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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[after_the_sky]

What does a lowborn boy do when he comes upon a suspiciously cozy-looking, yet chilly room that, if someone told him housed Kings and Queens, he'd believe it?

Why, obviously, whatever resulted in a small twelve-year-old boy being buried in a couch. No, really. He's burrowed underneath a mega-ton pile of pillows. And before a hole "window" in the front is a pillow "table," whereupon lies a plate of biscuits and other baked sweets. He's definitely munching on those biscuits.

Yes, Jack has built himself a pillow fort. And you're all invited.

It's a big couch, okay.

If you come close enough, he'll even extend the invitation verbally.

[wildmage_daine]

Daine has discovered, through some experimentation, that the best way to explore the house quickly without alarming folk or getting too cold is to take a small, fluffy shape and scamper. That's why she's an ermine at the moment - her coat a winter white in reflection of the lower temperatures, if not the actual season.

The sight of the fort intrigues her. Someone's been busy! She flows up to the top of the makeshift table and perches near the biscuits, though her attention is fixed on the 'window.' Now, who might be in there?

I like your fort! she says, not bothering to reshape her mouth to talk normally. It never seems to matter in dreams; even two-leggers can understand her when she talks like the People.