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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[eighth]

For a moment the Doctor's confused, surprised at thinking the TARDIS dislikes Leela so much she doesn't want to see her again, but then he realises it's quite the opposite.

"Oh, no no no, she's not in Manhattan," he clarifies, his smile returning. "She's just in the dream. She's still back where she should be." He had been worried at first too, of course. He doesn't know how well Leela would've fitted into New York City. Although perhaps slightly better than an Gallifrey, all things considered.

[theoldgirl]

Well, that's certainly good, and she nods. "I have met a few people here who had not come through the rift fully," she agrees, though she leaves the 'yet' unsaid. There's always hope that the rift hasn't marked Leela by dragging her mind here.

Not wanting to ruin the Doctor's mood with her gloom, she fidgets by scraping a hoof through the by now rather thick wild growth beneath her feet, and tilts her head in thought. "You ought to show me what sort of fun one can have in a form such as this," she suggests just a little bit indulgently.