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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[theoldgirl]

Well, that's not the sort of thing she was expecting to hear about. Seems she might have to be a little less impartial than is customary, and her look of friendly curiosity is replaced by a furrowed brow. She considers his implication - because they are close, she can infer that much - and tries not to be preemptively apprehensive of whatever it is Gabriel has done.

"Our relationship might allow me insights that could be helpful to you," she offers at length, a little more guarded now. There's a possibility she really doesn't want to know what this is about, but Johnny's distress doesn't seem urgent or immediately painful, so it probably isn't as bad as it potentially could be. As neutrally as possibly, she asks, "What has he done?"

[johnny_truant]

"Nothing," says Johnny quickly, immediately regretting having said anything. He curls in on himself a little, shrinking even beside her very diminutive form. "I mean he didn't do anything. It wasn't anything bad. He just said something I wasn't expecting and I don't really know how to... deal with it."

He looks away, feeling immensely uncomfortable. He doesn't want to say it out loud. He's not sure what she'll even think. And he doesn't know if she could possibly understand it from his perspective.

"He just," he says, gives up, and then starts again hesitantly. "We were really drunk, and he told me that he..." He swallows and presses one hand against his mouth, as if trying to muffle himself as much as possible. "That he loved me," he finally mumbles.

It sounds really fucking stupid when he says it like that.

[theoldgirl]

Despite Johnny's obvious discomfort, she is relieved to hear that it wasn't anything really worrisome. As he tries to find the words to explain, it sounds rather more like a human problem she may not be able to offer much help with, but she can certainly do her best.

And indeed, his quiet confession is... odd, to say the least. It's not something she would likely think to say to any human, but Gabriel has more experience interacting with them on their level and offering them words that would make them happy. All the more curious, then, that Johnny doesn't seem happy at all. "Is that not what you would like to hear?" she asks gently, trying not to let the depths of her confusion show.

[johnny_truant]

Well that's the million dollar question isn't it. He sighs loudly and drops his head into his hands. "I don't knowww," he groans, muffled through his fingers. "I wasn't expecting it, I don't know what... what that means." There's a lot more he could say, but he can't say it to her. Gabe needs to hear it. At some point. At some point he'll be less of a wuss and actually talk about this. Right now he just really wants to pretend it's not happening.

"Is it okay if we don't talk about that?" he says, peeking back up at her. "I'm just like, I don't know what to even say, I need to talk to him first before I..." He shakes his head and sits back up, slouching down against the couch back. "I would rather enjoy this dream, as much as I can." So rare he gets a nice one, and that he gets to spend time with the TARDIS.