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Enchantment Under the Sea

Tonight, the dreamers of Manhattan will find themselves transported to what is unmistakably a high school gymnasium. Granted, it's lavishly decorated in blues, greens, and violets. There are jellyfish made of tissue paper and streamers, painted cardboard fish are dangling from ceiling, and an abundance of transparent balloons serve as substitute bubbles. Tables and chairs are clustered around the periphery for those who'd like to sit, but the majority of the floor is open for dancing. Along one wall, folding tables hold snacks and bowls of punch. There's no DJ to be seen, but a sound system is playing a steady stream of classic dance songs.

It's impressive work for a nonexistent prom committee, all things considered.

But the setting is not the only thing that hearkens back to one's teenage years. The dreamers will find, regardless of age or species, that they're now saddled with the hormones of an average sixteen-year-old human being… and with the delightful mood fluctuations and bouts of irrationality that come with the package. (Dreamers who are already teenagers might be said to be getting a reprieve… but dealing with adults in such a state will be trying enough on its own. Someone has to chaperone, right?)

The good news for dreamers who aren't into dances is that there's an entire high school to explore, though the hallways will only be half-lit and many of the classrooms will be locked up. Even the parking lot and athletic fields are accessible, but dreamers may find themselves getting mysteriously turned around if they try to actually leave school property.

[ooc: you all know the drill. Any and all characters are welcome, regardless of whether or not they're in the game. Dreamers may remember or forget the events of the party at the player's discretion.]

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Oh, they're drinking it all at once? He can do that. Rashad chugs his punch, but remains as rock steady as before as he sets the glass back down. "Not yet," he informs Johnny. "We will have to keep trying."

Because yes, it would amuse him to be drunk. Anything would amuse him right now, anything so long as it lasts -- and if he seems distracted for a moment as he scans the crowd, it's because he's looking for another fix to prolong his feelings before they peter out.

Johnny laughs outright. "God, you're... so fucking weird." He slaps Rashad on the back, then leans heavily on him, feeling ever drunker. "You're all right, man." He wonders if he should allude to the kiss, or try it again, or... god, what should he do, here? This is a strange situation. Probably he should drink more.

"I know." He should enjoy this moment while it lasts, so Rashad takes the opportunity presented by Johnny's closeness to kiss him again, no questions asked. He's starting to see why mortals do that, though later he'll mostly think about how unsanitary this is.

Oh. Okay. Johnny grins and parts his lips a little, letting himself enjoy the moment, because why not. Rashad is too weird to imagine a real relationship with him, but at this point Johnny will pretty much take whatever he can get from whoever wants to give it. He's getting the impression Rashad doesn't do this very often, so he sets his hands at Rashad's hips and pulls him a little closer. That's how you do.

Was his position unsatisfactory? Belatedly Rashad remembers that it's relatively rare to see two male mortals engaging in this act, but Johnny doesn't seem to mind and just now Rashad is enjoying it. He lets himself settle closer against the other man even as his eyes flick open for a moment to look at another couple giggling and pawing at each other against the wall...and there, their movements slowing and both of them pausing to catch their breath as Rashad lets out a rumbling sound in his throat and nips Johnny's lip in a manner probably not quite where he meant it to land on the sexy vs. painful scale.

Johnny whines sharply at the sudden bite, surprised - Rashad's more capable than he thought, maybe. It is harder than he expected, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. This is just - wow, this is not what he expected. He slides his hands from Rashad's hips up to his chest and shifts his weight down, no longer reaching up, the height difference starting to take its toll. Rashad will have to bend down a little to continue kiss him, but Johnny doesn't mind that either.

He twists his head a little to mouth at Rashad's neck, in the back of his mind thinking should we go somewhere else? but that's too much effort, and the furthest he's moving is a few steps back, pushed lightly by their momentum and Rashad's weight, until his back is pressed against the wall. That's better.

