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The Big Applesauce Moderators ([personal profile] applesaucemod) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream2015-05-02 02:31 pm

This is My Island in the Sun [Open to All]

The Rift wouldn't say it's sorry for the fit it threw the other day, because the Rift never needs to apologize. It is (mostly) perfect, and all of its decisions are well reasoned and just. Obviously. But perhaps it has fallen into a bit of a post-tantrum sulk, because this dream is milder than one might expect. In fact, it's downright nice.

The dreamers will find themselves in an archipelago of small islands - most only a few acres in size - connected by narrow strips of sand or pebbles. The surrounding waters are calm. Little waves lap against the shorelines, and no rising tide will cut the islands off from one another. The islands themselves seem to have been lifted from every climate zone on Earth and several from beyond. Some are tropical, some colder and home to hardy conifers, some mossy and boulder-strewn, some covered in multicolored sand and odd, coral-like trees.

Most of the islands boast some kind of manmade or otherwise non-native structure, be it as small as a bench or as large as a pavilion, though there are no houses or shops to be seen. It's more like parkland, just civilized enough for a nice picnic. Some of the islands even have little grills, and a sufficiently motivated dreamer might be able to rustle up some hot dog or burger fixings if they poke around a bit.

And they'll have an extra pair of eyes to help with their searching, because their beloved dæmons have returnedagain. Or perhaps they're being introduced for the first time. Regardless, it's the bi-annual dæmon dream party!
tinytantrum: (scared | panic in cage)

[personal profile] tinytantrum 2015-05-04 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Jed creeps up the stony slope on his belly, slowing as he crests the smallish boulder mountain top and peeks over, one hand keeping his hat out of the clutches of the wind. The sources of the booming voices he heard a moment ago are immediately apparent: two giants, one of them an animal, neither one looking at him. "Hang on," he mutters to himself, "How come that one's talking...?"

"Think we can get the drop on 'em?" asks a lady's voice at his side, and Jed lets out a yelp and flails at the coyote crouched beside him. She pins her ears back and snorts derisively. "Hold your horses, Jed, it's me!" she protests.

"Who's you?!" demands Jed, forgetting that he meant to stay hidden from the giants -- and really, forgetting about the giants in general for the moment, because why is there a coyote, why is she to scale, and why is she talking?! "I don't know any dang talking mongrel!"
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[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2015-05-05 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Coromotto's ear swivels towards the tiny voices, first, and Daine follows the motion with her eyes a moment later. There are two incredibly tiny figures atop a nearby rock. One is a two-legger, smaller even than that Aglet fellow she met once or twice. The other is a coyote - or a coyote-shaped thing, anyway. Must be his animal-self, and she grins, both because it's so close to her own Coromotto and because they're just so tiny.

Neither she nor her wolf-self interrupt. They don't want to frighten the two newcomers. But next time either of the two bother looking in the so-called giants' direction, they'll find both parties looking down at them in poorly concealed amusement.
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[personal profile] tinytantrum 2015-05-07 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Name's Clementine," says the coyote, "and I'm with you, no ifs ands or buts. I am you."

"Now you're just talkin' weird," Jed scolds her. "And how come you're a girl if you're me? I ain't no doctor, but I think I woulda noticed something like that."

"I think it's something about that duality of man thing," replies Clementine. "But if you ain't noticed, hombre, we have company."

Jed looks up to find what Clementine's already noticed: the two giants he was stalking earlier have turned to watch the conversation unfolding between him and his new-found coyote. So much for the element of surprise. He stands, brushing off dirt, and hooks his thumbs in his belt. "Can I help you?" he calls.
wildmage_daine: (happy face)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2015-05-10 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Daine's grin widens, and shakes her head slowly. "No, sir. We're all right." Neither of them are new to these kinds of dreams, and more to the point, they're not incredibly tiny. If anyone's in need of some assistance, she'd expect it to be them.

But first things, first. "I'm Daine," she says, "and this is Coromotto."

"And this whole thing is a dream," Coromotto adds helpfully.
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[personal profile] tinytantrum 2015-05-12 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, that's a relief, for a second I thought this might be somethin' weird," replies Jed. "Looks like you got a canine sidekick of your own. Mind tellin' me what that's about?"

Confused, yes. Worried, no. Whatever this world can throw at him, Jed can take it.