Here You Are, Stick Figure and a Busted Grin [Open to All]

[applesaucemod]

The first thing that the dreamers of Manhattan might notice is that the ground is a good deal closer than it normally is. The second thing they might notice is that their surroundings are larger than they might expect. The playground looks almost daunting. Of course, there are other ways for the dreamers to occupy themselves on this hot summer day: a charming fountain bubbles away a little distance from the playground. There's an ice cream stand with treats free for the taking. Beyond the paved area is a meadow, covered in wildflowers and dominated by a huge, sprawling tree, perfect for climbing.

It's all prime entertainment for children. So really, it's just as well that 'children' is what the dreamers will find themselves to be - once more, for those who had childhoods, or for the first time, for those who didn't.

Perhaps you'll remember everything: the Rift, Manhattan, the friends (and enemies) you've made since your arrival. Or perhaps you'll only remember who you were when you were young, and find this an opportunity to forge new friendships - or new (and probably pettier) animosities. Run around, get dirty, have a good time. It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.

[ooc: usual dream party rules apply. All are welcome, whether they've been apped to the game or not. Characters will remember or forget the events of the dream at the players' discretion. Mental and emotional regression is optional, but physical regression is mandatory: your character is in the body of a little kid - human, or human-ish - regardless of who or what they are in the waking world.]

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[lottawork]

He rolls his eyes and goes back to hacking into the wood with his knife, working out a deeper slash separating the 1 and the 2. They teach important stuff where he comes from. Maybe most of the books are pure shite and they don't have a lot of higher levels, but he's at the top classes for a reason. They told him that. He's brilliant. He'll get a scholarship one day, fuck on off to Oxford.

Maybe one day they'll even call him by his real name.

Nick wrinkles his nose. "Geometry? Or - " There're words for things, like the words that go with cubes. He knows 'em. Geometry's a right pain sometimes, but he knows how it works. "Three-daemensional space?"

[etherthief]

"Dimensions!" she exclaims. "That's it. Gonna go to other dimensions. My dad says it isn't possible yet but it will be soon. I'm gonna be one of the first." She nods decisively. This is her plan and she's stickin to it.

[lottawork]

"Y'mean like taime?" he asks, sounding scornful. "Y'cannae go through taime. Your da's right. S'not physically possible."

He scoffs, and starts etching the beginnings of an uneven F into the wood.

[etherthief]

"It could be," she says with a little pout. "You don't know. Anyway I don't mean time, I mean space. Different dimensions. Worlds, like this one." She waves a hand around them to clarify.

[lottawork]

"You daenno if it's possible either," he points out, but he cannot ignore his own thrill of interest and so he pauses in the middle of a half-completed m. "You gonnae change everything? Go - bigger." He opens a hand, frustrated at his own lack of ability to articulate.

"Better," he says finally with some satisfaction. "Better than anyone before."

[etherthief]

Iman breaks into a big smile at that. "Yeah," she says. "Yeah. I'm gonna change everything."

She lets her legs dangle over the edge of the slide, kicking her feet gently. "You too, I bet," she adds, because it seems the right thing to say.

[lottawork]

"Bang tae rights," he says firmly, finishing the deep cut that forms the downward slash of the a with a scraping finality. "Solve everythin'. Gonnae change th'fookin' world."

His grin is sharp-edged and crooked and toothy, splitting unevenly over his face, but it's vicious and there, no question, as he regards his completed handiwork.
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