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.]

Comments

[whofrownedthisface]

"I am. Close your mouth before flies get in," which is as much to revel in his surprise as it is to say 'shut up.' Like he's got any business talking about faces, with that chickeny aspect, complete with ridiculous plumage. "Took you long enough," he says smugly. "I don't remember being quite so slow." Shots fired, he sits up from his interested, arms-on-knees lean, folds his legs up crosslegged on the hearth instead; he won that round. But he still strongly suspects he might be the one being slow on the uptake now; he just can't work out how, exactly. "She said you were replaced by the eighth, who had the decency to pack it up after my arrival."

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew scowls; the comment on his intelligence stings more than it might have stung the actual Doctor in his place. he's caught on now, though; it's only a question of whether this new Doctor will feel more stupid if Andrew corrects him now or if he lets him go on thinking he's talking to his own past incarnation. Andrew would so like him to feel stupid.

"Well, I can tell you I'm in Manhattan now," he says, opting not to lie but not to help him out, either. "Not my fault if you're too thick to notice what's under your own nose."