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The Big Applesauce Moderators ([personal profile] applesaucemod) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream2014-07-05 01:52 pm

The Shavings Off Your Mind are the Only Rent [Open to All]

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Picture a house. Actually, picture two houses. They're (almost) identical structures that share an uneasy coexistence, tangled together on a quantum level. One of the houses is Good: bright, cheerful, full of comfortable furniture and a pervasive feeling of safety. The other house is Evil: dingy, dilapidated, and haunted by the dreamers' greatest fears.

The good news - and bad news - is that travel from one house to the other is as simple as passing through a door. All a dreamer has to do is walk through a doorway, any doorway, and they'll find themselves in whichever house they weren't in before they crossed the threshold. Perhaps they'll step out of a beautiful library and find themselves in a threatening hallway - or perhaps they'll flee a menacing kitchen and find themselves in a perfectly safe dining room. That is the nature of the houses' entanglement: every door is a portal between the two.

There are, of course, complications. Dreamers in one house can't perceive the other; if you're in the Good house and looking through a doorway, the space beyond will look as nice and inviting as the space you're in now (until you step through that doorway, of course). Dreamers also can't really perceive one another if they're in the same room, but in different houses, though they might see a flash of movement out of the corner of their eye, or think they heard something.

Perhaps the greatest complications are the houses themselves. They have rather strong personalities, and they aren't very fond of one another. Each house will want to keep you if it can (keep you safe, in the case of the Good house, or keep you for itself, in the case of the Evil one). Dreamers may attempt to cross a hall and find the door that looked open and inviting a moment ago is now barred shut, leaving them trapped in the hall - or have doors suddenly close in their faces before they can end up anywhere unpleasant. Still, there's only so much either house can do, and even a locked door can be jimmied open or busted down.

Escape from the houses is possible, but the formal gardens beyond are similarly entangled, with neatly trimmed lawns and expertly plotted flower beds becoming overgrown tangles of nettles and algae-choked reflecting pools. An archway is as good as a door, as far as the gardens are concerned, and there are plenty of arbors and arches over the paths. Of course, dreamers may find that a sound arbor in the Good garden has collapsed in the Evil one… and heaven help anyone who dares to explore the hedge maze.





[ooc: y'all know the drill. ALL characters are welcome, regardless of whether they're in the game. Characters can remember or forget the events of the dream at the players' discretion.

Also, this dream party marks the aforementioned calendar freeze. For the next three weeks, the IG date will sit on July 3rd. Posts dated July 3rd or earlier are allowed and encouraged. The calendar will resume forward motion at a 4:1 ratio on Saturday, July 26th.]
antitimelord: (sometimes fuckers get cut)

[personal profile] antitimelord 2014-07-05 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Aaaand Zagreus' potential prissy target senses are tingling; he turns his sour glaring from the still-reproachfully-ticking clock's remains to its would-be mourner. "It personally offended me, by existing in my dream." That should clear that up. "I don't like being put in houses with clocks against my will." Somehow trying again didn't make the explanation any better.
bibliophale: (goodness gracious | what??)

[personal profile] bibliophale 2014-07-05 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that sounds like complete nonsense. Aziraphale sighs and slides off the couch, coming around to inspect the victimized timepiece. "Well, that sounds like a problem you should take up with either a governing entity or yourself. Certainly nothing breaking a clock is going to fix."

He picks up the pieces tenderly and lets them fall back together, mending the mechanisms and the lovely outer shell, so it's good as new. He beams and replaces it on the mantle. "There, now. All better."

This done, he puts his hands on his hips and faces his petulant company. "Now then, what's to be done about this mood of yours?"
antitimelord: (B()

[personal profile] antitimelord 2014-07-05 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
First of all, how dare you. "Fix...?" Zagreus is baffled and mortally offended by everything that just got said and/or done. Where to even start. What an upsetting precedent. Who fixes clocks. "It wasn't supposed to fix anything. That's not the point of pointless destruction. It's pointless, that's the point." Let's see this, whoever this is, do anything about that. "Who are you, anyway," Zagreus concedes. This dream is already getting way out of hand.
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[personal profile] bibliophale 2014-07-05 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale frowns, beginning to see that this person might already be beyond help. Only he's not really a person, is he? Now that he looks closer - hmm, there's something quite off about this one. Something that goes well beyond the meaningless destruction of aesthetically pleasing setpieces.

"My name's Aziraphale," he says, opting not to offer a hand to shake. "And who - or maybe I should say what - are you meant to be?"
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[personal profile] antitimelord 2014-07-27 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Let's keep this interaction firmly in the realm of the indicative, shall we. None of this 'meant to' nonsense. "I am Zagreus, there's your who and your what, it's a two for one deal. Which is better than you've done so far." Zagreus must be employing his native reality warping properties, because he shouldn't be able to look down at Aziraphale so disparagingly, strictly physically speaking. In conjunction with being a huge clocktouching nerd, this person is obviously a being of some power.
bibliophale: (goodness gracious | what??)

[personal profile] bibliophale 2014-07-27 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale blinks and takes a polite but wary step back. There is something happening here, a distinct ripple in the fabric of whatever. There's power here, definite but difficult to pin down and analyze. Hard to tell just how much there is, how careful he should be.

Zagreus, that sounds familiar.

"Not Dionysus," he says doubtfully, eyeing the peculiar and considerably unpleasant man. "You can't be." He dismisses it instantly as nonsense. Not just that, well, pagan gods aren't something he ever comes into contact with, he's sure he would know if he were really meeting someone of that particular caliber. And this caricature is all wrong.

He sniffs disapprovingly and declines to make another guess, and to offer any such explanation for himself. Doesn't seem prudent. "What is it about clocks that offends you so much?" he asks instead, casually.
Edited 2014-07-27 20:37 (UTC)