And the Boats Drift On [Open to All]

[applesaucemod]

The water is calm, and the night sky is filled with stars. The only light is natural: a patchy, bioluminescent glow coming from the water below, and the bright swath of the Milky Way above. It's not much, but it's more than enough to see by.

The dreamers will find themselves sitting in their own little rowboats, each stocked with two oars, a length of rope, some cushions, and a little picnic basket full of snacks. There is no visible shoreline, but it won't take the dreamers long to realize theirs are not the only boats in this shallow sea. Anything stirring in the water, be it fish or paddle, causes phosphorescent plankton to glow a bright blue, so there isn't really anywhere to hide.

Feel free to paddle around and visit the other dreamers, perhaps tying your boats together and sharing your snacks in an impromptu picnic. Or you could go for a swim - the bioluminescence makes it difficult to see the bottom, but it's not too terribly deep, so the risk of drowning is all but nonexistent. This setting, unlike the last one, isn't actively out to kill you. Or you could simply lie back and look at the stars.



[ooc: Same drill as always, folks. All are welcome, regardless of whether or not your character is in the game. Characters may remember or forget dream shenanigans at the player's discretion.]

Comments

[canofwords]

What a great place to go fishing, apparently, at least for word ships in search of fun and whimsy. Who would have thought she'd run into another friend here? Well, practically a friend, she did only almost murder him that one time.

One moment, the scene is almost serene, and in the next she's laying at Ianto's side, mimicking his position perfectly. "Still indulging your sweet tooth, Ianto? You should know that isn't good for you." It's important to start a reunion from shared memories, after all.

[i_jones]

He's been almost murdered much worse than that, and entirely murdered that one time; don't flatter yourself. He doesn't answer for a moment that might be a minute or not - it's so hard to tell, in dreams - and stares up at the sky, which isn't twinkling exactly like the night sky should, and that might alarm him if anything alarmed him anymore. When the moment passes, his brow unfurrows from thought and a small smile graces his face.

"She knows not what the curse may be," he begins, quiet but effusive. "Therefore she weaveth steadily, therefore no other care hath she, the Lady of Shallott."