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.]

Comments

[mr_fring]

"I understand." Gus is not entirely swayed by Rashad's overtly pragmatic manner. There's something going on there, beneath the surface, and he's not sure what to make of it yet. But it's only a dream. That knowledge helps him relax, once he's over the strangeness of it.

"Well, I have nothing to hide," he says, crouching down. He dips his hand into the water, which feels strange on his new, hard skin - colder, sharper. He must be cold blooded now. Natural for him to avoid water, then, stay where it's dry. His new form is fitting, in that way. He wonders whether it was his own subconscious that chose this body, or the rift.

"We can talk about this more thoroughly when we're awake and in our proper bodies," he says with good humor. There are, of course, things Rashad will not be privy to. Newcomers don't get to know everything simply because they ask the right questions. Gus has always known that. "I'll be keeping an eye out for you."

[omnomnom_feels]

"And I you," replies Rashad. "It will be a relief to have somewhere to rest my head." It won't, but that seems correct. He watches the not-beastman dabble in the water and wonders how it can be that this waking world does not have such beings. The cue to make his graceful exit from the conversation whooshes by over his head and he just stands there, as satisfied to remain next to Gus as he would be to go anywhere else.