Encampment Under the Sea [Open to All]

[applesaucemod]

Since the dreamers of Manhattan had such a lovely time at the last vaguely-nautical-themed party, the Rift has decided to step things up a notch. Tonight, the dreamers will find themselves in what appears to be a city very much like the one they inhabit in the waking world, full of towering skyscrapers, neon signs, and heavy traffic. But there is one rather crucial difference: this city is located deep underwater, and the aforementioned traffic is mostly whales and fish, with the occasional submersible thrown into the mix.

The walls and windows are heavily reinforced to withstand the pressure of the water outside, and the people who dwell in these buildings seem to be doing rather well for themselves, for the most part. Buildings are connected by enclosed walkways, so barring any horrible accidents, the dreamers should have no problem getting around without getting too wet.

Much like the city they inhabit in the waking world, some areas are more obviously affluent than others, and the dreamers are as likely to stumble upon an upscale club as an underwater pub. But while the chances of a full structural breakdown are slim, there are definitely some areas that are on the leaky side, and a general sense of claustrophobia pervades the city wherever you might find yourself.

Explore. Or, if you're feeling particularly ambitious, attempt to escape. Either way, take care - it's hard to say what might be lurking in the darkness just beyond the city lights.



[ooc: Y'all know the drill. All characters are welcome, whether they are in the game or not. Characters can remember or forget the events of the dreaming at the player's discretion. And the party never stops - backtag into infinity!]

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[rae_of_sun]

"Oh." Sunshine takes the flower - hell, what else is she supposed to do? - and directs her smile up at him. "Um. Thank you." It's… sweet of him? Presuming you don't think too hard about the fact that it's the equivalent of… what, a hair? Don't think about it, Sunshine.

Except now she feels like she ought to give him something (her ability to vaguely understand him doesn't count). What do you give a talking tree? What would a tree-person want?

The same thing she does, probably. And she can't just inject him with sunlight the way Aziraphale could. She twirls the flower's stem between her fingertips. brow furrowed, and then inspiration strikes. "Here," she says, tucking the flower behind one ear so she can use both hands to dig into her pocket for her little knife. "It's not as good as the real thing, but it's better than nothing."

Her fingers close around the jackknife, and she pulls it out of her pocket and cups it in her hands. It's not that dark here, but it's dark enough; the knife glows a warm, comforting gold, the light streaming out between her fingers like the sun breaking through cloud cover. "Sunshine," she explains with a wry smile.

[personalhouseplant]

He smiles at the acceptance of his offering, and then tilts his head at the apparent exchange. It was not meant to be a suggestion of trade, but then the counter offer is so surprising and wonderful he cannot help but smile and hum appreciatively.

"Groot," he replies, Thank you.

He lifts a hand to examine the strange knife-light, letting it dance over his fingers; then he opens his palm and releases his own sort of light.

Fireflies, Peter calls them. They drift gently out of the many cracks in his wood and hover around them, a cloud of glowing particles, joining the warm light of Sunshine's knife.

He smiles in satisfaction. "I am Groot," he says, and this time really just means, more or less, I am Groot.