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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[eliotwaugh]

"I get it, I think," Eliot says, once he's reasonably sure Sunshine isn't going to break down again. He's not going to tell her it's okay, because he knows how useless that can be if you're messed up enough. And it's not okay, clearly. She's not okay.

He gives Sunshine a bolstering squeeze, and addresses the top of her head. "Listen, you know you can always come chill at my place if you need some space, or just want to talk about shit. I promise it won't turn into alternate universe pop culture gossip hour."

It's a steep promise to make, but these are the things Eliot will do for his friends.

[rae_of_sun]

Gods, this is just unacceptably pitiful behavior. She wipes her face, a few impatient swipes with the heel of her hand, then curls her fist beneath her chin. "Thanks." Uncurling her fist, she gives Eliot a pat. "I might take you up on that." The getting some space part, anyway. She's not so sure about talking about it in any more detail than she just did.

Well. It's not like she can play the 'I don't remember' card on this one. She remembers everything. That, as per frigging usual, is the problem.

"What about you?" she asks, slinging her arm around him. It seems like the thing to do. "What godsbloodyawful trip were you treated to?"

[eliotwaugh]

"Uhhhhh well," Eliot begins, snuggling unabashedly because apparently this is just emotional cuddle hour. "It was a nightmare about a thing from my world, sort of, and this...monstrous body horror thing showed up and Johnny had the misfortune of sharing my brainspace at the time."

Eliot's also loath to talk about it in a lot of detail but after Sunshine shared her thing he owes her, and he can't just leave it at that. "He uh, he got eaten." He raises a mimed glass in a toast to their shared misfortune. "Not sure what it means to dream about dead boyfriends but I sure as hell don't want to go through that again."

[rae_of_sun]

"Ugh," Sunshine says, with feeling. "Gross."

Okay, so that wasn't the most sympathetic response in the world. "I'm sorry. Just… toxic kali nightmares all around, huh?" Poor Eliot. And Johnny. Poor everyone. She gives Eliot an encouraging squeeze. "We should start a club. It can be like drunk brunch, but... drunker."