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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[peacefulexplorer]

Daniel listens intently, rapt with interest over Callie's universe, something that sounds miles from any universe he's interacted with. Inter-universal trolls as the catalysts for the Earth's genesis is easily an acceptable theory considering the truth of his own universe's conception.

"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.

[starlightcalliope]

Calliope is pleased as punch to have successfully offered him something equally thrilling and smiles broadly at his reaction, blanket slipping back a little further. His origin story sounds a little confusing, but perhaps he is simply under a slight misapprehension, or maybe Ancients is what trolls are called in his culture, and then he brings up something far more captivating anyway.

"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!"

[peacefulexplorer]

Callie's features become a little more distinct as she leans forward and her hood slides back, confirming Daniel's first impressions of fangs, clearly defined cheekbones, and an oddly lurid green complexion. Her face almost looks skull-like in the shade of her little blanket cave, though her expression of academic glee is unmistakeable.

"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."