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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[lottawork]

He watches impassively as the ostensibly-not-human forges ahead with her ill-advised attempt to forcefully wake. The end result is precisely what he has come to expect from this intolerable forced dreams of the Rift's invention.

"Scintillating," he comments dryly, after he feels a sufficient amount of time of non-activity has passed. "Truly."

[biscuit_powered]

Admitting defeat (if only to herself), Asmodia opens her eyes to glare at him again. "Shut up," she says again. "I don't see you doing any better."

[lottawork]

"Yes," he says quietly, torquing smoothly on one heel and grinding the butt of one palm viciously into his eye socket. "Well. I've long since stopped attempting. Waking by pure force of will is something of a doomed endeavor in these cases."

He favors her momentarily with a flickering, evaluative gaze. "Though in my experience, death is usually enough to jar one out."

[biscuit_powered]

"I'm not going to kill myself," she retorts disbelievingly. Frowning stubbornly, she adds, "So, what? Do you just...wait to wake up?"

[lottawork]

A disappointingly predictable response, if perfectly reasonable.

"That is typically how these sorts of things are approached." He inclines his head very slightly, a faint, mocking twist to the corner of his mouth, and adds wryly, "if it's any consolation, it's doubtful you and I will ever see each other again."

[biscuit_powered]

"Believe me," mutters Asmodia. "It's a consolation."

She ought to curse him or something -- he'd deserve it. Except he totally wouldn't, is the frustrating thing; he's an asshole but anything she could do to him would be ludicrously disproportionate, even in a dream. "Yeah, well, you're welcome for the rescue," she huffs, turning to go. "See you never."

[lottawork]

Yes, he certainly won't mind concluding this particular encounter. His tone is light, a mockery of civility, as he observes her departure.

"Likewise."