Once a month, the texture of your dreams draws you together in a communal space where your stories may be shared with one another - or with the Storyteller alone, if you so choose.

Now, it's worth noting that the current physical...shenanigans at play in the waking world may creep into Mu as well. You may arrive here capable of vocalization, but looking rather unlike yourself. You may still be in someone else's body entirely. Or you might be restored to normal, just for one night. The call is yours!

Just remember that the types of stories you can tell are dependent on how long you've been here, and that's not likely to change, even despite extenuating circumstances.

What's more is that you've run out of voting options, dear islanders. The last island available this round will be the one that lost out on everyone's favor: the one represented by crimson flames, a crowd of people, and the coils of some great thing far above their heads.

All you can do now is wait for it to appear.

Once you get rid of that pesky Clown Box, that is.

( You know what comes next, adventurers. )

Mm, yep. This sure is a tagcloud.