6467/Back in the Sane Asylum

Back in the Sane Asylum
Date of Scene:	05 June 2021
Location:	The Sane Asylum, the Dreamlands
Synopsis:	Cliff breaks Ilmr out of the Sane Asylum.
Cast of Characters:	Cliff Steele, Ilmr Hukommelse
Tinyplot:	Sailing the Zeitgiest Sea

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Cliff Steele has posed:
Cliff Steele finally manages to go back to sleep, almost 12 hours after being back in the normal world. It took a lot of effort, but when he thought about it, it made sense since he had been physically in the dreamlands, but now here he was waking up...well no that wasnt right, dreaming again in the same place had been for...well, he didnt even know. But the padded cells were unmistakable. This was definitely the Sane asylum. But something was different. Much different.

He looked around and he saw that the old man who had given him the advice on the Brazier was in the room with him. "Hey dude, who are you? And how the fuck did I get back here."

"That isnt important."

"Seems pretty fucking important to me," Cliff crossed his arms and moved to the door to pound it down, which it immediately did causing the Sapient straight jacket attendants to appear.  

The Old Guy, who had apparently never left said, "You need to pop the door to that room over there," and pointed.

Ilmr Hukommelse has posed:
Ilmr hears a noise at her door and cries out in fear. No one has ever knocked or pounded on her door before, or at least not since she can remember.

Cliff Steele has posed:
Cliff Steele decides that knocking is not super helpful given the circumstances as he punches two of the floating straight jacket orderlies sending them flying into the wall and then punches into the room, which had a door he didnt remember being on this floor the last time he was here. "Hi I'm Cliff. We should probably get out of here."

Ilmr Hukommelse has posed:
Ilmr looks at him in confusion as he punches the orderlies. "Where am I?'

Cliff Steele has posed:
Cliff Steele says, "Uh, wait I know this." He looked around for the weird old guy to confirm his soon to be answer, but the weird old guy had vanished.

"Fucking of course. Wait, no, that's not where you are, uh, lets see this is "The Sane Asylum" Fuck Yeah" he made air quotes as he said Sane Ayslum, "You're in a dream but it looks like you're here physically here too, well thats not true anymore, I was here physically, but now I'm dreaming. Anyway long story short, we need to get the fuck out of here because this is not a good place to be." He extended his hand."

Ilmr Hukommelse has posed:
Ilmr looks at him a moment longer and then accepts his hand, deciding he's safe enough. "Where do we go? how do we escape?"

Cliff Steele has posed:
Cliff Steele says, "GREAT fucking question, oh pardon my french I say Fuck a lot well mainly we have to punch the fuck out of these guys," he punches a sapient floating straight jacket which suddenly has two arms with needles at the end and then says, "Go down to the first floor, run really fast away from a whole bunch of Pianos, go" he thinks about it,"That way across a dream forest and then a dream ocean until you get to Dream Metropolis and then I'm not sure.""

Ilmr Hukommelse has posed:
Ilmr looks at the orderlies and then gives a powerful roundhouse kick at one of them. "No, I'm going to fight them with you. Then we leave together."

Cliff Steele has posed:
The orderly flies through the wall and onto the well currated grounds now patrolled by a bunch of giant angry Pianos with a bunch of bandaids on them.

"Fuck Yeah!"

Queue a fighting montage to "Ground Control to Major Tom" as Ilmr and Cliff fight their way through dozens of floating sapient creatures with needles for arms and send them flying into walls with punches and kicks where they fly into said walls with stars over thier heads. The hospital is curiously empty of other patients, though Cliff is grinning ear to ear.

Well, his face does change, since his mouth is a speaker, but inside, he is grinning from ear to ear. Then he spots the dozens of Pianos the size of greyhound buses outside and says, "Fuck."

Ilmr Hukommelse has posed:
Ilmr takes a running leap at the pianos, and punches at one of them.