Kelly
Silly's new bunny ears flopped around as Vivi effortlessly hoisted her up in the air. Her legs dangled, stretching so that her feet could tap and *Draaaaag* Against the floor. Her comically large shoed flopped, making a pap-pap-pap noise as they rippled against the branches. The lil' clowny gal pouted, and she puffed out her cheeks. 

She was about to talk and retort when Vivienne set her atop the chair, putting her in place, and patting her hat. With the touch, she honked, her hat bouncing back up to its normal shape immediately.

Alas, Silly was only honking on the outside, not the inside. Her other self was still petrified in stone across the room - she wasn't even there anymore - it was just a statue. And she couldn't just pretend nothing had happened. Dejected, still atop the chair and actually silent for once, she slumped. Then, she sunk further, her shoulders dripping down to her hips, her body turning into jelly, then mush, then a simple puddle. A tiny yellow-orange puddle with two bunny ears poking out, and a miniaturised jester cap atop.

She didn't even get to finish her joke... The joke she forgot about until now... Oh well... There was always next time... And this 'ritual' did pique her interest. She was sure it could become very Her. All the while, her former statue-self started to accumulate dust, little cracks, and steadily crumble. Much-much faster than was natural, but slow enough that one would have to carefully pay attention to see each crack propagate. If someone were to touch it, it would crumble into dust and confetti, but there would be no fanfare. Only the silence of fluttering streams of coloured paper that would disintegrate into the air...
Daniel
Paeon arrived in the hall of the gods shortly after their brethren. They arrived quickly, their large wings carrying them from Melusine to Gaia within minutes. It was a spectacle to behold, gods that were born close together from the same "Mother", while appearing so drastically different.

The petite deity wore the same attire in which they were born, albeit cleaned and adjusted to fit them better. Paeon would've stayed in Melusine, if not for some instinctual calling to visit their "Siblings". Only a few were here and appeared entrapped in their own conversations, which benefited the antisocial god.
David
*The variant of Nineveh that had been deemed Updog has been roaming the tree for quite some time, but has just now discovered the congregation of gods that have arrived within this hall. He didn't really recognize anyone except Silly and Unity, so he quietly stepped closer to the pack before opening his mouth, speaking quietly with a wave*

"Hello there, friends. Is something happening here? If so.. I would like to help if that is alright?"

*Updog, who now has been nicknamed, flicked his gaze between all around him, offering tentative smiles to those who looked in his direction. It was enough to buck his spirits a bit so he waited for someone to tell him something, and when they did he nodded and smiled a bit brighter*

"I'd be more than happy do donate some of my strength to ease the toll of living on our mortals, its wonderful to see them happy."
Ernestine
Noticing the small commotion within the great hall, Casus decided to enter, stubbing his toe on the doorway. Stifling a curse, he quietly walked into the room and sat down at one of the tables, listening in on the conversation. Gradually he understood that help was needed for some great project, and offered his assistance. 

"I'd be happy to provide any help you could need from me, provided it's for a just cause. The hands of fortune will surely benefit any works of this magnitude."

Feeling he had said enough, Casus sat down, missing his chair entirely and plummeting to the hardwood floor. With all the dignity he could muster, he rose again and planted himself firmly on the seat of his chair.
Sidney
The first gathering of the gods. How charming... And convenient. It certainly saves time for a newcomer.

Aphot- well, a copy of him- made a slow saunter into the hall, in his full abyssal raven glory with his four arms clasped behind his back as he took in the yet-familiar surroundings. It would be rather on-brand for a trickster god to be fashionably late to what would appear to be something important, but it wasn't as if they didn't have all the time in the world.

He could feel the weight of their magnificent presences as he drew nearer, the same similarities he sensed in Unity: each the same, yet... Inexplicably different. Like Unity, yet not Unity. Kin, yet foreign. What a thrilling tease of suspense, a delightful stimulation of the intellectual nerve.

As the grand pantheon entered his field of sight, he took his time in gauging each of those present with six eyes brimming with curiosity. He came to a gradual stop in his tracks to quietly observe what his fellow deities were up to, openly watching them in their collective works and behaviors.
Daniel
Hearing so many already happy to lend their support... Eased a great deal of worry from Vivienne's heart. Her shoulders relaxed a bit, and she allowed a relieved smile to cross her face. Just because it was in reach didn't mean it was done, however. She still needed to nail this landing, and thus... "My name is Vivienne," She started with an introduction, standing tall, her tone serious. "Some of you may know me, many of you will not. I have come to request your help in the creation of a dream, which I don't mean in the metaphorical sense. You see, one could consider me a type of fortune teller. I am skilled at divining the future, and dreams are the medium with which I do it."

"My goal is to share this power with as many as I can. Not just deities but mortals too. For those of us concerned with our mortals, who wish to see them prosper, I offer this power for damage prevention. Disaster strikes fast and often, and these prophetic dreams could be their one saving grace, alerting them ahead of time that lightning is going to strike, or a fire is going to rage. And for those of us understandably more worried about our own fate, I bring a warning." Her tone shifted from serious to dire, her stand becoming stiffer.

"Though gods we may be, immortal we are not. Many of us fancy ourselves above the death and catastrophe that befalls are creations below, but are we not ourselves creations of a being larger than us? Look into the stars above, the stars that represent our lives. There is one who tread among us, that had a star up in the void just as we did. One that has since been snuffed out. They may have been the first, but they will not be the last. Some may be lost through conflict, some through simply being reabsorbed by Gaia. But many will fall to a disaster none of us even *Know* About." For a moment, she paused, recollecting herself.

