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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[apidae]

"ROMAC, I guess," she says with a little shrug. "I'm not totally sure why. I think they aren't entirely trustworthy, but to be honest with you I don't think the Rebels are either."

His suggestion is met with a broad grin and a nod. "Bethesda Terrace!" she says. "I know that place. That's where the rift's center is, at least that's what I've heard. I'll try to remember to go there tomorrow morning. Sometimes I have trouble remembering things." Dreams are so odd. Always a little bit of a jumble when she wakes up. She taps a finger against her head, making a face like she's concentrating extra hard.

"Hopefully I'll wake up remembering," she says, smiling up at him.

[singthesong]

"I remember most things," the Balladeer confides, running his fingers carefully through her curls. "Comes with the territory. I'll be there."

Of course, most of what he remembers is history, but he recalls the last shared dream he had well enough; it should hold. "If you forget, we'll just figure something else out. Meet up in a different dream or something." It'll all work out in the end. He thinks most things probably do, if you just let them. Like this ROMAC versus rebels thing? As long as they don't start an all-out war, he's not going to worry about it. They can squabble all they want - in half a century, it won't even matter anymore.

[apidae]

"Okay," she says cheerfully. Or, she thinks, she can always ask Daine to help. "It's a deal, then." She's looking forward to it. She can't wait to hear more of his music - and, a bit more nervously, to see his patterns. She wonders if she should warn him, but... then he might not want to meet her in person, and that would be so sad. She can deal with it when it happens, surely. It'll be all right.

She realizes her fingers have begun to fidget nervously with the blanket, and she steadies them carefully. Time to be still. The music helped so much with that.

"Can you sing some more?" she asks a bit shyly.

[singthesong]

If he notices the little signs of nerves, the Balladeer shows no sign of it. "Great!" he says cheerfully. This should be fun! He's always happy to meet new people, even if they're just someone he randomly encountered in a collective dream.

At the question, he smiles. "Of course."

And lets have some more music, shall we?