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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[lottawork]

Rush removes several imposingly thick titles from the shelves and slams them onto the nearest flat surface with more than the requisite force, narrowing his eyes at the intruder with a sort of grim incomprehensibility.

"That's an extremely poorly worded question with several meanings depending on your personal interpretation," he retorts shortly, "none of which I am interested in examining. You want a more definitive answer, take up philosophy of certainty."

He draws several more tomes from the shelves to deposit them upon his rapidly-forming academic ziggurat.

"However." Ordinarily he'd be forcing himself to keep a mildly frenetic edge out of his tone but this insufferable dream's nature seems to have remarkably, helpfully reduced his typical level of anxiety output. "I am reasonably sure that I am as real and as tangible as one can be in a dream environment, and I am equally reasonably certain that I continue to exist in an environment outside of this dream construct, as I have formed plenty of memories of said environment." He turns back to the other man, forehead beetling into a vaguely interested frown. "My question to you is - can you really be so certain the same applies to yourself?"