Halfway

[applesaucemod]

Tonight each dreamer of Manhattan will find out they're half the person they used to be.

No, really. Or at least, they're half the human[oid] they used to be. One way or another, each dreamer has been transformed into a hybrid creature from mythology. Fortunately, they find themselves at stunning fjord where those of the more aquatic persuasion can relax in the calm waters (unless, of course, the rift decides to beach them for fun) while others remain on dry ground (then again, who says a centaur can't swim?). There are trees in which bird-people can roost and warm rocks on which the cold-blooded can sun themselves, and the water of the fjord is cool, clear, and inviting. There's nothing man-made to be seen, no hint of civilization other than the dreamers themselves…and in this state, are they really so civilized?


[OOC: The usual dream party rules apply: all players and characters welcome, regardless of whether or not the character (or any character of yours) is in the game. Despite the wording, characters who did not start out looking human are welcome. Characters may remember or forget everything that happens in the Dreaming at players' discretion.]

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[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew finds himself to be a complicated sort of beast at present. From the front he's a centaur, but where the horse body ought to terminate in hind legs it instead flows into a long, frilled fish tail. The baby bulge has shifted to his more animalistic undercarriage, but in this form it's hard to say how exactly his odd body would be shaped if he weren't pregnant...and anyway, it's too awkward for him to twist into a position where he can really look at that part of himself and obsess over it. He'll just have to hope that he looks like a perfectly normal man-horse-fish.

Chuckling to himself at that thought, he zips through the water with surprising ease, breaching the surface now and then only to duck back under when he doesn't see anyone about, long tail arching and sliding under the surface behind him. He can breathe as easily underwater as above, a boon he's not going to question. Should he spot someone on one of his brief bobs above the waterline he'll stop to say hello; it wouldn't be any fun if this turned out to be a solo dream.