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.]

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[wildmage_daine]

Daine scowls. He's missing the point. "There are other rifts out there - probably more than most folk even know about. And if this rift isn't going to take me home, why stay in Manhattan? I'd do better out in the wilderness." She huffs once, bitterly. "Or whatever passes for it." Maybe she'll aim for Canada or something.

[fucking_ebay]

"Why do anything?" snaps Peter, who doesn't have an actual argument. He doesn't want her to leave, but that's stupid and he won't say it. "So what, you're going to go live in the woods with the beavers? How's that supposed to be better?"

[wildmage_daine]

Well, of course he doesn't understand. He's from a universe like this one, where most two-leggers can't function outside of a city or town and wouldn't dare venture anywhere without a car to protect them. Daine lets out an impatient (and slightly contemptuous) huff of air.

"I can survive just fine out in the wilderness. That would be closer to home for me than Manhattan ever was."