Rashad's efforts are clumsy at best, an enthusiastic display of the lust he has absorbed rather than an actual attempt to build or relieve arousal. When he is afraid, he shakes and screams. When he is happy, he leaps and laughs and shouts. When he is lustful -- and he is so very rarely lustful -- it seems this is what he does.

He kisses Johnny's temple, attaching his pleasure to the way in which Johnny allows him to continue because that is the stimulus available. Some mortal instinct makes him press his body close, but he lacks the anatomy to react to his feelings the way many mortal men would under these circumstances. His own hands slide downward, looking for a comfortable place to put themselves. He finds himself fascinated by the shape of Johnny's body, and smooths his hands over the curve of the other man's hips.

"Jesus," Johnny whispers, his breath hitching. What is happening right now? Why is he doing this? He can't find an available reason not to. He wants it. Rashad seems extremely into it. There's something that feels off, but he can't place it, and what's more he can't focus, too drunk and dizzy with desire to do anything but arch against Rashad's thigh.

"I, uh," he says softly. "Um."

He doesn't know what he's trying to say. Some kind of negotiation maybe? But where would he even begin? Maybe it's better if he doesn't say anything, if they just let this unfold. Sexier that way.

Planting a kiss on the taller man's neck, he buries his fingers in Rashad's thick hair and pulls.

Rashad is not going to stop until he's done expressing his feelings, one way or the other. He doesn't know what Johnny is trying to say, but he's not particularly interested in hearing it right now. Tilting his head into the pull on his hair, he slips a hand between their bodies...and between Johnny's legs, cupping the shorter man's cock through his clothing.

"Hhah-!" Johnny gasps and jerks against him, startled by the extremely sudden gear shift. "Fuck-" He grinds into the touch, breathing heavy and wet against Rashad's skin. "Where the hell did this come from?" he asks breathlessly.

"You want it," Rashad informs him, his voice a low growl as he leans down and nips at Johnny's ear, his hand still exploring between Johnny's legs. It follows, doesn't it? He took this feeling from Johnny, originally, which means Johnny feels the same way and that Johnny therefor wants this. Never mind that that was several minutes ago or that Rashad has since bolstered himself with the emotions of other mortals; he's enjoying himself and Johnny doesn't exactly seem to be objecting.

Rashad doesn't press hard enough to hurt, but his touch is firm and insistent as he feels out the concealed shape, oddly fascinated by that which he himself lacks.

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Johnny can't realize, of course, how literal Rashad is being here - he just shivers, his breath hitching, some part of him unsettled by the cold statement, as opposed to a question; the rest of him, the reactionary impulses, are only drawn in harder by what seems like an expression of dominance. He ruts hard against Rashad's hand, gripping at his sleeves, bruising his back against the wall.

Still though. There's something really off, here, and it's finally starting to sink through the layers of mind-alteration currently cloaking him from making good decisions. Rashad's eyes are all wrong, he doesn't look like he's enjoying this, he looks - he looks hungry.

"Wait," he says, a little breathless. His fingers tighten around Rashad's arms and he tries to brace back. "Wait, stop it. We should - we shouldn't do this."

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Rashad doesn't close the gap, but there's not much of a gap Johnny can make with his back against the wall and Rashad's larger body blocking his egress. He doesn't let go, either, or stop the movement of his hand. "There is no reason we shouldn't," he argues, either not recognizing or not acknowledging Johnny's objection for what it is. This feeling won't last forever, and he wants to experience it to its fullest while he has it. If anything, they should be hurrying matters up, not worrying themselves over mortal sexual mores.

Once she'd had some time to enjoy the outdoors with Andrew for a bit, Bee found herself feeling a little better about the strangely affecting dream atmosphere, and more willing to interact with people, though perhaps on a limited basis. She and Andrew agree to go into the gym together so they can be each other's safety nets should bad feelings flare back up again.

