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Entry tags:
- character: daine sarrasri,
- character: desire,
- character: gabriel,
- character: iman asadi,
- character: johnny truant,
- character: lucifer,
- character: peeta mellark,
- character: spike,
- character: sunshine,
- dropped: alianne,
- dropped: calliope,
- dropped: charley pollard,
- dropped: dana cardinal,
- dropped: daniel jackson,
- dropped: illyria,
- dropped: jane eyre,
- dropped: julian bashir,
- dropped: lucy saxon,
- dropped: seth,
- dropped: the doctor (12),
- dropped: the doctor (8),
- dropped: topher brink,
- dropped: zagreus,
- party post,
- retired: aziraphale,
- retired: bee,
- retired: crowley,
- retired: melanie,
- retired: peter vincent
Tender Lumplings Everywhere, Life's No Fun Without A Good Scare [Open to All]

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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"But we haven't seen anything," Melanie hastens to add, so Aziraphale won't worry.
Niko changes again, then shuffles one of his paws through the leaves. "Is this a panda?" he wonders aloud. "I feel like I might be a panda."
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"That's fascinating," murmurs Aziraphale, just as Niko changes into a 'panda'.
"Ahh..." Orisa peers down at him, studying his odd and rather unnerving feet.
"Not exactly," says Aziraphale delicately. "I suppose you've never seen a proper panda before, have you?"
"Doesn't matter, at any rate. This shape'll properly scare off any missscreants," says Orisa. She starts crawling back toward Aziraphale, who extends his arms again to help her up. She loops back around him and settles there, loose and lazy.
"I believe they're our souls," says Aziraphale, regarding Orisa a bit dubiously as he says so. He's still not quite ready to accept that his soul is apparently beffiting the body of a serpent. Some sort of cosmic joke, must be. "I wonder if yours is able to change shape because of your - condition?"
"Perhapsss," says Orisa thoughtfully. "Because you've got more than one lifeform living in you. Can fungusss have a soul?"
"Search me," says Aziraphale, shrugging and jostling Orisa a bit, causing her to hiss in his ear. "But nor do angels, really. Certainly not souls that look like you."
"Oh, get over yourself," sighs Orisa.
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Their theory about Niko's shape changing abilities makes her frown a little. Not that she has any better ideas. Maybe they should be asking why Orisa can't change into other animals.
But it's Niko who responds, and with a surprising amount of force. "No," he says firmly, shifting into a more recognizable lion shape, his tail twitching uneasily. "I'm not the hungry part. I'm the Melanie part." He butts the crown of his head against Melanie's chest, and she puts her arms around his neck, both flattered and embarrassed by the outburst.
"I think he's right," she says, giving his neck a comforting scritch. "If the cordyceps had a soul, so would all the trees and things, right? So would that," she points out a moss-covered rock, which is conspicuously short any talking animals.
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"Might just be a human thing," Orisa offers.
"Well, whatever the reason," says Aziraphale, running a hand absentmindedly along her scaly body. She hisses softly in pleasure, and it does make him feel better, he notes. "It's good that he's here and can protect you. These woods are a terrible place to be alone, even if there isn't actually anything out there. Though I'm not sure of that, one way or the other."
He lifts his head and scans their surroundings, still feeling a bit paranoid. "Do you want to explore?" he asks the committee. "Or just rest a while?"