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]

It sort of answers his double question anyhow, even though she doesn't name names. He grimaces at the mention of someone being undead, and wishes for a moment he could sprout hind legs to go help the poor person (not that they probably can be helped).

She's being awfully civil, isn't she? Andrew doesn't trust her normal conversation act. "So much for benign transformations," he mutters, still stuck on that minotaur thing. If he's being uncharacteristically brief, it's because he's watching her like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop.

[essentiallyharmless]

Well, forgive her for not having the energy for being mean to him. Although honestly, the more time passes, the more she disassociates Andrew with the actions of the Doctor, and the more she disassociates the Doctor with her being locked up. She doesn't want to carry that anger and bitterness forever.

"I suppose even the most benign seeming transformation can be horrifying to some people," she answers. "Whereas some might actually enjoy the horrifying ones." Would the Master have minded being an undead minotaur? Who even knows.

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew, for his part, has never known what to make of a woman who basically amounted to a bizarro world version of one of the Doctor's companions. He used to think it was a shame the Master never took an interest in other species for their own sake, but it turns out they were likely better off when he didn't.

"It's all a matter of perspective, really," he says, tugging on an ear and idly picking up the thread of the conversation even while he's thinking about how to make his exit. "Some people might consider the human form itself horrifying -- just as an example, mind you, haven't met anyone like that here. Yet."