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The Big Applesauce Moderators ([personal profile] applesaucemod) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream2015-01-25 03:45 pm

Sweeter than the First Time [Open to All]

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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.]
deadeyedchild: in case something happens to me (stay home)

[personal profile] deadeyedchild 2015-02-06 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Jay answers this with a small nod. He's not even sure that's what he was apologizing for, but he'll take it. He looks up, slowly, seeking out Tim's face only briefly before he tilts his eyes awkwardly back down. "What, um," he mumbles, but he doesn't have the heart to continue the question. He sighs and says, "Are you, um, have you been doing okay?"
postictal: (that sounds like total bullshit my guy)

[personal profile] postictal 2015-02-06 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
It's Tim's turn to laugh, a bitter little snort, as he pushes his hair back again and tightens his hold on his blanket, ridiculously, like he's a fucking kid again.

He only got one blanket, and a room without a window after he broke the glass in the last one.

"How do you think?" he asks dully, but his stomach drops out the instant he says it, because Jay doesn't know what happened after. He can't have, because a little thing like death just might get in the way of that. Just maybe.

There's only the briefest stretch of silence before Tim settles for another shrug and another lie. It's what he's good at. Forgetting, then remembering, then lying about it. "I'm fine. Not much I can really say."

Out of socially-encoded instinct he almost asks how Jay's been doing before he remembers, oh yeah, right. Some awful part of him finds that darkly hilarious, and that's really fucking twisted.