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Entry tags:
- character: daine sarrasri,
- character: eliot waugh,
- character: gabriel,
- character: greta baker,
- character: iman asadi,
- character: johnny truant,
- character: lucifer,
- character: rashad durant,
- character: spike,
- character: sunshine,
- character: the balladeer,
- dropped: andrew noble,
- dropped: calliope,
- dropped: castor nubari,
- dropped: dana cardinal,
- dropped: daniel jackson,
- dropped: ianto jones,
- dropped: illyria,
- dropped: jay merrick,
- dropped: jay zimin,
- dropped: nicholas rush,
- dropped: seth,
- dropped: the doctor (12),
- dropped: the tardis,
- dropped: tim wright,
- party post,
- retired: aziraphale,
- retired: bee,
- retired: crowley,
- retired: melanie,
- retired: peter vincent
Sweeter than the First Time [Open to All]

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
[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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"I would prefer to remain covered, actually. It is preferable for both of us," she hurries to add, lest he think she is suspecting him of any ill will.
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Not to be deterred, Daniel tries again.
"It's okay, really." She really does sound very young, and probably still startled on top of it. He silently berates himself over that less-than-ideal first impression but forges on, voice steady, "I used to be an explorer in my old universe. I met a lot of different people, different species, of all shapes and, and sizes and colors. Honestly, some of my best friends were aliens." He isn't sure he's making the right sorts of assumptions here or if this is even helping, but he adds, "quite a few of them were green."
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"They were?" she asks, astonished, hood bobbing in surprise. "What were they like?" Probably not monsters. The mention of green tipped her off to what he is trying to get at, but if he talks about his friends he just might forget to prod her about coming out again. Also, she really would love to hear more.
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"I'd travel all around the universe, to explore all sorts of different planets," he explains, scooting back to lean against the foot of the sofa. Conversing with a pile of blankets isn't the ideal conversation backdrop, but if it means she's more comfortable he won't challenge it. "It was usually my job to make friends and explain why we were there to any other lifeforms we ran into. Couple times it got me in trouble. A friend of mine, big green horned guy named Chaka, well, we actually met while he was trying to kidnap me. For a while there I thought he was planning on eating me. He looked pretty scary."
The memory, like all associated with the SGC and home, comes with a faint pang of regret. Getting home has begun to feel like an insurmountable task, but he presses on. "Turned out we got to be pretty close friends. Learned each other's language and everything."
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Fortunately, his story has a wonderfully heartening ending. "Oh, that is lovely!" she exclaims, clasping her claws together beneath her blankets, a muffled clap of joy. "I am so pleased to hear you became friends after all. Aren't other cultures splendid? I myself am an avid student of human and troll culture, learned a language or two as well. But you must have encountered so many diverse people and worlds! Did you have a favourite?"
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"Oh, gee. I dunno. There was a lot. Um, well." He squints at the cabin's wooden ceiling, chewing on his lower lip as he considers. "There were these friends of ours, race called the Asgard. Looked kinda like - small, three-foot gray aliens with very large black eyes. They looked a bit odd but turns out they were way, way smarter than any human."
Daniel peers at the blanket clump again, but still nothing. "I'm an archaeologist, so my job was more or less learning about other cultures, meeting other people, stuff like that." He frowns, jaw jutting to one side curiously. "Haven't heard of trolls, though, other than, um, what you get from Earth mythology. Are those from your universe?"
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It's so delightful and a wee bit ridiculous, how many of the people she's met since her revival are explorers, scientists - scholars of some kind. It's certainly helped her feel right at home, and does so in this case as well. She relaxes as much as the chill allows, shifting into a more sustainable, cross-legged position under her covers. If he's going to get her talking about trolls, they both had better be comfortable!
"Not technically!" she begins, fully aware that this is a confusing and therefore hopefully engaging opener. "The entirety of my sources on troll society came to me via a series of complicated inter-universal causalities, almost certainly authored in that universe which was created through the heroic shenanigans of a group of trolls. Not what you would call a primary source, I know, but they have nonetheless offered me a wealth of knowledge and fuel for speculation."
She chuckles as though at a private joke, which she is naturally going to share with him. "It does not surprise me to hear that trolls have left an impression on Earth mythology, seeing as how it was them who assured the creation of Earth and its universe in the first place!" Finding it infernally difficult to see her audience's reaction from under a hood that covers very nearly her whole face, Calliope raises her head just enough to peek up at Daniel. If she now shows the barest hint of imposing fangs and prominent lime green cheekbones among the blankety shadows, she's too caught up in her storytelling to notice.
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"God, that's fascinating." So she is an anthropologist of sorts, or at least someone with a healthy interest in other cultures and multidimensional history. "My universe, well, our creation wasn't quite so interesting. There was a race of beings called the Ancients, and they more or less engineered how the human race came to be." He shrugs that away quickly - he's less eager to discuss the Ancients at any length. "These trolls, you got to speak to them or, or a source of their knowledge personally?"
That'd be another oddly specific similarity between them, aside from the deep-seated appetite for learning: conversing with the beings who made their respective universes, one-on-one.
The line of her makeshift blanket hood lifts a little in her enthusiasm, and Daniel can just barely glimpse a curiously angular face, either green or simply cast that way in the light, and possibly some rather large canines. It doesn't look like a human face, but humanoid almost certainly. Daniel decides against calling attention to it; Callie doesn't seem to want him to know of her appearance, even these vague, darkened hints, and if he says anything she may retreat back into her veiled cave. Maybe if she sees that to him, blatantly non-human appearances are perfectly normal, she might be less worried about him seeing her properly in the light.
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"Oh I wish," she exclaims emphatically. "What an amazing opportunity that would be, to see just how much of my fanciful speculations measure up to actual fact. And to have all those enigmas and maddening gaps strewn about their tale solved once and for all! Alas, all I ever had access to were the written records of a magnificent scholar." She pitches forward further, as though imparting a great trade secret. "But I have been getting to do just so much hands-on research on humans since I woke up in this city!"
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"There's certainly no shortage of humans of here." As well as a myriad of other beings, some which probably warrant a fair amount of research and plenty others in which attempting research may result in death, but bringing up either would just be needlessly complicated at this early point. "In fact, if you want we could meet in the waking world, and I could tell you a whole lot about human culture or any of the other cultures I've seen."