As soon as they step in they each have a look around, and almost immediately she spots something that makes her tense up and grip Andrew's hand a lot harder. Someone she doesn't know - but she doesn't like the look of him, even with her dulled senses she gets an immediate sense of wrongness - has someone else pinned against a wall. Someone smaller and undoubtedly weaker, and probably not in the right state to deal with this situation. He looks a little afraid.

She's seen this before. It's too familiar. Her eyes narrow and old rage flares up, her skin heating uncomfortably. She'd be sweating if that were something she did anymore. She hates feeling this angry, unable to control it - so like before, when she walked on her friends, well, one friend, at age seventeen.

They're close enough to hear Johnny's protest, and Rashad's bizarrely inadequate response. She frowns tightly and steps forward, trusting Andrew to follow.

"Hey!" she snaps, and reaches in between them. She's not strong enough to deal with the aggressor, but Andrew's already seeing to that; the boy seems shaky and confused, not quite ready to make a run for it, so Bee shrugs off any proprietary impulses and lifts him bodily off the floor, her arms around his waist. He's taller than her by several inches, but he's so very tiny, it's not that hard. She staggers back and carries him away, out the door of the gym, and sets him on the floor outside.

"Are you okay??" she asks, looking him over attentively.

---

Johnny stumbles back against the wall, breathing heavily, and looks down at his mysterious rescuer. He'd seen Andrew briefly, but he'd been too confused by being suddenly picked up by a tiny girl to really react.

"Uh," he says. "Uh, yeah." No point feeling embarrassed. He rubs at the back of his neck, bewildered but relieved. "Thanks."

"He said stop," says a cold voice from behind Rashad as a hand pulls on his shoulder.

Andrew doesn't know exactly what's going on here, but he's seen enough to agree with Bee's assessment of the situation. He's no stranger to consensual sex masquerading as something darker, which is perhaps what makes it so immediately obvious to him that this is not that. Johnny's look of fear is real, as is the larger man's dismissal of his objections, and Bee hardly needs tell Andrew to step in and assist. He's not exactly planning to take the man on; fortunately his actions have the intended effect of getting the unknown assailant to turn and loosen his grip. Andrew's also not exactly expecting Bee to reach in and pick Johnny up, but it's clearly an effective strategy to judge by how quickly she's able to extract him and whisk him away.

"Nope," he says when Rashad makes an abortive move after Johnny and Bee, Andrew putting a hand on the other man's chest in warning. He has no way of knowing what sort of creature he's talking to, but knowing likely wouldn't change anything. "You're staying here while we have a chat with Johnny."

---

Rashad is disconcerted to find that he was entirely unaware of the approach of these two mortals. He looks at the one confronting him in confusion, lust still pounding through him. He makes a little movement after the one carrying both Johnny and a rich source of anger only to be interrupted again, thoughts too scattered for him to successfully feed and take on that rage for himself. He still wants to kiss and press and leave marks, but he's left abruptly without a target for feelings that he can already feel beginning to ebb again.

"But you're pregnant," he objects, as if it has relevance beyond its inexplicability. He doesn't receive a reply beyond a disdainful raised eyebrow as the stranger turns to depart, following after the other two.

---

Andrew emerges from the gym looking flushed and perturbed from the unexpected encounter. "Are you alright?" he echoes too sharply when he sees Johnny and Bee.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay." Johnny glances up at Andrew, a little startled by the increased roundness of his belly. It looks - uh. Well it's weird, but he's in no place to question it. He still feels confused, and turned on, and now a lingering sense of embarrassment, but it's not important. Bee and Andrew dealt with it so fast and assuredly that there's almost no room for him to freak out.

"Thanks," he says again. "Both of you. That was, uh." He's not sure how to even describe what just happened. He doesn't really want to think about it. He rests his back against the wall and slides down to sit. "That was weird."

---

Bee frowns sympathetically and sits down beside him, taking his hand. "As long as he didn't hurt you," she says. "And you mustn't blame yourself. This dream is messing around in all our heads."

