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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[has_a_horn]

(ooc: Gabe is about as regressed as an angel can get. He's pre-humanity. The vessel looks about 12)

Gabriel wanders through the little meadow covered in wildflowers, enjoying the breeze, but only until he realizes that he's not alone here. He looks about 12 and is draped in a white linen gown. These creatures around here are strange and new- like small upright apes, but there's more to them than that. They've got a special spark to them that he doesn't quite recognize.

It's strange that he looks like one of them. His Father must have done that, and he wonders why. Is he supposed to learn something here? Probably. He props himself behind a large branch of the great old tree and watches, half hidden. He doesn't think he's quite ready to interact with them yet, but he's very curious.

[wentdowntogeorgia]

His older brother appears on a branch above him with the sound of wing beats. He lets his legs dangle down and kicks them idly, letting their own kinetic energy swing them back and forth.

"Hello, little brother."

What odd little forms these are. They're small and fragile and strangely shaped compared to their Father's previous creations.

"Are you going to talk to one of them? They use real language, like we do, except it's ugly and crude."

[has_a_horn]

He looks up at his brother when he arrives, but he quickly goes back to his position more or less hiding behind the branch. He's not altogether sure that he should talk to one of them. What if he's not supposed to?

"Did Father tell you to talk to them?"

[wentdowntogeorgia]

"Father didn't tell me not to talk to them."

If it was so important that they keep their distance, than their Father would've said so, wouldn't He? Instead, they've just been plopped down onto this little planet without instructions, not even an order to watch out for fish on the beach. He flicks at one of the leaves near him, dislodging a ladybug from its perch, and watches it fall for a bit before flying off.

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel appears on the branch next to his brother, hoping to get some more information from him. Now that he knows that he's talked to them, maybe it's alright to be out in the open.

"What did they talk about?" Whatever it was, it's exciting to Gabriel that they're talking at all. He said that their language is ugly and crude, but that could mean a great many things. Maybe they're just not very evolved yet.

[wentdowntogeorgia]

"Flowers, mostly. One of them was awfully fixated on flowers."

Oh, and then there was the other one, the special one. Samael sits up and looks over at his brother, because this is a much more interesting topic than flowers or other odd hairless ape-creatures.

"There's one, Gabriel, that has my name written all over the fibers of his being. His name is Sam Winchester, and he and his father and his brother hunt down these things they call monsters. I think it's a little like when our Father had us lock away the Leviathan, except smaller and less difficult."

Well, they are just little mortals, so you can't expect them to take on anything really powerful.

"Father must have chosen him for something."

[has_a_horn]

Oh well this is very interesting. His eyes widen in surprise and he looks back over towards the others, wondering if the one his brother talked about is one of them. If he is, he can't feel what his brother had felt.

"What could a mortal do for you?" Surely anything mortal could only do things that Samael can already accomplish by himself. "Do you think that there is one for me, too?" It would make sense, if his brother had been sent a mortal thing, that he would have been sent one as well...whatever it is that they're for. He's pretty unclear on the possibilities.

[wentdowntogeorgia]

"I don't know, but he must do something. Why else would Father have put my name on him?"

Their Father must want him to do something with the boy, but he doesn't know what. Maybe He would tell them, or maybe He wouldn't, but there's definitely something special about Sam.

"You might. Maybe we're here to find them, and then watch over them until they do... whatever it is that they're supposed to do. They're fragile, they probably need the protection. What if yours dies while you're trying to find it?"

[has_a_horn]

Now there's a thought.

Gabriel is quiet for a little while, just looking out over the branches of the tree and the meadow beyond. What if this is all really important? Their Father would have mentioned something about this if it was, wouldn't he?

Eventually he settles on an old standby: "All will be revealed when we require knowledge of it."

tw lots of child abuse references :|

[johnny_truant]

This dream is fucking shit.

At least in the one that was a high school dance he had his own buddy. He has no desire to be so small and goddamn helpless again. He rubs at the back of his neck as he moves through the playground, giving the other kids a wide berth. Some of them he recognizes, but nobody seems to remember, or they're just way too into the spirit of things.

