Young Writers Society

The last thing you remember is falling asleep.

When you wake up, your underneath what must be a mountain of soft pillows, plush blankets, and crinkly sleeping bags, as well as donning a new pair of pure silk pajamas. When you push your way to the top of the pile, you realize you’re in a bedroom. It looks like it belongs to a very wealthy home, every metallic surface appears to be solid gold or silver, and hundreds of pillows and fur blankets cover the floors. The walls are a soft pink, and every other color in the room appears to compliment it. There’s a large four-poster bed with beautiful pink and gold curtains cascading around it, blocking whoever would be lying on the bed. It’s placed against the wall opposite the door between two windows. Looking out the windows will yield you nothing except a grey, featureless, foggy landscape. You can not break the windows. If you open the closet you will find it stuffed with pillows and blankets to its ceiling. The door is currently locked, and will not budge to being kicked down nor lock picked. Attempting to use a spell of some kind will yield the realization that you can’t use your magic here.




1: Please include a description of your character(s) in your first post, spoilered.

2: A maximum of two characters for right now, as I'm new to running a roleplay.

3: Please try not to make any plot altering decisions.

4: Try not to post multiple times in a row, or before others get a chance to, I want this to remain fun for everyone and don't want anyone to be left behind.

5: Do not post for other people's characters.

6: This roleplay may go on hiatus for a period of time, as I have health issues that can occasionally flare up and prevent me from writing. Please try to respect and understand this.

7: Have fun!

A wave of panic sent through Evelyn's body when she realized she wasn't where she'd fallen asleep. She rushed to dig herself out of the suffocating softness that engulfed her. In reality, she only really had to sit up and throw a pillow off her face, but it still felt like dying.

"Hey!" she heard from across the room and turned to see Mason holding the pillow she'd just tossed. She glared at him and made her way through the copious amounts of pillows and bedding that covered the floor.

"Where the hell are we?" She asked, plopping herself back down beside him.

"Why would I know?" he replies, looking around the room with bewilderment and confusion.

"Well, you're the one who can carry me, so I figured it was your fault."

"You figured wrong."

"I suppose I have."

Mason gets up and goes to inspect the windows, cursing under his breath when he sees the nothingness outside them. Then he makes way to the door, which he tries to open a million different ways, from kicking, to nudging, to begging it to open. Evelyn is laughing harder then she should be.

She's glad he's here with her.

When Noah opened his eyes, he felt like he was drowning in softness.

The last thing he remembered was hanging out with Reid - they were watching a movie he could barely remember the name right now, but it hadn't been all that entertaining. He had felt himself nodding off; Reid had been about to fall asleep, too. He must have fallen asleep like he thought he would; he felt as groggy as he usually did when he first woke up.

But something wasn't right.

He was underneath a pile of pillows he didn't recognize. When he dug himself out, he didn't recognize the room he was in, either. It could have almost been Lily's room, but Noah knew Reid's family hadn't done any redecorating.

"Noah?" a groggy voice said from behind him - right as he was hit in the face with a cascade of pillows being thrown in his direction. As he just barely caught the latest of the pillows, he turned around to see Reid sitting up behind him with very noticeable bedhead and unfamiliar pajamas. When had he gotten changed? "You're not usually in my dreams."

"I don't think this is a dream," Noah hesitantly said. It felt too real to be one.

He wanted to say more, but then he noticed other people in the room.

He stiffened.

Reid went silent and tense, too.