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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.]
fucking_ebay: (sad | panic room)

[personal profile] fucking_ebay 2015-02-11 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
Peter snorts. "What doesn't Gabe talk about with me."

That's not an answer, though, and he doesn't particularly want to lay here in silence any more than Johnny does. He sucks in a breath and squints at the ceiling. Feelings, he doesn't want to say. Peter's fucked up love life. Peter's fucked up life in general, though unless Gabe's been peeking where he shouldn't there's thankfully a lot he still doesn't know. "He wants me to get back on the stage," he grunts after a moment, deciding on that as something fairly safe to share. "Says he'll put up the money."
johnny_truant: (defeated)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-02-12 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"That's nice of him," mumbles Johnny. Characteristically nice. Gabe really cares about Peter, cares about everyone. Cares about Johnny. Johnny knew that. Why does one fucking word of difference make his gut twist so much?

It's an insufferable fucking question, but he can't resist, especially not with Peter's initial answer: "Does he ever talk about me?"
fucking_ebay: (interested | considering)

[personal profile] fucking_ebay 2015-02-14 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
Peter groans and flops a forearm over his own face. That is an insufferable fucking question, Johnny, thank you. "Constantly," he replies sarcastically. "Unendingly. He sings your praises from morning to night, is that what you want to hear?"

Sighing through his nose, he adds more honestly, "He doesn't want me to punch you again, that's mostly what I've got."
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[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-02-14 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
"No," says Johnny with a brief flash of irritation. "That's not what I want."

It was a dumb question and he knows he shouldn't have asked it. He sighs loudly and looks away. "Nevermind. I don't know why he'd tell you this shit anyway."
fucking_ebay: (critical | smartass)

[personal profile] fucking_ebay 2015-02-16 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
"You don't want me to not punch you again? Weird, but I think I can manage." Peter's not obtuse enough to actually mistake Johnny's meaning, but suddenly he can smell a kettle of fish he doesn't want to open. Or would that be a can of worms? Either way, slimy things that best stay in their container. Peter has enough problems of his own.

"We haven't talked as much in a while," he admits cautiously, deliberately not asking what it was Johnny did want to know.
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[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-02-17 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, no, nevermind," Johnny reiterates, flapping a hand. "Forget it. I shouldn't have asked, it was stupid."

He leans his head back for a moment, a brief groan, and then curls back up deeper under the blanket.

"I might nap," he says, somewhat sulkily. Sometimes even the unnerving oddity of sleep within sleep is better than talking.
fucking_ebay: (sad | panic room)

[personal profile] fucking_ebay 2015-02-19 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"You're already asleep," Peter points out, and then he isn't sure why he's trying to argue Johnny out of it. He doesn't want to know what that was about, and it's not like there are other topics he's dying to discuss with the man.
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[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-02-19 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
"I've done it before," Johnny counters, already feeling himself drift off. Everything is so cozy. And he doesn't want to have to think about things. He wants to cling to the warmth and the comfort, and not think about anything else.
fucking_ebay: (misc | shaft of light)

[personal profile] fucking_ebay 2015-02-21 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
This is happening. Peter's cuddled up with Rabbit Man, of all people, and his arm is trapped to boot. He contemplates extricating himself, but Johnny's already going all limp and noodley and....

Well...

...It's comfortable. "You do that, then," he mutters, glancing around and hoping they're not going to get company any time soon.