It's weird, not feeling the scar on the back of his neck, though the half-moons are there of course, as are the burns on his arms. How old is he even? Eleven? Twelve? His tongue flits over the tooth that's usually broken and it's so fucking weird to feel it intact. That narrows it down. Not twelve.

This is horrible and he hates it. Is this supposed to be fun? Why does he always have a shit time in the 'fun' dreams?

He lifts his head a little as he circles around a giant, somewhat terrifying tree, and startles when he spots someone, freezing when he recognizes him. Unmistakable features, even at this apparent age.

"Gabe?" He smiles weakly, allowing himself some measure of relief as he approaches the angel. "Fuck, am I glad to see you."

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel watches as the child approaches, carefully keeping his place as the creature makes his way around to his not-quite-hiding spot. The recognition on the face is exciting - Samael had found someone that seemed to belong to him, and said that he should search for one that belongs to him. When he reaches out with his mind Gabriel doesn't feel anything like that here, no markings, no strong feelings one way or another, but he's curious nonetheless. Maybe this is something else that he's supposed to discover.

He tilts his head to the side, a birdlike interrogative. "You know me."

[johnny_truant]

"Yeah, it's Johnny," he blurts, though he as a creeping, unpleasant sense that this is not a matter of recognition. Shit. Gabe knows he's Gabe but he doesn't know Johnny - he's not a child, necessarily, do angels have childhoods? - but he's... something. Something's off.

"Goddammit," he mutters, turning away, his shoulders slumping. "I was really hoping you'd..." He shakes his head, a hand closing over his face. He wishes he could just wake up.

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel flinches a little at the blasphemy, but he's more worried about the boy turning away from him. He wants him to stay and talk, not go away so soon after he'd arrived. There's obviously something interesting here, and it'd be a shame not to investigate further.

Rather than step forward, he simply jumps forward in space so that he's close enough to rest a hand on the boy's shoulder. "God cares for you, Johnny, as he does all things."

He glances down and catches sight of the scars on Johnny's arms, and he steps around so that he can view them better. It must be true that they are easily injured creatures, he can see the proof here, though he's not sure exactly what the lines represent. His expression changes from one of curiosity to mild concern. "Do they hurt you? I can take them away."

[johnny_truant]

"What?!" Johnny startles when Gabe fucking nightcrawlers his way over and feeds him some half-cocked religious fucking platitude, oh god, this is terrible. "Jesus. No. No, I'm - it's fine." He pulls back, one hand going defensively to his forearm as if trying to cover the scars. "You don't remember me, you don't even remember you, christ, what am I supposed to do with this? Do you even know this is a dream?"

Okay, get it together. He rakes his fingers through his hair, trying to settle. It's pretty difficult. How come he can remember this shit if Gabe can't?

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel's brow furrows a fraction, and he allows Johnny to back up away from him again. Johnny hadn't wanted him to heal his arms, so they must not be painful. He takes a moment and looks down at the ground, wanting to give Johnny some time but also not quite sure where to start himself. His bare feet feel nice against the cool ground, and when he does take a step forward it's not to see Johnny but to feel a dry leaf crack beneath his foot.

"I know myself," he argues, more to himself than as a rebuttal. There is little else that he knows as well. Surely Johnny can see that.

He lifts his head to look at Johnny again, openly curious as he catalogs for himself the seemingly endless variety of facial expression flitting across the boy's face. Most of what he's saying doesn't make a lot of sense, but that last part is the most intriguing. "What do you mean by 'dream'?"

[johnny_truant]

Johnny meets Gabe's stare nervously, struggling to maintain eye contact. "It's, um..." How the hell does he explain this? "It's like when you're asleep, like, hallucinations that you experience while sleeping. Cause your brain keeps working without any guidance. It's kinda fucked up actually."

He looks down at the ground, unable to keep up direct contact. It's weirdly uncomfortable. He doesn't like this.

