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[applesaucemod]

Has this ever happened to you?

All you're trying to do is have an uneventful night's sleep, but you find yourself in a sprawling labyrinth of interconnected rooms, each one a transplant from a bland, suburban home. You search and search for an exit, but just can't seem to find one! And even if you could - where did you park your car?

Oh, no! You're trapped in another dream event!

No matter what you do, everything just seems to turn out wrong. Open a cabinet - tupperware avalanche! Attempt to pour yourself a drink - disaster! No bowl of cheetos is safe from your sudden, embarrassing clumsiness! It's as if you can't do any simple task without it going horribly awry! What a mess!

That's right, dreamers: you're stuck in the desaturated Before Times of every terrible infomercial you've ever seen, and life is a sisyphean struggle.



[OOC: Standard dream party rules apply: all are welcome regardless of their membership in the game, and characters can remember or forget the events of the dream at the players' discretion. Backtag forever.]

Comments

[interndana]

The phone is just unhappy at being dropped so much, although if it would behave itself it wouldn't be in this situation. It ought to be on a leash, but, leashes for phones, that's preposterous.

Dana is becoming more and more perturbed by the minute. She can see how an attempt to untangle a large snarl might lead to getting tangled oneself, especially if one were using their arm as storage, but this is just...

"Oh, this is a dream, isn't it," she says, feeling a bit foolish for taking so long to realize. "This is all very improbable, and I did wonder about the house being so strange, but then I've been in stranger houses before the Rift, so...hmm." She walks around him, taking in the mass of cables, which cannot possibly all be originating from that one laptop. "This is probably some sort of challenge to solve, I mean unless the dream's intention is to turn us all into cyborgs. What if, when we figure out how to deal with this mess, the house stops being such a maze and we can leave?"

That sounds like the sort of intrusive lab-rat type shenanigans Rift dreams get up to, right?

[lottawork]

Rush makes another quietly disgusted sound - a dream, fucking naturally, if he had only stopped to examine the discrepancies in his incoherent personal timeline he may well have sorted that out on his own - but the relief of knowing with a certain degree of surety that this experience is not by any means permanent is minimal. This dream has been appropriately aggravating, and choosing to ensnare him in a dense web of cabling was likely a cruel deliberate choice on its part, but it has not thus far proved to be as potent as any of his standard array of nightmares.

"'Strange' apart from the overly processed American suburbia setting?" he answers dryly. "I doubt that this would even be possible in reality, given that technology is something of a specialty of mine." Miraculously, he manages to free his left arm and immediately holds it aloft, far from the rest of the disordered jumble swarmed over and around him. "If it wanted a 'challenge' it could have picked something far less fucking grating."