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The Big Applesauce Moderators ([personal profile] applesaucemod) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream2015-01-25 03:45 pm

Sweeter than the First Time [Open to All]

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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.]
postictal: (hundred yard stare)

[personal profile] postictal 2015-01-31 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh." Tim blinks at the cat, looking innocently up at him and asking about gods of all things, like it's no big deal or anything. "Neither? I don't know what it was. I just know it wasn't -"

Wasn't human.

Wasn't anything.

It shouldn't have been able to exist.


There isn't an explanation for that thing, because that thing shouldn't have existed. He just knows he looked at it, pale skin stretched over an elongated, inhuman skull and it gazed right back and between the blood hammering in his ears and the panic drumming in his chest and the static searing into his head he knew he couldn't understand what it was, because it was so far removed from anything the human brain could process. He doesn't know how it works or how it acts, because it never does anything, simply drags his fear out into the open and stands there with arms that move without moving.

Tim swallows. His hands have stilled and he hastily goes back to petting the cat. Pet the cat. Act normal. There's nothing wrong with him. There's everything wrong with him.

"I don't think it worked like that," he continues delicately. "I don't think there's anything it can't -"

He is talking way too much. Tim's throat closes and he concentrates on the reassuring motion of petting, back and forth and rhythmic.
wildmage_daine: (cat observing)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2015-01-31 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Poor Tim. No one should be upset in a nice dream like this. Daine ups her purring efforts, still absently kneading his stomach. Don't worry, she says, pouring as much reassurance in her tone as she can. Unless the rift brings whatever it was through, I doubt it can reach you anymore. If her gods aren't stronger than the rift, she doubts whatever's haunting him is any different.

Anyway, she adds, more practically, there's nothing that will harm you here. This is a good dream.
postictal: (barely got a lid on it)

[personal profile] postictal 2015-01-31 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
He tries to smile, but it comes out cracking and weak. He's the source; the thing is keyed to him. Maybe he even created it out of his own head, but there's no way to know. The only thing he can be certain of is that it isn't gone, and it's his fault. And f he keeps talking about it Daine might get dragged in too. He can't let that happen. He can't let any of it happen again.

"Yeah," he forces himself to say, burrowing fingers into the soft fur around Daine's neck and scratching. "It is a good dream." It's the best dream he can remember having in, well, ever.