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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.]
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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.