"Upon my birth, I had a dream. A dream of rot and hate. Indistinct. Incomprehensible. But overwhelming to a degree I have never witnessed before. It's a disaster that would have blindsided us in any other situation. But I have been blessed with this power, and thus, we can prepare. With this, all of us have a better chance at survival, whenever that disaster may strike." She looked up with a meaningful expression, meeting the gaze of as many gods as she could.

"How it can be done is this. I shall take all willing to help back to my realm. Hypnagogia, out in the distant reaches in our world. Over there, I am maintaining a dream plane with a sleeping fragment of my body. This plane is a mirror of my realm, and the crux of all our plans. As this plane is sustained by my dream, all who dream in it can witness fragments of the future."

"In Hypnagogia, we will all have to sleep. If you do not feel comfortable sleeping with the totality of your consciousness, you may feel free to leave a fragment to stand guard, your contribution will just end up proportionally less. Upon falling asleep, your consciousness will, in a sense, 'wake up' in that dream realm. This is not the shared dream I desire, however. There will still be a veil separating you from the others. You will have to seek out the others as best you can, and tear down that veil when you find it. When a sufficient number of us have all connected, the sheer weight of our divine power will expand the dream, rendering it forever accessible to all who sleep. I will be there, I have expertise in this, and will be helping as many as I can, but I am not omnipotent."

"And lastly..." At this point, Vivienne's voice was starting to get noticeably tired. She dropped the elegant facade, curling into a ball in the air and resting her head on her knees. "Yes, you will be able to shift your surroundings around you. Yes, it might happen unconsciously. Please be reasonable about it, at least, until the ritual has been completed. After that... Have fun?" And with that, her mouth stretched wide in a big yawn. "Any questions?"
Irene
"Can we expand the goals of these... Dreams... To include messages of hope as well? Solutions? Great feats not yet accomplished? Could they not reveal what could be so as to give the dreamer motivation to DO, as opposed to fearing for the future?"
William
Haventar cleared his lack-of-a-throat loudly, seeming a little disturbed by something. **"Surely, my lady, you do not intend to circumvent death?"** Haventar spoke loudly, with an ever so slight jab of accusation, he looked around to address all those present, **"I am Haventar, the Lord of Rest, it is my purpose to part the dead from their physical bonds into eternity. I mean no disrespect, Vivienne, but I would not be so inclined to withhold the dead from their slumber by means of foresight."** Haventar paused for a moment, considering his next statement, **"I am not opposed to your plan, but I call for adjustments to your vision, that we may all prosper without unbalancing the world."** Haventar placed his right hand in his left behind his back. **"I say we do not interfere with death, let the fate of mortals be their own, they live or die on their own. Beyond the scope of death, of course, I am in support of this proposal."** Haventar bowed his head in respect and waited for a response.
Daniel
Vivienne turned to regard Aarus first, the god that had hugged her earlier. It followed that such an... Enthusiastic deity would propose such an idea. "The dreams will only have what you put in them. If you bring these optimistic feelings to life in the dream, then many who dream in the future will likewise see such optimistic sights." What she left unsaid was the implication that the inverse was true as well. With any luck, if she didn't mention it, no one would try it.

Next was Haventar's question. She had to admit, she hadn't even considered some would view death as something positive rather than negative. She lifted a hand to her face, tapping a finger against her cheek, taking a moment to deliberate. "When it comes down to it, death is ultimately inescapable, for deities and mortals alike. All that has a beginning must too have an end. To that end, all prophesizing could be considered 'delaying the inevitable.' It won't save one from their inevitable end, but it will let them live more fruitfully for the limited time they do have. I would contest that those who pass fulfilled rest more peacefully than those with doubts and regrets. And speaking from a personal perspective." She paused, a melancholic smile flickering across her face. "I would much prefer to leave this world happy that I have done all I can, than despairing over the time I didn't get. Death is **The** End, so at least let it be a good one. That said..." Her composure returned. "If my plea does not compel you, then I would be willing to add some restrictions. Say, limited to rare, exceptional individuals, or to those who live shorter lives?"
Ernestine
Casus took a moment to ponder the monumentality of the idea. After hearing Vivienne's answers, he spoke. 

"I am no stranger to disaster and misfortune. I have had my fair share of loss. Trying to overcome fate may be a step too far, and yet, this seems to be a prudent decision. Why not tip the scales of fortune to side of the meek? Preserving all of our creations until their proper end should be a priority. I will lend my power to this cause, and call any other who can to do so as well. May all of you rest assured that Luck will be on our side."

Finished speaking, Casus nodded solemnly towards Vivienne and the other deities.
Sidney
"I must ask..."

The low drawl came from Aphot, who had been looking on impassively thus far, thoughts encrypted behind a blank expression. "These dreams you wish to give to mortals... I, too, have been gifted with foresight. Are you proposing that the knowledge such ability grants should be freely given to them?"

He tilted his head, a finger coming to rest beneath his chin. "Furthermore, how do we know that this does not simply accelerate this future disaster you speak of, if we simply hand mortals answers we know not for certain what they will do with? And what will be the lasting benefit for the rest of us other than a vague promise of an extended chance of survival?"