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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[fucking_ebay]

She's serious. Peter's mind balks at the concept of doesn't want sex. "But everyone wants sex," he says, suddenly floundering mentally when he meant to be the one making her uncomfortable. "I've made a career out of putting people's repressed sexual shit on stage; I should know -- people want sex. It's normal."

lololol why this

[apidae]

Bee frowns sternly at him. "It's not polite to tell people they're not normal," she says. She's extremely abnormal in one way, and that's bad enough without being called out for her sexuality or her condition. "And you don't know everyone. And even the people you do know, they know themselves better than you do." She fiddles with the blanket, a minor display of discomfort. "You can read up on this when you're awake if you like, but for now I'd appreciate it if you just took my word for it. That would be the polite thing to do." She gives him a little sidelong glance. It's a test, and she doesn't care to be particularly subtle about it.

because I am terrible

[fucking_ebay]

"I'm not normal and I'm fine," Peter retorts, though she can likely judge for herself just how true either and both of those statements are.

As insensitive as Peter is, he's capable of picking up on hints...at least, he is when they're less 'hints' and more 'forthright instructions.' He makes a wordless sound of complaint, not the least bit satisfied but aware he could be on the verge of losing his cuddle partner and/or his spot on the couch. He'd rather not face the cold house alone again just yet no matter how many objections questions he still has. "I'm not polite," he reminds her, despite the fact that he then does exactly the polite thing she asked of him by not following it up with another question.

[apidae]

"I know," she says, relaxing a little since he seems to be at least mostly behaving. "But maybe we can work on that." She re-settles herself, feeling a little bit awkward with that strange hiccup in the conversation, but lulled enough by the dream's cozy atmosphere that it's not so bad as it normally would be. She resists resting her head on his shoulder, feeling that would send the wrong message at this time (she so dislikes having to check herself like that), but otherwise she stays put. There's hope for Peter yet, she knows there is.

[fucking_ebay]

Did he just prove how good he is at fucking things up? He feels like maybe he did. He still wants to prod at it like a sore tooth, but instead he just snorts and gives her shoulder a squeeze. "And here Gabe says I need to be more</> of a shit to the audience."

[apidae]

Bee huffs primly at that. She doesn't know who Gabe is but maybe he needs a lesson in manners as well.

"Maybe," she says gamely. "But I'm not audience, am I."

[fucking_ebay]

"Not right now," admits Peter. She'd be easier to deal with if she were, he thinks. He's never known quite what to do with one on one interactions, particularly not when they don't follow a clear trajectory to the bedroom.

[apidae]

"So." She nods and leans against him a little more easily. "I'm not a spectator or a lover, or... whatever you'd call that." 'Fuckbuddy', she imagines, but she's not going to say that aloud. "I'm a friend."

Simple. See?

[fucking_ebay]

Peter lets out a self-deprecating chuckle and pats her shoulder awkwardly. "Alright, so this is all we're doing," he says. "As long as you promise you'll still respect me in the morning."