esme asks the others, “I’d say this has probably been successful right? Worth doing a follow up in the future?”

“I would say so. I’d certainly come to more classes.” Jeremiah says, stretching as he wakes up.

Jakem nods a bit to Esme “Yeah, I’d say so. Also I imagine a lotta folks that missed this one owuld like a second shot.”

Reginald Gravenhurst nods. “Grimsby was my partner, before… the incident. I will start with him first. We will find Bubblegum Jenkins. Thank you for your help, Babbage. We will be in touch.” And with that he heads out of the cemetery and towards Whitechapel.”

Esme nods, a hint of apprehension bleeding from her shoulders. “Can try and do the next one a bit earlier in the evening maybe.” She decides, another smile forming. “And it’s easy enough to have multiple levels of people doing things.”

Saphine returns Jakem’s upnod, as she seeks to pass by him, greeting with soft politeness, “Good eve.”

Jack leers at Saphine for a moment, tilted grin forming “Looking a little lost, ma’am.” he comments, hands still buried in his pockets as he glances towards the filtering handkerchief.

“I assure you, I am not lost,” Saphine claims to Jakem, but it is spoken in such a way that she may be, taking a wrong turn somewhere, or perhaps she is rushing into danger for the thrill. Despite the smell of the city rot.

Jack hmm’s and nods to Saphine “Well then you’ll not be needing a map of the vicinity.” he says as he idly yanks a bit of parchment from a pouch, holding it up to peruse “So the Hellfire Club’s thataway, fascinatin’. Wouldn’t have expected such a renowned place to be in such a locale.” he remarks. “You know I heard the sorts of music they play in there could rouse the dead.”

Think of the necromancer and perhaps she shall appear. Or perhaps it is pure coincidence. Those eerie eyes sweep curiously over the trio with a light nod. “A gathering such as this one can only mean trouble, no?” Anastasia wonders with light amusement, looking past the group a moment to focus on the area. “And the Hellfire Club is quite nice.”

Reginald Gravenhurst comes in from the docks, looking rather cold, his cloak pulled close to his chest. The hard steely gaze looking from person to person before his gaze rests on Esme. “Babbage’s automatons are coming. He is looking for Bubblegum Jenkins, Ms Ana. We must find Jenkins before Babbage does.”

Esme smiles to Jeremiah, “I’d love to.” She assures him. “Maybe when we talk tomorrow we can do some of that.”

Jeremiah says “Sounds good to me.“

Jack raises a brow, Obadiah drawing his attention reluctantly from someone “Oh yeah, what’s Jenkin’s to Babbage? He got something valuable on him?” he inquires idly with a not so idle attentiveness.

Jack raises a brow, Obadiah drawing his attention reluctantly from Saphine “Oh yeah, what’s Jenkin’s to Babbage? He got something valuable on him?” he inquires idly with a not so idle attentiveness.