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

[applesaucemod]

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 returned… again. Or perhaps they're being introduced for the first time. Regardless, it's the bi-annual dæmon dream party!

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[fucking_ebay]

"You will not," insists Cascia, though fuck knows if whatever Simonides is can swim. Fuck knows if goats can swim, but it's shallow here so it doesn't matter. "You've got how many people standing around? We're not going to stand here and watch you drown." Because rescuing a floundering whatever-he-is would be so easy for a goat, and so non-mortifying for Simonides, too.

Peter shakes his head. "Doesn't surprise me," he says. "From what I hear the Rebels get up to the same kind of thing, too. It would've been weird if the people giving out handouts didn't have some kind of hidden agenda."

[apidae]

"Hrmf," grunts Simonides noncommittally, clambering onto Bee's shoulder as she folds her arms tightly around herself, gazing at the water.

"I just don't understand why they have to hurt anyone," she murmurs. "I mean, what did we ever do to them? We're all lost, all in the same boat. We should be helping each other."

[fucking_ebay]

"Hasn't stopped anyone else in human history," Peter points out. More hesitantly, he asks, "You didn't know anyone over there, did you? In the ROMAC building?"

He's absolutely just checking in on whether she has anyone she's worried about. This has nothing to do with a half-assed attempt to get some kind of news about a loved one acquaintance of his own.