She can't be sure he's blaming himself, but that is usually what people do after this sort of thing. She looks up at Andrew nodding as if to suggest that he sit on the other side of Johnny.

"My name's Bee," she tells Johnny. "This is Andrew. What's yours?"

---

"Johnny." He glances at her, and at Andrew again. "We've met, like... in another of these. You know Jodie, right?"

Andrew's more than ready to sit down; it's fortunate that this isn't his real, corporeal body or he'd likely regret having been on his feet so long already. He eases himself down on the other side of Johnny, movements ginger even though he ought to be able to move as nimbly as he pleases in a dream. "We met in the one with the boats," he agrees. He knows Jodie, yes, but he doesn't think Bee knows Jodie, so the less said about her the better.

He opens his mouth to make some comment about how he doesn't know the other man, or about what just happened, but neither seems helpful. Instead he lets out a sigh and shuts his mouth again, opting to go for a bit of hand-holding instead, apparently not realizing that uninvited touch could be an even worse move.

Johnny doesn't really mind. He's a little surprised at the contact on both sides, coming from two relative strangers no less, but he finds it comforting.

---

"Jodie?" Bee sits up straighter, suddenly pleased. "I met Jodie in that dream with the - the houses? The twin houses. She seemed really nice. I didn't know you knew her!" She grins at Andrew, hoping maybe she can meet up with Jodie again, and then smiles back at Johnny. She really likes this sense of family happening here, all these rifties knowing each other... it makes her feel nice and secure.

---

Johnny doesn't quite feel that, and he hesitates a little at Bee's enthusiasm. He has a hard time picturing Jodie or Aiden wanting to spend time around someone so bubbly, but... he doesn't know her that well, after all.

"She's great," he says with a shrug. After a moment he pulls both his hands back and puts them in his lap. "Hey, um. I might go... wander around some more. I gotta keep moving. If I can avoid him, then... I should be fine." He doesn't like the idea of just sitting here. Especially not when he still feels horny and hungry for attention. These two are nice, and Bee's pretty hot, but somehow he imagines he's not her type.

"Thanks," he says again to both of them, feeling a bit awkward about it. He gets up, not really expecting either of them to follow. Indeed, Bee scoots over to fill the space, leaning her head on Andrew's shoulder.

"If you're sure!" she says, smiling.

Johnny gives them a vague nod, puts his hands in his pockets and heads back to the gym, casting a furtive glance around to make sure Rashad is nowhere nearby.

Oh, they can talk about Jodie...probably not Aiden still, but Andrew grins when Bee reveals that she, too, is in Jodie's social circle. "She is--" he starts to say, though he's hardly going to explain that he met her (in the waking world, anyway) when Aiden prevented his death by falling air conditioner. Johnny saves him sidestepping that particular issue by deciding he wants to leave already, and Andrew's smile fades into a worried look for the young man.

"Oh," he says, shifting a little to let Bee get comfortable. "Alright."

Watching Johnny go, furtive looks and all, he murmurs to Bee, "Think he'll be alright?"

"I think so," she says, though she's not really sure. It was too brief a meeting to get a real read on him. "He seems, um. Scrappy?" She giggles, embarrassed by the word choice. "Do you want to go back in? We could keep an eye out for more trouble. Like spies!"

"With the turn this party just took? Yeah, I think we'd better."

They make a pretty good team, don't they? Weird. Still, being the vigilantes of the prom is a big step upward from crying in the toilets, and maybe they can do a little good for people while they're here.

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Enchantment Under the Sea

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oh dear

this can only end in tears

DUB CON CITY, sorry everyone :|

YEP BOARDED THE BULLET TRAIN TO THAT PLACE

terribleness intensifies

um yeah

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cw: rape culture dialog and thoughts; dub con continues

everything is so fucking creepy forever

ABORT ABORT

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