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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 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.]
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
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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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Justin's really no competition (three years ago, maybe, but not now) but he's still not going to stand around and watch the creature torment his friend.
He steps back, left arm raised to make an attempt at blocking the cat's inevitable strike. The blade's still there, and if the cat hits him it will take a razor-sharp edge to its paw.
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Not terribly manly tears are forming in his eyes as he continues to struggle against the Rift cat. He tries to kick up at the underside of its paw, beat the wing that's free against its leg. His heart is pounding fit to jump through his ribcage and the world has shrunk to just that paw on his chest and wing.
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For the second time in as many minutes it's surprised by pain it did not see coming. The tail in question whisks quickly out of Justin's reach; unfortunately for Bertie its reflex to spin in place and face its attacker means that for a moment it forgets where its feet are and puts more weight on him than it ought. The next moment, though, it's off him and facing the other way, hissing and batting at Justin without looking, the blade sinking into its sensitive paw pad and making it recoil. It is bleeding too much now. It must repair itself, but it must put a stop to this rebellion first. I would have preferred not to kill you, it comments darkly.
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He's killed things this size before, brought down monsters and giants as easily as anything else. But not for a while, not since he lost his leg, and with his limited mobility he won't be able to get on the monster's back.
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It's not the most practical of responses, but it's the only one Bertie's capable of offering just now. He'd have to apologize to whomever got the cat off of him later. Much later.
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Your efforts are futile, it informs Justin despite all evidence to the contrary.
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That is Justin attacking a giant cat on Bertie's behalf. A giant cat that looks like it's going to his Justin now with claws almost as big as the guillotine. "Justin, the paw!" Bertie shrieks in warning. He can't get up to help, paralyzed with fear, but he can do that, at least.
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But then he's up again, spitting blood and slinging another blade at the cat's face.
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STOP. The command is meant to ring in his head, but the cat does not bother to restrain the communication to only to Justin. Puffing itself up, it pounces, meaning to pin him to the floor, but it's growing clumsy with pain and with irritation at the unfamiliar sensation.
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No. No! He won't. He refuses.
There isn't much Bertie can do for the actual state of his body with all of the hallmarks he's come to recognize as pure panic, but he can turn that to a purpose, something real to fight the cat and defend his friend. He doesn't have the strength or coordination to fly, to get to Justin fast enough to push him out of the way as he's done with Mika. Instead, Bertie simply gets up as far as he can and lurches at one of the cat's back legs - it helps being tripped over, perhaps, to be near a target. There's no real attack beyond that. It's only meant as a distraction.
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Bertie's heroic act of self-sacrifice goes essentially unseen, because Justin's too focused on the cat in front of him to pay much attention to the other man diving under its back paws.
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What they're being needlessly is not explained, however, as a chunk of plastic from the ceiling falls nearly on top of the fighters and startles the cat into shutting up. There's no time for this, it mutters, turning back to Justin and trying to take hold of him with its mouth. Come here, you!
You can go ahead and skip Bertie after this. He's pretty much in full panic attack mode now.
The gentleman goes to his knees, covers his ears, shuts his eyes, and just tries to breathe as he folds his focus inward. It's not the most practical choice or one likely to end well for him what with chunks of ceiling coming down and giant cats scurrying about, but he doesn't have the breath or will to deal with any of that absolute nonsense.
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He's standing tall and strong and Bertie's crumpled on the ground. Justin takes a step forward. There's a searing, overwhelming pain in his right hip, and he looks down to see blood and muscle and bone. But right now he's too high on adrenalin and recent victory to care about crippling pain.
"It's gone, Bertie! You can get up!"
Get up and look at him. See what he did. Be pleased with him, be proud of him.
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Justin's movement does pull some reaction, though. It merits a sharp turn of Bertie's head toward the other man. The mangled man. The man who is going to die now because Bertie hadn't been able to do anything. There's something he should be doing now, but he can't remember what it is. Running? No. He wants to run, but where is there to go? Healing Justin? He's dead on his legs. He's going to die. Just another futile effort.
Bertie forces himself to sit up, to fall toward Justin, reaching out toward him. Futile or not, panicked or not, he has to try. Ienzo had died in his arms - well, on a slab, but it might as well have been in his arms - Bertie doesn't want to let anyone else do that.
If Justin grabs hold of Bertie's hand, he'll find some of his wounds being drawn out, but there's little Bertie can do for anything that's actually fatal.
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"You're fine, Bertie. It's gone. I got rid of it."
Shall we wrap it up?
Zephyr places the men in their thick ruff, soft fur soaking up the blood as they hurry to the next dreamer they need to rescue.