Kelly
Silly heard Vivienne's speech, and all the many other questions that followed. As each one was answered, the little puddle that was her rippled, and the bells atop her cap jiggled. They ringed and chimed, starting slow and quiet before shaking more and more rapidly. Meanwhile, the ageing statue that was formerly her began to crack faster. Small fissures built into the stone, and it shook on the spot. 

"Eeeeeee-"

Like a kettle boiling over, a long high-pitched squee could be heard, breaking through the cracks of the statue. The closest thing to a presence she had in the hall. Silly had her question. It bottled up inside her, and frothed over the top. She wanted to know. She *Needed* To know. But she was in the naughty corner. She wasn't permitted to leave. And she wasn't permitted to speak.
David
*Nineveh listened intently, clamping his mouth shut as he listened to Vivienne speak, wondering why they hadn't spoken before, maybe it had just been a stroke of bad luck. His ears flicked back and forth, listening to the others speak while he pondered what these 'dreams' could be like, thinking back in his memory to see if maybe he had ever dreamed. Nothing seemed to stir up any recollections, though the vaguest hint of something flutter at the back of his mind, slipping like sand through his fingers when he reached for the fleeting thought. He shook his head and did his best to throw off the feeling of dread that had settled deep within his bones, tuning his mind back into the conversation and listening closely once more. What now had begun to worry him was how Vivi talked about prophetic dreams and perhaps the need for them, anxiety gnawing at his gut as the words flowed easily from her lips. So it seemed that it was not just him who had these thoughts and the terror of flitting out of the world wrapped around his throat so tightly it felt like something was gripping it tightly*

"I do.. I.. I feel as if maybe we should create these prophetic dreams.. But maybe only gift them to those who can be trusted.. Leaving so many of our beloved creations to die at the hands of fate.. When you know that you could stop the extinction of them.. It.. It's just so.. *Wrong..*"

*The words left his lips in a soft, almost breathless manner, his face pale and hands wringing in front of his body quickly, ears pressed firmly against his head. He did not know if it was his place to speak, as he had just arrived, but there was something inside him that wanted to protect. It made the thoughts of just allowing things to happen sting more than they should have, Nines was not an objective and dismissive god. He wrung his hands again and looked up between his eyelashes, parting his lips to speak and licking them to moisten his dry mouth*

"I would not see it as defying fate.."
Daniel
"Thank you." Vivienne allowed herself a hopeful smile, noddingly deeply at Casus. *One step closer.* 

She turned to Aphot next. There were a few questions in his statement, and she wasn't quite sure which order to answer them in. "The trick is..." She began slowly, evenly. "... You should treat *All* Prophecies as self-fulfilling. They're entirely deterministic. A rigged game. No matter which you choose, you lose. So don't worry about it." She stated, bluntly. "Most of your divinations are going to be of the non-deterministic type, and can be acted upon as normal, and the few that are, are going to blow up on you regardless of what you do. So the only correct answer is to act on them with all you can. As for your other questions, there's no way to tell in advance. All we can do is trust in our creations, and trust in ourselves. For some, such a level of trust would-" A distracting sound seeped in from the background, wresting her from her response. 

Trailing off, she turned, bewildered, to where she had last left the little jester. To her surprise, Silly had apparently taken it upon herself to literally *Melt into a puddle* And was now whining. Was... Was she *Pouting?* Vivienne felt a pang in her heart, a little stirring of guilt. She didn't mean to make the poor girl feel *Bad.* She had just gotten a little flustered. "My... My apologies for making you wait, Silly. Did you have a question of your own? Did you need something?"
Sidney
Aphot's eyes narrowed slightly in dissatisfaction, but he offered no further comment. It was a rather redundant response, nor a really helpful one, but it told him enough. He intimately knew the fallacies of divination, and it was the knowledge of that fallacy that had him skeptical. Was blind faith and trust truly going to be her answer? Did the other gods genuinely prize their mortals like precious little flowers cut from Gaia Herself?

Before further input could come, a new interruption came from the... Goddess in the corner. Aphot's gaze shifted to the commotion, where Silly... Well, was being Silly. What a curious god- one of the many curiosities Aphot witnessed this day, but ones to be contemplated later.

"I have no further objection," He said softly, uncertain he was even heard, before giving a courteous bow and surrendering the floor to whoever desired to speak next.
Kelly
**BOOM!**

And then the pressure exploded. The statue across the hall shattered, outer rock turning to dust and its inner confetti finally released. Colourful streamers flew about the hall in all directions, and an impossible amount of confetti pieces were blasted over the audience to Vivienne's talk. In the aftermath, the only one untouched by the flood of rainbow paper was the puddle of Silly, whom was shielded by Vivienee by the torrent.

The floor was caked in a three inch-thick layer of these rainbows. Like the morning after a heavy snow, only this time it was the snow from a clown. Steadily, over time the confetti would 'melt' into rainbow goop, then fizzle and evaporate away.

Meanwhile, the puddle-Silly bubbled and frothed, and the liquid rolled back into the jester cap before taking form as everyone's favourite clown (if your favourite clown isn't Silly, you're lying or have bad taste and don't count). She smiled sweetly, starry eyes looking upon Vivienne with glee, and not showing a single bit of awareness towards the confetti-sea that had layered over the group. 

"Oh-oh! Yes! Pick me, pick me! Answer my question! Oh- wait... I didn't ask my question yet. Ummm... Ummm... So... About the dreams and how the mortals will go honk shoo honk shoo, or go all hooooonk mi mi mi, and then dream and things! Yeah. I had a question about that and-"

Silly paused for a moment, the bells atop her cap jingling. 

"I forgot."
Daniel
She forgot? She... *Forgot?* "She... She forgot..." The absolute audacity of this girl stunned Vivienne to her very core. She cradled her head in her hands, still, unspeaking, but *Far* From at peace. *Ohhh this girl...* What felt like dozens of conflicting emotions swirled inside the dream deity. Surprise, anger, awe, irritation. Her body was flush with an indignant heat, begging for a release. For a moment, it was as though a brief spark flashed in her eyes. With an evil grin on her face, Vivienne took a heavy step towards Silly, followed by a second, and a third. As soon as she was within reach, she grabbed her with her lower arms, hoisting the smaller girl in much the same way she had done not long ago. "Ah, it seems I've had the wrong impression of you from the start." Her voice was smooth, dangerous, a small façade to cover the ocean of roiling emotions beneath. "I had thought you a reasonable and capable person much like myself. Now I see that you're more a house cat. A pet." With her upper two arms, she squished her cheeks, entirely unfazed as they honked at her. "It would be irresponsible of me to leave you to your own devices, so you'll be under my care from now on. You will be helping me with the ritual, and you will not be leaving my side." 

After saying that, she just put her two free hands atop Silly's silly little hat, and *Squished her* Into a little ball in her hands. A little shaping and rolling later, she dropped a large moth onto her shoulder, orange and fluffy still with her little jester cap. A moment of silence passed, then something between a yawn and a sigh escaped Vivienne, her body slumping and curling up. "If no one has anymore questions, then those who would like to participate in the ritual can accompany me back to Hypnagogia."