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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[bibliophale]

Aziraphale chuckles - that is an interesting way to think about it, and perfectly valid, he supposes. "Fair enough," he says. "It just seems... well. Indulgent." But then, what has he been for the last several thousand years, if not indulgent? Helping Crowley stop Armageddon was nothing but indulgence. He frowns, thumbing thoughtfully at his chin.

"But I suppose the Rift is the new Authority," he muses. An idea he'd mentioned to Crowley as well, though with admittedly little to back it up. "I mean, I've never dreamed before, really. I don't go in for it. But I can't seem to help myself. And the way I met you almost seemed like it was supposed to happen."

If Aziraphale really thought about it, or rather if Crowley were here to point it out, there's actually nothing to imply that his first meeting of Sunshine was anything but rote coincidence. But Aziraphale has always had a hard time with the idea that there isn't something overseeing his every move.

"I just wish I knew what it wanted from me," he sighs.

[rae_of_sun]

She pulls a face at the thought of the rift being Aziraphale's new god. Yeesh. Granted, it's probably the most powerful force in this particular universe, but that doesn't mean anyone should be making burnt offerings to the damn thing - or wondering what it wants, for that matter. She's pretty sure all it wants is to make people miserable.

As for how she met Aziraphale… she's pretty certain it was pure coincidence. But the thought of it being somehow ordained is kind of charming, and she doesn't really want to argue with him about it. Calling him out is one thing, but bursting his bubble seems unnecessarily mean-spirited.

Well, except for the part where he thinks the rift is in charge. "Maybe it doesn't want anything." Sunshine lifts a hand for as long as it takes to scrape her hair out of her face. "It could just be a weird natural phenomenon, like a tornado or something." This isn't normally the side she takes - not so much because she thinks the rift has a plan, but because it's so easy to think of it as somehow sentient. But that doesn't mean it's true.

[bibliophale]

"Hm... I suppose." Aziraphale doesn't want to admit it, but the idea of not having any Authority is deeply disconcerting to him. Still, the reverse is clearly disconcerting to her. He claps his hands together in an abrupt bout of cheeriness. "Well, I suppose we'll all find out at some point, or maybe not. What's to be done now, then?" He glances around at the water. "Not in the mood for a swim? You have a lovely tail for it."