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The Big Applesauce Moderators ([personal profile] applesaucemod) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream2014-10-30 06:02 pm

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

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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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[personal profile] peacefulexplorer 2014-11-07 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Some of those descriptions of the oddities and burps in time ring familiar but most don't, and Daniel has no doubt that he's somewhat reduced in his ability to conceptualize much of it. The science and specifics of time travel have never been his area of expertise. Number-related matters in general will always be beyond him.

"That is," he says with an astonished grin when the Doctor stops for breath, "wow. I mean, really, wow. I've, I've traveled to other planets and phase-shifted and even, even occasionally breached into another dimension or universe but, uh, but time travel? That's, that's just incredible. We've managed it maybe twice." Possibly three times, if that one report on time loops can ever be conceivably, reliably verified. Maybe four. It's confusing without outside confirmation.

"How, though?" Question number two already, and Daniel can hardly keep it at just that. "We've used solar flares, a ship once, but those were very, very one-time affairs. How do you manage that sort of thing regularly?"