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applesaucedream2014-10-30 06:02 pm
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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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Venia lowering themself down is a huge relief - Johnny slips down with them, sliding to the ground and resting against their back. When Gabe comes down beside him he immediately leans over, reaching out to Nova without reclaiming, just lacing their fingers together across her back and pressing against him and kissing him avidly, unfocused and unnaturally, unabashedly intimate. It's like being drunk, but so much better.
He's so, so close to saying it again - the thing he really doesn't want to say, once was too many times - but he's saved by the sudden shift in their surroundings. He breaks away long enough to take in the sudden appearance of snow, strangely comforting, giving everything a more picturesque quality. Colder, but it's hard to be cold pillowed by a giant griffin. He grins and rests his head on Gabe's shoulder.
"Thanks," he says, whether for the environmental change or just everything, ever, is open to interpretation.
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As Johnny settles in next to him, Venia curls around them, first stretching out a massive paw, then turning just a bit further to rest their head down onto Johnny's lap. Venia sighs, contented, when Johnny lifts a hand to rest on her beak.
"Yeah," Gabriel replies, though if he means to accept the thanks or say it back he doesn't clarify. Probably both.