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When Jade woke to see her world bathed in gold, she smiled.

For as long as Jade could remember, she had dreamt here, in this golden fantasy land with spires and towers. She could fly through the air as long as she willed herself to, and she loved talking to the strange, paper-white people who lived here. They called her titles of royalty, like "princess" and "my lady," but Jade refused to be at all queen-like. She didn't care for power; she just wanted to have some fun while she dreamt, and if that meant dirtying up her golden dress a bit, then so be it!

There were others here - humans like her - whose faces she knew well at night, but faded from memory when she awoke. They weren't always here. Most of them lived in a separate building, apart from the boy who lived in the tower next to hers, and since he was sometimes asleep when she dropped by, she assumed the same must have been true of the others. Still, when they were awake, she enjoyed

Jade sat up and stretched out, letting feeling return to her body. She felt more powerful here, like she could spin the world at her fingertips if she wanted to. Not that she'd tried. (Yet.)

She poked her head out of the window of her tower and then jumped right out, soaring through the skies with a triumphant laugh. She couldn't wait to see what kind of adventures the golden kingdom of Prospit would give her today!

((OOC Note: please feel free to mingle with other people's opening posts here! Not everything has to be a direct response to Jade - this is just sort of a free-form catch-all for people that want Prospit adventures.))

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John's never known whether to say he's waken up or fallen asleep on Prospit. All he knows is that he goes to sleep in his own bed wearing one of his sleep time ensembles, and when he opens his eyes in a different bed, in different weird yellow pajamas, and, oh yeah, he can fly. He knows that he's dreaming (yeah, flying), and eventually he'll end up awakening in his bed of origin, but that doesn't explain why this strange dreamscape feels so tangible to him.

Oh well, now's not the time to ponder the endless unknown, now's the time to fly!! and to maybe, hopefully, run into that one girl who lived next-tower.

John throws off the covers and floats (floats!!!) over to the tower window. As excited as he is, he's still a little discombobulated, and isn't going to immediately throw himself off the ledge. Instead he sits himself on the window railing, peering out into the vast Yellow in front of him. Usually, when that one girl is around, she ends up finding him here, but man, she could be anywhere right now. Who knows, she could be any one of those yellow specks moving down below. She could be that speck- or that one- or- or she could be flying around right above him. Huh.

He waves his arm in large sweeping gestures, hoping to catch her attention. She has to look down eventually, right?

Jade does in fact look down, and she grins when she sees a familiar set of waving arms (and the boy attached to them). Simply due to proximity, she knows Tower Boy the best - such that she can remember his face even when she's awake. His name is another story, though; she's sure they must have introduced themselves, years ago, but the dream-like quality of Prospit ensures that she doesn't remember. And at this point, it's a little too embarrassing to ask.

She floats down until she's right outside his window, then leans in and rests her arms on his window-sill. "You're awake!" she chimes. "Hooray! Do you want to go exploring today?"

Sometimes exploring meant actual exploring, flying out to the city limits and finding new places. Other times, it meant causing some light-hearted mischief among the carapaces. Jade likes to think that she has a good sense for when a joke will go too far at least, which helps her keep his pranks in line when need be.

It's been a long time since the last time he met up with his Dream Girl™, too long for him to pin-point the last time it happened, so he's eager to get up to their old antics.

"Yeah, of course!" He blurts out, thinking about the last time they got together and caused mayhem with a few strategically placed whoopie cushions. Man, that was a blast. It gave him a ton of ideas for his next prank. Speaking of which...

"Oh! Hey, real quick I had a great idea for something we could do." John says while stumbling over to the side of his room. His dream room almost exactly mirrors his childhood room, something that he doesn't question too much, which means that his chest full of various prank-inducing objects is right there for easy access. He just recently cleaned up his room, adding a bunch of new stuff to the chest, and if the logic of this dream world holds up, they should be in this chest as well.

"Aha!" He exclaims. He turns around and proudly holds up a can of shaving cream and a pack of balloons. He gives the girl a look and wags his eyebrows. Let it be known that John Egbert is not known for being very charismatic.

Jade giggles as soon as she sees the eyebrow waggle and the prank objects. Her Dream Boy isn't as smooth and suave as the "dream boys" she hears a lot of people talk about, but she likes him better this way. She'd rather him be lively and friendly than dark and brooding.

"Those are new! How did you get them here?" She doesn't really remember seeing the stores stocking anything like shaving cream, but then again, she doesn't really visit the stores either. She's a princess! Things that she wants here have a way of making their way to her.

"Also, what are you planning on doing with them? Nothing too evil, right? We don't want the carapaces to revolt against our oppressive human royalty!"

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