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!

Comments

[antitimelord]

An interesting choice. But not a good one. Nice play on words, though. Shows she's got the right cap on. "No 'U,'" he says with faux apology, and draws a head on the condemned figure, scratching the letter down nearby. "But it's early yet."

[starlightcalliope]

What a disappointing start to the game and she can't help a bit of a huff, not unlike her snake's. But she also instinctively recognizes the phony graciousness in his words, so common to all the games she's ever played, and she's quick to reassure him just as sweetly, "And I'm not one to be daunted by an unfavorable first move." And not one to rush into things, so this time she takes a moment to properly consider which letters are most likely to appear. Surely being a seasoned wordsmith doesn't count as an unfair advantage. "'E'!"

[antitimelord]

That's much more reasonable and by the book, perhaps disappointingly so; her first guess had character going for it if not correctness. He scratches in the correct if boring letter, whistling a scrap of a tune that isn't a clue in any way except to him, just a little fanfare.

_ _ _ _ _ E

"Good. Nothing daunting about Hangman, once you learn the ropes." He grins, likewise undaunted.

[starlightcalliope]

By and large he'll find her to be quite cautious, at least when it comes to playing a game she's never tried before. In due time she will make more daring moves, but she needs to test the waters first.

"Hmm-hmm," she agrees thoughtfully, satisfied to have guessed correctly but realizing that there's an awful lot of words ending on E, and she has already forfeited one of her guesses. "So what brings you to this beautiful bit of dream bubble dishing out games to strangers?" she asks to cover up how undecided she is about what is essentially still a stab in the dark, only to add "And 'N', please," a moment later.

[antitimelord]

"No 'N' either, I'm afraid," he says, and adds a torso to his stick-victim. "The Rift brings me here, as it does." He shrugs, not entirely comfortably. "The game just seemed like the thing to do at the time. Not many dreams really lend themselves to it. And I find it..." Soothing? "Energising. Unfortunately, Alecto is a terrible sport about games or riddles of any kind. Thinks it unbefitting of a chimaera. I think she should lighten up."

[starlightcalliope]

Calliope frowns at her second wrong guess in disappointment and a tad of uneasiness. So far this game seems to have got a lot more to do with luck than with strategy, and luck has never been terribly reliable. His feelings on games though she finds quite relatable, and his adorable bit of banter with his monster actually makes her giggle.

"A mystical beast disinclined to riddles? Preposterous!" she chuckles and then adds a good-natured "No offense!" over to said beast. Even if the game may not be going as well as it could be, the interesting and entertaining company alone is worth the try. Clicking her teeth in consideration, she looks back down at the scribbles and asks, "Might there be an 'R'?"