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applesaucedream2014-12-27 01:21 am
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Entry tags:
- character: daine sarrasri,
- character: greta baker,
- character: iman asadi,
- character: johnny truant,
- character: rashad durant,
- character: sunshine,
- dropped: andrew noble,
- dropped: daniel jackson,
- dropped: ianto jones,
- dropped: illyria,
- dropped: nicholas rush,
- dropped: seth,
- dropped: the doctor (12),
- dropped: the tardis,
- party post,
- retired: aziraphale,
- retired: melanie,
- retired: peter vincent
Better to Receive than to Give [open to all]
Somewhere in the cosmos, there is something bright, and young, and playful. Somewhere, this being watches over their little flock and does their best to make those people safe and happy. Somewhere, that godling and their flock celebrate the winter holidays in the happiest of dreams.
And somewhere closer at hand, a sleeping giant stirs.
The bright tapestry of dream threads gathered by Zephyr is suddenly yanked hard enough to pull it from its temporary mooring. Something entirely unlike the little godling reels in the dreamers so neatly gathered and packaged up for it, bringing its own toys back to their proper place and taking all the others it can with them. Unsatisfied, it reaches out again and again, dragging in dreamers from all across the multiverse. It will snare them, all of them, and then it will possess them completely.
Perhaps it's fitting that when the stolen dreamers arrive in this new shared mindscape, they'll find they've been designated the Rift's Christmas gifts to itself. Each might awaken inside a dark box, or cocooned in…is that tissue paper? When they claw their way out they'll be greeted by the sight of an enormous evergreen tree laden with twinkling lights and kitschy knickknacks looming overhead. Beyond the shadow of the tree the rest of the world -- that is, the living room -- is just as large. Or is it that the dreamers have just become very small? Giant packages wrapped in bright paper form an obstacle course, but the wooden floor of the room is wide open between the tree and the hearth where an enormous plate of cookies and glass of milk await a cataclysmic Santa Claus.
All in all, things are fairly normal as far as the rift's dream gatherings go…at least on the surface. The more telepathically sensitive among the dreamers may notice an undercurrent of something darker, more urgent, and more possessive than normal. The rift isn't just sampling the wares of other worlds tonight; this time it means to play for keeps.
[OOC: This is the second part of our crossover withwethelost! Part one can be found here. Usual dream party rules apply: all players and characters are welcome regardless of whether they are currently in the game, and characters may remember or forget the events of the dream party at the discretion of their players.
For reference, characters of average human height are roughly four inches tall according to the scale of their current surroundings. There is an entire giant house beyond the living room; characters will find a kitchen and dining room on the same floor, a staircase outside the door of the living room that leads up to a second floor with two bedrooms and a bathroom, and another staircase off the kitchen that goes to an unfinished basement. Feel free to add details as needed!
This event takes place on evening of August 8th/morning of August 9th in Applesauce time, and December 31 in WtL time.]
And somewhere closer at hand, a sleeping giant stirs.
The bright tapestry of dream threads gathered by Zephyr is suddenly yanked hard enough to pull it from its temporary mooring. Something entirely unlike the little godling reels in the dreamers so neatly gathered and packaged up for it, bringing its own toys back to their proper place and taking all the others it can with them. Unsatisfied, it reaches out again and again, dragging in dreamers from all across the multiverse. It will snare them, all of them, and then it will possess them completely.
Perhaps it's fitting that when the stolen dreamers arrive in this new shared mindscape, they'll find they've been designated the Rift's Christmas gifts to itself. Each might awaken inside a dark box, or cocooned in…is that tissue paper? When they claw their way out they'll be greeted by the sight of an enormous evergreen tree laden with twinkling lights and kitschy knickknacks looming overhead. Beyond the shadow of the tree the rest of the world -- that is, the living room -- is just as large. Or is it that the dreamers have just become very small? Giant packages wrapped in bright paper form an obstacle course, but the wooden floor of the room is wide open between the tree and the hearth where an enormous plate of cookies and glass of milk await a cataclysmic Santa Claus.
All in all, things are fairly normal as far as the rift's dream gatherings go…at least on the surface. The more telepathically sensitive among the dreamers may notice an undercurrent of something darker, more urgent, and more possessive than normal. The rift isn't just sampling the wares of other worlds tonight; this time it means to play for keeps.
[OOC: This is the second part of our crossover with
wethelost! Part one can be found here. Usual dream party rules apply: all players and characters are welcome regardless of whether they are currently in the game, and characters may remember or forget the events of the dream party at the discretion of their players. For reference, characters of average human height are roughly four inches tall according to the scale of their current surroundings. There is an entire giant house beyond the living room; characters will find a kitchen and dining room on the same floor, a staircase outside the door of the living room that leads up to a second floor with two bedrooms and a bathroom, and another staircase off the kitchen that goes to an unfinished basement. Feel free to add details as needed!
This event takes place on evening of August 8th/morning of August 9th in Applesauce time, and December 31 in WtL time.]
assuming option a?
(Justin knows he's not but he is in the Facility. Bright sharp knives in the intern's hands, raw muscle exposed, barely conscious barely alive, a whole eternity of a week sewn into a bag made from his own dying skin.)
