Alex
She was confused at the feeling. She was wearing a fancy suit, far fancier than anything she could possibly own. She inspected herself for but a moment before refocusing on the exhcnage in front of her. There were two men at the table, and the one Ayrenn was behind was apparently Pelagius. The other man, as Mirihil saw, was dressed in clashing colors—one bright, one dark. Mania and Dementia. It was Sheogorath himself.

She was equal parts intrigued and terrified. These might very well have been her final moments. Maybe she'd be inverted, maybe she'd be trapped in this foggy dream realm forever, maybe nothing would happen and she'd just go insane from the fear and end up in the Shivering—

*"No,"* She thought to herself, grounding herself firmly in her mind. She looked around and studied her surroundings, hoping Ayrenn would do all of the talkin with the Daedric prince. In the meantime, she mentally jotted down everything she could about this new location, how she'd gotten there, and what it felt like on the most innate level.
Gretchen
"Master I-"

*"How rude! Can't be bothered to host an old friend for a decade or two. Oh, you're one of mine. That Alinor family? You always need a crazy noble family I say..."*

"I-I have a Message-"

*"Reeaaaallllyyyy? Ooh, ooh, what kind of message? A song? A summons? Wait, I know! A death threat written on the back of an Argonian concubine! Those are my favorites. Well? Spit it out, mortal. I haven't got an eternity! Actually... I do. Little joke. But seriously. What's the message?"*

"I am to retrieve you from... Vacation..."

*"Were you now? By whom?Wait! Don't tell me! I want to guess! Was it Molag? No, no... Little Tim, the toymaker's son? The ghost of King Lysandus? Or was it... Yes! Stanley, that talking grapefruit from Passwall. Wrong on all accounts, aren't I? Ha! No matter! Honestly, I don't want to know. Why ruin the surprise? But more to the point. Do you - tiny, puny, expendable little mortal - actually think you can convince me to leave? Because that's... Crazy. You do realize who you're dealing with here?"*

"Y-Yes! You... S-Sheogorath! Please... When will you leave!"

*"Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need? So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave. That's right. I'm done. Holiday... Complete. Time to return to the hum drum day-to-day. On one condition. You have to find the way out first. Good luck with that."*

"H-how could i do that?"

*"Ha! I do love it when the mortals know they're being manipulated. Makes things infinitely more interesting."*

*"Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are? Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch. Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... You could use... The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?"

Ayrenn would now be holding the Wabbajack... And Sheogorath was now silent, sitting at the table sipping tea. Pelagius was gone. Ayrenn leaned over and held her head with her left hand.*
Alex
Mirihil crossed her arms over her her stomach as she watched the scene unfold, more than slightly unnerved by the presence of a literal god. Her suspicions about this place and the use of the hip bone had been correct. They were stuck in a dream, and now they had to find their way out.

She'd read texts and heard stories about the Wabbajack. It seemed as elusive and dangerous as any Daedric artifact, but she truly had no interest in studying it. That would probably just end up with her dead, or worse. What she was more curious about was how Ayrenn's behavior possibly mimicked the duality of Sheogorath and the Shivering Isles as a whole. That might've been the reason for the sudden shifts. Either way, she was glad to remain mostly unnoticed by the Daedric Prince, waiting for Ayrenn to lead on.
Gretchen
*She continued holding her head... Almost losing her balance. She was breathing heavily. It was a lot for her fragile mind... But she persisted. She moved towards mirihil.*

"You... You're here? I'm... I'm surprised... I... I don't think i could make it on my own."

*She turned... Looking out at the gateways in the realm they were in.*
Alex
"Yes, well, I suppose we won't be finding out seeing as I'm stuck here with you," She said, looking around at the gates as well. The place as a whole was terrible. Gloomy, dead, all around unpleasant. The air somehow felt stagnant and chaotic at the same time. 

"So, cognitive displacement via an ontologically linked object. At first I thought the hip bone might've been some sort of hyperagonal media, but seeing as we're in a mind and not a realm of Oblivion, that doesn't seem to be the case. Unless it's a realm shifting according to Pelagius' mind," She said more to herself than anything. She'd read about minds being transported before, and couldn't help but wonder if their bodies were still where they were.

"Anyway," She said after taking a short breath. "I'll follow you. Guessing we've got to go through one of these gateways?"
Gretchen
"Um... Yes..."

*She moved to the Arch of Paranoia. The Arena. Any confidence she had outside, in reality... It seemed broken. This would likely be as much fighting her own demons as it was fighting Pelagius'. Up the stairs to the arena... A voice filled their minds. 

"Oh, good choice. Well, good for me. I find everyone being out to get you so terribly entertaining. You might find it... Less so. You see, Pelagius' mother was... Well... Let us say 'unique.' Although, I suppose in the grand scheme of things, she was fairly average for a Septim. That woman wielded fear like a cleaver. Or did she wield a cleaver and make people afraid? I never get that part right... Oh, but she taught her son well. Pelagius learned at a very early age that danger could come from anywhere. At any time. Delivered... By anyone. The objective here is simple, you simpleton! Use your Wabbajack to defeat the enemy, while they do the same!"

There were Atronachs fighting, and Pelagius across from them, with 2 men behind him. But it seemed as though they were fading between forms. They sometimes looked like 3 Thalmor members, and sometimes like what they were supposed to. Odd... And likely related to Ayrenn. Her own madness was infecting the mind of Pelagius... Melding with it. Ayrenn immediately fired the Wabbajack at the 2 men behind pelagius.

"Oh, you got that one quite quick! With the threat gone Pelagius is under the delusion that he is safe, which means you've helped him out... Sort of. And we're that much closer to home."

To someone of sound mind... They likely would've used it on the Atronachs... But she felt the same paranoia Pelagius did. But she looked even worse after seeing those... Dominion apparitions. She was staring blankly at the next arch.*
Alex
"Damn thing chafes everywhere," Mirihil said as she walked up the stairs, trying to pull and shift her suit to make it more comfortable. She'd never really been suited for more formal attire.

The Thalmor agents were strange. Mirihil had thought they were solely projections from Pelagius, manifestations of his paranoia. But if they were from Ayrenn's mind, that might indicate something about her past. Maybe even what caused her madness.

"What's next? Doesn't seem like you really needed my help for that one. Or is there something left to do here?"
Gretchen
"Theres 2 others."

*She said. Blankly, simply. She walked down to the next arch. The Arch of Night. In front of them was a bed. The perception of who was in the bed changed... From a young altmer boy, to the young pelagius, fading in and out.

"You've headed down the path of dreams. Unfortunately for you, Pelagius suffered night terrors from a young age. All you need to do is find something to wake our poor Pelagius up. You'll find his terrors easy to repel... But persistent."

Mirihil would suddenly find a spell in her hand. A substitute for her not having the Wabbajack. It would function the same. Attacking the bed were various things, wolves, falmer, things that Pelagius feared. But then other things. Ayleids. Ayleids with their flesh melting off, on fire, and then Khajiit running in terror, and then Dominion agents, all attacking the bed. Ayrenn couldn't handle this one. It was up to Mirihil.*
Alex
Mirihil went rigid when she saw the Ayleids. It wasn't real, it was a nightmare—she knew this, but it still terrified her. The new spell attached itself to her like a parasite, simultaneously draining and overcharging every last speck of her magicka. She let out a grunt of pain and tightly gripped her wrist, trying to wait out the feeling of lightning running down her arm.

"Ayrenn, what in Oblivion is this?!" She shouted, looking down at the crimson energy surging in her palm.