Sweeter than the First Time [Open to All]

[applesaucemod]

Hello, dreamers of Manhattan. The Rift knows that things have been kind of rough, lately. The last dream didn't go as well as it had hoped. Consider this an apology of sorts, and a hearkening back to the good times you've shared.

It's a grand old (and potentially familiar) cabin house that the dreamers will find themselves wandering. The furniture is plentiful and comfortable, the floors are strewn with cushions and blankets, and there are cheerful fires burning in the grates. It seems a little odd that the house still manages to be on the chilly side despite looking so warm, yet it is.

Oh, well. You'll just have to find another dreamer or two and spoon up and fall asleep like little baby cats get cozy. It shouldn't be difficult; most of the dreamers (excepting those with strong telepathic defenses or deeply ingrained cuddle-averse personalities) will find themselves feeling friendlier than usual, along with an almost overwhelming desire to snuggle up to someone. How convenient that the house seems designed for that very purpose!

And if some of the cushions are Hello Kitty themed, well, that's just coincidence.


[OOC: Standard dream party rules apply. Characters will be affected by the dream-whammy to whatever degree makes the most sense for them, and will remember or forget the events of the dream at the player's discretion. Backtag into infinity.]

Comments

[rae_of_sun]

Hey, this is pretty nice. Almost too nice, but for whatever reason, Sunshine is not inclined to look this gift house in the architectural equivalent of a mouth. (Medicine cabinet?)

The chill in the air is a little unfortunate, but the place is well equipped with ways to stave off the cold. She's acquired some tea from a little kitchen - she just sort of helped herself, comfortably convinced that no one would mind if she brewed up a pot - and now she's relocated pot, cups, and herself to a nice little library with an abundance of seating and side tables. She's curled up on a loveseat, a thick blanket over her lap and her tea steaming on the end table beside her, a book balanced on her knee. She's leafing through it idly, not so absorbed that she doesn't look interruptible. There is an extra teacup for any interested parties, after all.