Caught in the Current (open to multiple)

[fucking_ebay]

Peter's having a fairly ordinary dream -- that is, he's onstage in front of an audience, doing his old Vegas show in the nude, and none of the fire effects are working. He's not actually bothered by the nudity, which his dreaming mind seems to think is just part of the act, but he keeps getting confused about what part they're on. He hasn't rehearsed in weeks, and he's stumbling through all his lines and illusions.

Around the time the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino (TM) melts away to be replaced by Central Park, Peter's remembered that he doesn't live in Vegas anymore, and his befuddled mind is well on its way to working out that he's dreaming. He doesn't get a chance to come to his senses and enjoy his shot at lucid dreaming, though, before something goes terribly wrong. This time as the backdrop melts away, there's nothing to replace it. He feels himself being pulled, drawn away somehow -- and, helpless to resist, his sleeping mind is sent spinning off into the ether of the Dreaming. Flailing at nothing, he's carried away -- until, of course, he collides with another mind and finds himself in another person's dream.


[OOC: Peter's been carried off like a twig in a river -- and he's going to smack into a few rocks other minds before the night's through. He can still be naked for the first one if desired. Have at!]

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[fucking_ebay]

Gabriel's female form has done plenty to confuse Peter's sense of sexual attraction, but he's not thick enough to forget who Gabe is long enough to get really into it. He's more than fine with calling it quits, and it's easier now for him to relax (slightly) with Gabriel back in male form.

He frowns, brow wrinkling as he tries to concentrate like he was told. Clothing -- maybe he can do that, though the need isn't so dire anymore. His normal clothes -- the ones Gabriel put him in -- are still more than a bit shabby, and he decides to change it over to something a little more like how he's trying to present himself to the punters, new jacket and all. As he's thinking about it, though, the image of his old stage outfit comes to mind and, without meaning to, he switches to conjuring up that instead, leather, jewelry, wig and all.

Blinking, he takes in a breath and looks down at himself in mild surprise. "...Not actually what I was going for," he comments, impressed with himself nonetheless.

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel chuckles and takes a few moments to really drink the whole outfit in. It really is more ridiculous than he ever could have hoped for. "Wow. I honestly don't know what to comment on first." He props his head on his hand and directs a giddy smile in Peter's direction. "This is the stage outfit?"

[fucking_ebay]

"Pure molten sex, I know," says Peter, straightening up, sitting back, and spreading his arms with a little flourish so Gabriel can get a good look at the whole package. "This is the stage outfit," he confirms.

[has_a_horn]

No, Peter, you don't understand. The outfit is ridiculous. He loves it, but it's ridiculous. "Do you really need the long, flowing locks? I'm getting a Fabio vibe here."

[fucking_ebay]

"Fabio?" Peter's face screws up in distaste, utterly ruining the smolder this outfit usually lends him. "I'm the master of darkness; I don't look like Fabio. Get your eyes examined!"

[has_a_horn]

Gabe broke his smolder?

"I never said you look like Fabio, Master of Darkness," he says sarcastically. I mean, come on, Peter. Look at your pecs. Look at your abs. Not quite Fabio ma

terial there. "It the wig. It..." Gabriel makes a face like he'd rather burn the wig than see it on anyone's head. "...flows. That's all I meant." He pauses for a moment. "Just. Is it supposed to make you look like a douchey goth Jesus?"

[fucking_ebay]

"Of course it fucking flows," snaps Peter. Here he thought he was finally being appreciated for the fantastically sexy beast he totally is, and now it turns out he's just being mocked. Again. He glowers at his erstwhile drinking partner. "Eat shit," he says decisively, and reaches for one of the shots still lined up on the bar.

[has_a_horn]

Peter is lucky that Gabriel isn't feeling particularly vindictive at the moment. Otherwise, he might find have found something very unpleasant in that shot glass. Don't think he doesn't appreciate the outfit, though.

"You know, without the wig and the face fuzz..." With a wave of a hand, he removes both. "Oh, that is so much better. I can fully appreciate the entire leather-clad package now."

[fucking_ebay]

Lucky thing that he is, Peter finds (and drinks) nothing more nor less than tequila. He still makes a face at it; he's not really a drinker of hard liquor outside of sweet mixed drinks.

He takes in a sharp breath and reaches up to his face to confirm what Gabriel's done. It's not that he really likes wearing all that fake hair -- it's hot and itchy, frankly, and he dislikes it only slightly less than he does his chafing leather trousers. It's his head, though, and he ought to be able to decorate it however he likes. His stage look has always been something of a disguise, too -- a character he steps into to hide the real (and painfully ordinary) Peter. "I didn't say you could change it," he growls, trying to concentrate and bring it back.

[has_a_horn]

"Such a spoilsport. Fiiine." Gabriel brings back the decorations, let Peter think he brought them back if that's what he wants to believe.

[fucking_ebay]

That is what Peter wants to believe. He checks again, satisfied to feel that they're back. He's getting better at this!

"They're there for a reason," he mutters, somewhat mollified by being allowed to redecorate.

[has_a_horn]

"Oh? What's that?" Okay, so the statement probably wasn't meant to be answered, but he's genuinely curious here. He definitely understands the urge to hide aspects of himself better than most, but he's not sure that that's what this is about for Peter.

[fucking_ebay]

"It's part of the --" Peter gestures vaguely but elaborately, long fingers spread, "look."

He's reluctant to say more than that. Admitting that it's partly so fans won't recognize him out of costume sounds petty, and after what he's been through since he dropped into Gabriel's head he's feeling self conscious.