Tender Lumplings Everywhere, Life's No Fun Without A Good Scare [Open to All]

[applesaucemod]

The woods are dark and deep, but not particularly lovely. If anything, they feel dangerous, as if something terrible might come lurching out from behind any given tree and tear into the nearest warm body. What that terrible thing might be is anyone's guess. A cat with hands? Slenderman? Stegosaurus? Actual cannibal Shia LaBeouf? All of the above in a horrible mob? It's anyone's guess. But every dreamer will be absolutely convinced that there is something unspeakable out there, and that it's after them.

The dreamers have two things on their side. The first is that there is actually nothing dangerous lurking in these woods (with the possible exception of other dreamers). The pervasive terror the dreamers are feeling is just that: a rift-given feeling, nothing more and nothing less. That snapping twig or rustle in the undergrowth is almost certainly just a squirrel or something else equally harmless.

The second is that no dreamer is alone. They all will be reunited with - or introduced to - their dæmons, a source of comfort in this dark, intimidating wilderness. However frightened the dreamers might be, at least they have someone with them who definitely doesn't want them dead.

[OOC: as ever, any and all are welcome! You don't have to be in the game to join the fun. Dreamers can remember or forget the events of the dream at the players' discretion. And the party only stops when you want it to; feel free to backtag forever.]

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[julianbashir]

Before Julian can reply, he jumps back at the sudden appearance of the little...creature thing. Agamede snuggles deeper into Julian's chest, his fingers entwined in her fur, and she bristles at the thing.

"She's mine. She's... she is me," he backtracks with a frown. "I... am pretty sure I'm real, though I don't know if this place is. I don't remember coming here, or where here is, but I think I might be dreaming. I feel that this has happened before. Not... this exactly, not here, but..." he stops babbling and takes a breath. "Sorry! I really didn't mean to run into you. My name is Julian. I was... running. Not sure where. Away. Are you in danger too?"

[interndana]

Dana nods, and tries to calm her soul-self down. "Teo, he's like us, they're just as afraid as we are."

Teotimus curls his ears down and flicks his tail, and huffs a sigh. "I suppose so," he replies.

She turns her attention back to Julian. "I'm Dana," she says to him, "and I don't know, what's out there but I'm sure it's not good. I don't know if it's doubles or librarians or, or what, but it's probably not a good idea to stay in one place for too long. He's Teotimus," she adds, stroking the galago's fur. "Does yours have a name?"

[julianbashir]

"Sorry, yes. This is Agamede. Sorry. She's... we're both a bit," he sighs when Agamede nips at him gently, slowing his words a bit.

"I'm not sure how long we've been running, but I was trying to find a place with some coverage. High ground or a cave or something. Do they have caves in the woods? I'm not sure if hiding is even a good plan. I'm pretty sure there is no plan." He hesitates.

"Librarians? Is that something you've had problems with before?"