"We're dreaming now. This isn't real." He's not sure what else to say. "Normally we're both older. You're much older. You... I mean... we know each other."

Yeah, he covered that. But he's not ready to explain to what is apparently a pure-as-snow angel that he loves this pathetic little mortal with scars on his arms. This is the Gabe he kind of expects, who doesn't see an equal in front of him, but a subject, something lesser and inferior. This is almost, Johnny thinks bitterly, what he wants.

[has_a_horn]

Wherever this is, it certainly feels real, but it's very possible that this is a grand illusion of some sort. Samael had been as convinced by the show as anyone else- normally he might suspect him, but not this time. Not when the place is so unusual and it's residents so new and interesting.

"My brother, Samael, he met someone that belongs to his future. But he said I would know-" And he doesn't know, not at all. But Johnny does. He wonders if it can work that way round as well but quickly dismisses the idea. He may know Johnny in the future, but Johnny doesn't belong to him in the way he was hoping he might.

Gabriel takes a step in and lifts his hand to Johnny's face. When he twitches away from the touch, he tilts his head a fraction and pushes some of Johnny's hair away from his face rather than cup his cheek. "There's no need to be afraid." He smiles cautiously, hopefully. "How do you know me?"

[johnny_truant]

The twitch is reflexive rather than fearful; it's not like he doesn't miss Gabe's hands, but this doesn't feel like Gabe, not at all, feeling him out like Hamlet studying Ofelia, it's - well, if not creepy, weird, at the very least.

"I don't not belong to your future," he says, not wholly comfortable with that phrasing (and who is Samael, anyway? is that who he's afraid it is?), but not wholly uncomfortable with it either. "You're in love with me, if that helps."

It makes his stomach flip to acknowledge it. Well, that doesn't have to be on the table. If there's any silver lining to meet this weird version of Gabe it's that he won't notice, maybe won't even care, how fucked up he is.

[has_a_horn]

This new information doesn't phase Gabriel at all. If anything, it seems obvious. He pats Johnny's shoulder. "I love you now. It's in my nature to love all of my Father's creations."

He switches positions so that he's sitting on top of the nearest branch and smiles back down at Johnny. "If you know me, you must know that I am an angel of the Lord." To Gabriel, that means that he is an extension of his Father's will. "Under God's Grace, all things are loved." Surely these things are known. What silly little things these creatures are.

[johnny_truant]

Oh gross. Johnny winces and cringes away, though by the time he completes the movement Gabe has already cheshire-catted his way up the tree. Johnny scowls up at him.

"Yeah, decidedly not like that," he says. "Different kind of love. The weird, gay kind."

He passes a hand over his face. This version of Gabe is pretty insufferable. "Nevermind," he grunts. "I don't think you can understand it right now."

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel leans forward and looks down at Johnny with curiosity. He does say so many strange things. Maybe Johnny is right. Maybe he doesn't understand now, but he will.

"I've been learning so much. Samael has shown me, and with God's Grace I may one day teach another." There's a sense of pride to that statement, but also affection. He's looking forward to helping another like himself and watching his family grow. Being with his family is above all Gabriel's favorite thing, and the idea of looking after someone is exciting to him.

He smiles, having a thought. He thinks he knows something that this creature could appreciate. "I enjoy learning illusions- would you like to see one?" His brow furrows as he wonders how to explain what illusions are. "I believe illusions are something like your dreams."

He transports Johnny to sit next to him on the branch. He'll have a better vantage point there.

[johnny_truant]

He's torn between wanting to get the hell away from this weird backwards Gabe and wanting to stay with him out of some combination of morbid curiosity and pathetic loneliness. The decision is made for him when Gabe - Gabriel, he should say, this isn't Gabe - just brings him up onto the branch beside him.

"Jesus-!" he blurts, suffering a mild wave of sudden vertigo at the change in altitude. "Give me some god damn warning before you do that."

He fidgets uneasily, shifting into his new position. "Fine," he mutters. "Show me something."