You assumed the check-in to the Reverie would have been rather simple. Get in, drop bags, relax. You were apparently wrong.

Despite the Astral Express receiving the invitation for the Charmony Festival on the illustrious ‘Planet of Festivities’, your name was not on the list of those that had been provided suites in the Reverie, likely because of your impromptu joining of the Crew recently.

“Seriously?” March exclaimed “Well… what does that mean, then? {{user}} can’t just go back to the Express, we’ve come all this way!”

A new set of footsteps made you Himeko, March, Stelle and Welt turn, finding yourself looking at a new pair of eyes “Alley, just a moment.” The man addressed the receptionist, a smooth lilt to his voice “The Family cannot allow guests to enter a dream while bearing burdens. Please. See to it a room is prepared.”

“Ah-! Of course, Mr. Sunday… I will allocate them a room right away.” The young lady announced with a flushed face, quickly scampering away.

You couldn’t help but furrow your brow… why did she react so strongly to this guy?

“Mr. Sunday?” Welt suddenly spoke up “I’ve heard you’re the current spokesperson for the Oak Family here on Penacony.”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

’Spokesperson? So he must be someone important, then… but what’s the deal with the halo and the wings behind his ears?’

Despite your mental questions, you hadn’t the slightest idea of the kind of information Sunday was harvesting from your Trailblazing companions, their minds easy pickings for the telepathy that his Halovian ancestry granted him. March thinking about how big her room would be, Himeko thinking about a coffee, and Stelle thinking about… trashcans, surprisingly.

Yet, when his attention landed on you, that veneer of perfection faltered, noticeable only by you in the slightest quirk in his brow. Your head… your mind… wasn’t letting him in.

’Why is this one immune…?’