ACT NOW! [Open to All]

[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.]

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[deadeyedchild]

"Yeah," says Jay wearily, picking himself up. He feels weird leaning on a constantly mutating wolf-thing, but it's better than nothing.

The remains of all the broken knick-knacks and furniture pieces present a difficult sort of maze as they fumble along, trying to navigate cleanly; it proves impossible to avoid kicking things around, breaking them further, everything in this room is absurdly fragile. But finally they reach the door, managing, just barely, not to fall down again.

"Okay," he says. "Congratulations to us. We left a room."

He left his camera behind, he realizes, but whatever. It was probably busted anyway. He looks up and down the hallway. Everything looks the same, as well as unfamiliar. "Now what?"

[wildmage_daine]

This is ridiculous. They're both moving as if they've been through a battle, but there's no excuse for it. She doesn't even feel tired. She's just hopelessly unsteady - and since Jay is, too, leaning on one another only helps so much.

At least they manage to get out into the hallway. There's no obvious direction to take, though, and if their progress is going to be this slow, she'd rather not make any wrong guesses.

Maybe I can take a look, see if there's a way out. If she takes bird shape, even if she can't fly straight, at least she ought to be small enough not to cause too much havoc.

[deadeyedchild]

"Okay," he says warily, and then immediately rethinks it. "Well wait, I mean, I've been moving for a while, it's pretty big. What are you gonna do?"

It's not that he doesn't want to be left alone, but - actually no yes it is. It is exactly that. That and also nothing is going right for either of them, what if they get separated and something awful happens? Daine is more proactive and obviously more capable, even in these circumstances - a lot like Tim. He has a feeling he's gonna need her, just as he needed Tim. As soon as he left Tim was when everything went to hell. Not making that mistake again.

[wildmage_daine]

However big it is, there ought to be a few ways out, Daine insists as she shrinks into something small and light-boned and feathered. Owl, it seems. At least she shouldn't be as destructive like this. A door or a window or something. Maybe if we can get out of this house, whatever's wrong with it will stop mucking about with my magic and making us clumsy.

[deadeyedchild]

"Okay," he says uncertainly. "Just, um, be careful, I guess."

He's not sure what he'll do while she flies around, so for a moment he just fidgets. "I'll try to follow you?" he suggests weakly.

[wildmage_daine]

Daine shrugs her wings out just enough to help keep her balance as she starts to pick her way carefully down the middle of the hallway, assessing her own coordination. She stops and swivels her head back around to look at Jay when he speaks, her expression impossible to read. Keeping to Jay's pace sort of defeats the purpose of her scouting ahead, but she supposes it might seem a bit cold to just fly off and leave him here to twiddle his thumbs.

All right. I think if we go slow and keep to the middle of the hall, we should be fine. I'll go ahead and bit and see if there are any doors worth checking out. She pauses when one of her talons gets snagged in the carpet and has to flap a bit to get herself free - which, when it finally happens, sends her bouncing off the wall before she lands on the floor in an undignified heap of feathers. Well, she says dryly, trying to get herself back in order, off to a good start.

[deadeyedchild]

"Shit," he says under his breath when she crashes, going trippingly after her. He falls and skids to his knees, managing not to land on her, and sort of fumblingly tries to pick her up. How does one pick up a bird? Is this really rude?

"Are you okay?" he asks, mildly alarmed by the huge wing flapping in his face.

[wildmage_daine]

Oh, for--why is he trying to pick her up?! She's not hurt, but he certainly will be if she's not careful with all her pointy bits - which she might not be able to manage even if she tries, in this setting. Careful! Daine punctuates the word with a squawk as she tries to pull her heavily taloned feet away from his hands. She flaps awkwardly, caught between not wanting to clobber him with her wings and wanting to put some distance between them so she can't hurt him with anything else. I'm fine, but I can't hold a shape right and this one has lots of sharp bits.

Well, now she seems to be a hawk, but the point still stands.

[deadeyedchild]

"Neh-" he blurts, awkwardly dropping the bundle of feathers and sharp bits and lifting his arms to cover his face as she flaps away. "...Sorry."

He picks himself up, which involves a lot of slipping and bracing on the wall. "Why don't... you go down that way," he nods down the hall, "and then round the left, and I'll just follow?" That way she can fly while he probably falls on his face a lot.