He's not okay. He's gasping and sobbing and clawing at his own fur like it's choking him. He's at his worst right now, incoherent and terrified, oblivious to anyone else around him. Right now, Mika's voice doesn't even register.
yes i am just a dingus im sorry
"Justin! Justin! Stop it, you're going to hurt yourself, hang on!" Using her cane for extra reach, Mika was loathe to get close enough for stabbing even though a part of her knew he could shear her head clean off even ten paces away. Hooking the handle around some cardboard still trapping him, she gave it a wrench to try and pull it loose. "I'll help get you out, just...don't stab me or anything, okay? Come on, cub. Focus!"
everyone is a dingus
Mika's cane hooks around a piece of taped-on paper and tugs it free.
(something grabbing, something pulling,
Reaver)
He brings his hands up to protect himself (his throat) and takes a step backwards. The tail doesn't fit with what happened before, and he steps on it and trips.
Justin transforms before he hits the ground, forces himself entirely into Weapon form. Where he should be, there's a guillotine toppled over on the floor instead, looking entirely out of place. The wood and metal form trembles, and gasping sobs for breath are still audible, but he's not in human form anymore.
It's so true though
"Hey, Justin? It's okay, nothing is going to get you." Gently, slowly, she touches his frame, crouching down next to him and hoping he won't decide to suddenly grow spikes or slither a headlock out to snap at her exposed limbs. "It's Mika, it's just Mika. I'm going to sit with you for a while, okay?"
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There's a certain amount of distance that comes with being in weapon form, a feeling of looking down at his own reactions. He watches himself gasp and shake, sees a hand placed on his form and even manages to identify it as Mika. But calming himself down is easier said than done, and he's still terrified.
It wakes about ten minutes (an eternity) before he can find his human form again, and he transforms back. The wood under Mika's hand turns to the thick fur of Justin's tail. He's still shaking, but he can almost breathe enough now.
He has to get up. Move forward. Keep going. He can't yet.
(He needs a drink.)
"Wh-where are we?"
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"I don't know." Mika says, worry etched into every line of her face as she gathers up his tail and begins to groom it. Tempted to pull him into a hug and comb his hair, but Justin was still in a fragile place and she wasn't yet sure of how much physical contact he would allow.
"I've talked to a few other people but no one's really sure. Some of them are freshly snatched, others have been taken before. You're the only one from the Meadous that I've found so far." His fur was thick, it was comforting to bury her fingers and claws in it and comb it out, and he still smelled like home. Zephyr would find them. Zephyr would take them home again.
It was the only thought that was keeping her from panicking with him.
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He sits up, using his left arm to hold himself up. His right hand rubs at his right leg, at the meeting between prosthetic and flesh.
"It... It's a dream," he says. But he can't even pretend to believe that. Something has them, something else, something that doesn't care about them. They're toys. Toys again, for something that doesn't care about their safety.
Mika is his only anchor. They have to get up. They have to keep moving. They have to find their way out.
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"If this is another world entirely, you realize Zephyr's going to be upset when they realize we've gone missing." Mika snorted, mouth quirking. "We'll make it home sooner or later. Let's see what we can go find to help speed the process along."
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"Zephyr's not that strong." And Justin Law is not an optimist, especially when panic comes right back without giving him a chance to breathe. "We're.. we can't get out. They'll never save us."
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"Yes they will." Her voice didn't waver, had no hint of doubt in it. "If they had the power to snatch us all from the jaws of hell itself, they'll find us again. Never doubt a cub determined to see its family again." She looked back at Justin, her tail held high.
"Zephyr's coming, they wouldn't leave us where other powers can hurt us. Not anymore, not if they can help it. You'll see." Patting his tail, she didn't bother to smile. "It's going to be all right, and I'll stay with you for as long as it takes for them to get here. Pack sticks to pack, after all. Right?"
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He doesn't look up at her, just keeps his eyes fixed on his hands and laughs bitterly.
"They're finished with us."
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Tail still wrapped tight around her wrists or no, she took both his hands in hers, rubbing his knuckles with her thumbs. "Do you think they'd spend so much time doting on you and Grell just to toss you aside? They love you, Justin. As much as any cub can love, and I will bet my fur and fangs that they're going to come looking for us with everything they've got, even if it means tearing this place down with their little claws and fangs."
"I'd turn fully human before I believed Zephyr wasn't coming for us right now. Bet you all my fur."
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"They don't want us. They don't want us." His voice goes calm with the repetition, acceptance and distance and the feeling of exhausted resignation. "Gods get bored easily. We were only ever toys for them."
His hands keep pulling at his fur, but it's just a distant pinprick of sensation. An anchor, like Mika's hands are. Something to keep him from slipping completely away.
"They don't love us. We were just an amusement to them."
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"I think you've gone and gotten the cub mixed up with someone else." Cocking her head, she studied him carefully. "After all, that cub considers you a friend, and you were one of the first people to offer to help me make a shrine for them. Do you really think that friends would abandon each other that quickly? Would you throw them away just because someone bigger and stronger than they are kidnapped us?" Giving his fingers a small squeeze, Mika sighed.
"C'mon Justin, give the cub a fighting chance before you give up on them. I'll stay with you until they get here to take us home, okay?"
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A fighting chance. Someone else.
He starts laughing, and can't stop. Mika has his hands in hers pulling, tugging, grabbing and he's laughing so hard that his ribs hurt, he can't breathe.