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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[the_strenuous_life]

Now this is a damned fine lodge.

From the chill in the air Teddy assumes he's just come in from a brisk night's walk in the mountains, so he finds a chair by the fire and sits right down in it before it even occurs to him that it might already be occupied. But that makes itself abundantly clear soon enough.

"Whoa there, son!" he laughs good-naturedly, getting up and re-settling next to the person beneath the blankets. "I didn't see you there, but no matter. I don't recall our meeting before, are you a guest at the lodge? Here for some sport?"

[singthesong]

The Balladeer makes a slightly indignant sound upon being sat on, and pops right up out of the blankets once he's freed. "I - "

Then it registers.

"Oh. Wow." He blinks at Roosevelt for a second, before laughing half in surprise and half delight. What a reversal! He's never gotten to properly meet a president before. There's no sign of John Flammang Schrank anywhere - why DO these people always have three names? - but even if he were here, the Balladeer is certain that Roosevelt would kill him first. It's entirely possible he'd do it with his bare hands. "No, I'm just on vacation. Is it good out there?"

In truth, he doesn't particularly want to hear about anything getting shot, but he will absolutely continue to dabble in that talk if it means conversing with Teddy Roosevelt.

[the_strenuous_life]

Roosevelt might also just clap Shrank on the back and say he gave it the old college try, but the world may never know.

He's feeling particularly calm tonight, not bombastic or itching to go out and accomplish things.
"Colder than a witch's tit," Teddy pronounces, and he's fairly certain he's right, even if he doesn't remember actually having been outside. It must be, if the place is so cold even with a roaring fire going. "No, I suspect all the game's bedded down for warmth, animals are sensible that way."

Speaking of which, Teddy's quite comfortable here. He clears his throat. "I must say, though, do tell me if I've overstepped my bounds." because cuddling with Teddy Roosevelt, nothing weird about that right?

[singthesong]

Hopefully, Schrank would know better than to try it a second time.

"No, no, you're good. My chair is your chair!" The Balladeer claps Teddy on the shoulder genially, grinning. Internally, he might be freaking out a little. Oh, god, this is so weird. A lot of weird things don't really strike him as odd, but this is one of them.

Luckily, he's one to embrace the weird! "Here," he says, offering one of the blankets over to the live president. Wait, what year is he from? That might be a strange thing to ask. He seems like he could be president by now. "All the fires in the lodge are blazing, and this place is still cold."

[the_strenuous_life]

"Damned peculiar, is what it is," Teddy agrees, wrapping the blanket around himself. "Though things have been peculiar, of late, even for the afterlife."

That sort of statement might alarm a person, and Teddy feels obligated to follow it up and explain himself somewhat.

"Son," he says, leveling the young man with a serious and presidential stare, "I don't mean to alarm you, and let me assure you I speak in perfect frankness, but I believe I may be deceased."

[singthesong]

"Oh." The Balladeer speaks, a little taken aback by the presidentiality of the pronouncement. "Well. That - you probably are." He's actually relieved that Roosevelt already knows, and can confirm his suspicions for him. He must be dead. How else do you explain the two of them encountering one another?

Not that he GENERALLY talks to dead presidents, but hey, first time for everything.

"Sorry," he apologizes belatedly, even though Teddy doesn't seem especially perturbed at being dead. "But that does make a lot of sense."