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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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He turns, standing at a profile to the former God-King, and brushes a few imaginary specks of dust off of the sleeves of his jacket. Nick's clothes have gone through a lot in the time since Lucifer took him, but through the Apocalypse and what came after, they've remained exactly the same. Not a stitch out of place.
"There's something very powerful in the universe I'm in that has influence even over beings like us. Every once in a while, it pulls us into this... shared consciousness." He makes a wide gesture, encompassing everything around them. "You've simply gotten caught in the area of effect, it seems."
It did the same to him, once-- pulled him into a dream with Gabriel before he'd even been heading down into the Cage.
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"Loathsome," murmurs Illyria, her shell's lip curling, "to think we would walk in minds with mortals."
The Morningstar has made no further move to attack her, she notes with a faint tremor of disappointment. The battle would have been glorious and could have raged on for many days and nights. They could tear a hole in the dreamstuff-consciousness and rip themselves back into waking. She will not act as though the thought does not tempt her but with the understanding that battles fought on this plane will be useless and without consequence, she finds that her interest in resuming their engagement has waned.
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Like having some Lovecraftian horrorterror speak of him with any sort of kinship, as though she has a right to use we with regards to him. Even if it is just referring to the lowest common denominator between them.
They could have tried to make such waves in this dream-bubble that they tore a hole, but there's no guarantee that it would work, or that even if it did, they would awaken at the end of it. The powers of the rift are many and varied and Lucifer does not know to any full extent what its limitations are, or if it has any. It's possible that they could pop this micro-universe and just get put into another, or get trapped in some sort of in-between. Neither are exactly appealing prospects.
"But regardless, you have little choice in the matter. Tearing up the playground in a fit of pique doesn't really get you anywhere."
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Violence has only recently become the God-King's choice in therapy, but she finds it to be a helpful method in alleviating some of the agony of being trapped in such a small and fragile body in comparison to her hulking form of old.
In short, Illyria hits things to feel better.