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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[fucking_ebay]

"Or more inclined to pick us off while it can," counters Peter, ever the pessimist despite all the evidence to the contrary (like, say, the fact that it didn't pick any of them off when they were in groups of two and unarmed).

He holds out the second stake to Cascia, who just snorts. "What am I going to do with that?" she asks derisively.

[wildmage_daine]

Both wolves give Peter a startled look. "If it wanted easy pickings, it would have attacked while we were weaponless," Coromotto says, quite reasonably, all things considered. He's tempted to just take the second stake himself, but that would make speaking difficult, so he nods at Peter, instead. "Maybe you should put that in your belt or somesuch."

[fucking_ebay]

Cascia chuckles, somehow able to take joy in Peter looking like an idiot despite being Peter. Peter scowls at her but stuffs one of the stakes under his belt as directed. "We should keep moving," he says, as if that will make him sound like some kind of authority on how not to get your throat torn out by a vampire in the woods.