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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[all_the_gifts]

"Yes," Melanie agrees with a pleased smile. He is strange, but that's partly why she likes him so much. He certainly strikes her as much nicer and more interesting than the ones in the Bible, who only seem to bother with people when they're passing along messages from God. She's very lucky Aziraphale's a different sort of angel than that. "But he's a good angel, too."

What sort of angel is Rashad, she wonders. First things first: "Do you have wings?" she asks, looking up at him.

[omnomnom_feels]

"He has a friend who is not so good," Rashad warns her, though that's the worst he really has to say about Crowley at the moment. He remembers that he disapproves to the point of wanting to kill the demon, of course, but it does not seem so important just at this moment.

And then she asks about one of the many things that is not right in this world. "I do not," he admits, finding to his surprise that the happiness of the dream dulls a little. Is that what it's like to feel something on his own? It does not seem beneficial.

[all_the_gifts]

"You mean Crowley?" she guesses, her own mood fading a little. She likes Crowley, she just doesn't like that he's stuck serving Lucifer. "He can't get in. Not anymore."

Rashad's evident unhappiness with his lack of wings doesn't help matters. Now she feels bad for asking about them. "It's okay," she says, laying a hand on his arm in a way that she hopes he'll find bolstering. "You're still an angel. I can't even see Aziraphale's wings most of the time."

[omnomnom_feels]

Her condolences about his wings are also, surprisingly, welcome. Rashad offers her a timid smile. "I lost them when I came to live in the mortal world," he admits. She's learning all kinds of secrets. Enjoy, little girl!

"That is the one," agrees Rashad. "Can he not? I was under the impression they were very...close." Not that he understands why. Certain aspects of their relationship have never even occurred to Rashad as a remote possibility, given his assumptions about the nature of angels of other pantheons.