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.]

Comments

[etherthief]

"Uh," says Iman, as Aqil says, "The latter, I guess?"

"Not in so many words," Iman follows up, looking askance at the crow as he flaps from branch to branch overhead. "I don't even know how I got here, it might just be that I don't like being lost in the woods at night with no idea where I am. And a talking bird who knows me intimately."

"Company helps," says Aqil breezily, dropping down to settle on her shoulder.

She really wants to brush him off, but something holds her back. She frowns sullenly. Not really like her to acknowledge something like that, but okay then. It's out now.

"Yeah." She folds her arms tightly, sort of hugging herself against the cold. "Pretty much I'm just hoping some bear doesn't decide it's hungry. Or that there's not anything worse out there. You?"

The whole idea of the question is weird - why does there have to be a thing she's running from anyway? Couldn't she be running to somewhere? But somehow it seems the thing to ask.