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]

"Fighting is always a choice," Melanie replies, unappeased. "If you had asked, he probably would have given your phone back." She might not know the exact circumstances, but she has a hard time believing they had to have a fight over something as small as a phone. It must have been some kind of misunderstanding.

[noteasybeingblue]

"I did." Illyria had done much better than ask. She had commanded, and even that had not been enough. The principality is a worthwhile foe, but a wholly aggravating one. Oddly possessive of what had clearly been marked as belonging to Illyria.

Annoyed and dismissive, she adds, "its demon Pit-thing helped it show sense. We clashed only briefly."

[all_the_gifts]

So Crowley had to break them up. If Illyria comes to the flat, there won't be any Crowley to stop Illyria from using violence to settle any disagreements. She's so snooty, too, she reminds Melanie of someone. Not someone she knows, someone from a story. She thinks for a moment, and then she has it: the god-king talks just like Colin from The Secret Garden. Well, the words she chooses are different, but her attitude is just the same.

Well. Melanie lifts her chin stubbornly. "If you try to hurt Aziraphale for any reason, I won't say a single thing to you. I'll stare at the floor. You'll have wasted a trip."

[noteasybeingblue]

Illyria makes another irritable noise. She does not bow to small symbiote-children, nor does she meet any creature's demands but her own.

"The principality was unhurt," she tells it regardless. "We had come to an understanding."

No further blows were exchanged aside from those generated from its audacity in attempting to wrest one of Illyria's few possessions from her, and the conflict did not last long. Illyria emerged the obvious victor, but even now that battle is long past. Whatever physical injuries either of them sustained did not last long.

[all_the_gifts]

Melanie hums in consideration. She doesn't think Illyria is lying, but she's still not sure the god-king plans on behaving herself.

"Then we should have an understanding, too," she says, quite reasonably. "You agree not to hurt Aziraphale, and I..." she pauses a moment, less than eager to make this offer, but fairly certain Illyria will like it, "I'll tell you about how I helped conquer the earth, before the rift took me."

[noteasybeingblue]

She considers this pensively. Under the circumstances of her former self, she would not be in the habit of bargaining, particularly not with little symbiote-creatures that are so small and young, and resembling the vermin Illyria so detests. But she is no longer her former self, and the child's offer is one that appeals to a god.

"It is a good trade," she agrees at last. "In the days that follow, I will find you again."