Moon Child:
She looked at the mask, closely noting the details and how the wood was worn smooth, and how it was detailed in it's carving, the feathers seeming to almost seem real, how the eyes seemed to follow hers where ever she looked, almost as if there were a real spirit in them. They sparkled and seemed to glitter, drawing her in deeper and deeper...
22:08, Today: Moon Child rolled 15 using 1d20. luck roll.
Moon Child feels something odd as she holds the mask, a strange vibrating of the mask in her hands, then a surge of something, like electricity that races through her from head to toes. She has an overwhelming desire to wear the Spirit Mask and she does so in one smooth motion (having failed her luck roll:P ). Once she does so, the situation goes from strange to bizarre!
Once the mask is upon her face the ENTIRE ROOM CHANGES, in fact it is almost like a second scene is superimposed over the earlier room. She can still see the faint outline of the Professor's room, but now there is something entirely new overlapping it! Everywhere Moon Child looks, there are strange glowing energy...beings, in more shapes, sizes and textures than she could ever have imagined possible! There are small man shaped beings that seem to be made of wood, piles of bricks that somehow move with stunted, human-like motions, glowing birdlike beings that seem like they are made of pure electricity, and glowing spiders crawling all over the place where the Professor's computer is in the 'other room' ; constantly moving arachnids that pulse like a computer icon...and Jade, the small dragon, sitting on the desk watching her. Even the books fly about the room like odd paper bats.
Alex is only a dim outline, though there is a large being INSIDE of him, something bird like, its wings folded around itself, as if awaiting some signal to burst forth. Within Moon Child herself, she feels something stir, a glowing energy of some sort.
Jade speaks to Moon Child once more, with the Professor's voice, his inflections and even his word choices, but the tone is somehow different...sadder:
"Welcome to what the Shawnee once called the WANAGIYATA the Spirit Land. It is aptly named, for everything here is made of some sort of spirit, literally everything! I call this place the Umbra, the shadow of the physical world in which we exist. It is actually an unimaginably vast continuum of which the Dreaming itself is but a one of many realms; it is a place of pure possibility. The mask is a conduit, a portal, but it may only be activated by someone who is aware of the potential for spirituality, someone attuned to the energy known as magic, like a Shaman. It is remarkable, but not unexpected, that you can utilize it."