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.]

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[bluesuit_handy]

Impossibly, laughably, his time is coming soon despite it never having been anywhere near long enough since Daine first told him he was pregnant. Andrew feels (and feels sure he looks) as though he's got a bowling ball in his gut, and when he finds himself somewhere warm surprisingly chilly yet cozy he doesn't feel like wandering long before finding a place to settle in and warm up. He's never liked the cold, and he's not about to start liking it when he's in this state.

Accordingly, he can be found curled up at one end of a sofa near one of the nigh useless fireplaces, swathed in not one but two heavy comforters. It would be nice if James were here, he thinks, pulling the blankets in tighter. He's about as wrapped up as he can get, feet tucked up under him underneath the duvets, and now that he's warm and safe he lets himself drift, relaxing and dozing within the dream in a way that's lately escaped him in the waking world.