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.]

Comments

[erratic_hematic]

Oh God, now it's crying. What has he done to deserve this. He doesn't know how to deal with a crying child. What is he supposed to do? "No, don't-" He takes a breath and lets out an exasperated sigh.

"I don't wanna play tag." He's gotta offer something, doesn't he? Otherwise this kid is gonna follow him around crying. He smiles, painfully. "...there's ice cream over there. Do you want ice cream?"

[fucking_ebay]

Look, he doesn't want to cry. He doesn't want to be a big baby. It's just that thinking about how much he doesn't want to cry in front of this older boy he thought he could get to play tag with him is making it impossible not to cry.

He's progressed to little hiccupy sobs now, and he wipes his face more forcefully on his sleeve. "Yea-a-ah," he agrees with a shaky nod, feeling stupid and little. He's trying. Really, he's trying, but he needs a minute over here.

[erratic_hematic]

"Okay, good." He makes his way in that direction, letting the kid trail behind him a bit while he recovers himself. It's not far, but the little stand's counter seems much taller now that he's right next to it.

"Hm- oh." There's a stool around the other side. Thank god. He steps up onto the little stool and flips open the cooler box to look at the options. There's some sort of chocolate cone thing, and he offers one of those down to the kid. "That look good? There's ones shaped like cartoon characters in here too." Well, the packaging has cartoons on it. The actual thing probably isn't as impressive of a likeness.

[fucking_ebay]

Peter keeps sniffling and wiping his face on his sleeve as he toddles along after the older boy. He's a big boy. He's trying to be a big boy. The chocolate cone does look good, and he's already wrestling with the packaging even as he considers the possibility of cartoons. "Like Dudley Do-Right?" he asks, because he thinks that would be pretty impressive.

His fingers keep slipping on the plastic, and he's not even paying attention to the other boy as he struggles to open it. He's at least not crying anymore, even if his face is still red and streaky. When fingers fail, he resorts to biting it, but mostly he just crinkles the plastic and gets it wet with his efforts.

[erratic_hematic]

"Dudley-? No." THAT would definitely be a feat. "There's..." He pokes around in the bin a bit. "That yellow bird thing. And Spider-man. And Mario." But screw that. He's gonna get one of those cones for himself too. He pulls it out and by the time he steps down off the stool he notices the kid biting at the damn wrapping. What a mess, this kid.

"Here. Just- give me that." Spike takes the thing from him and opens it up before handing it back over.

[fucking_ebay]

"Who's Mario?" asks Peter with a wrinkle of his nose that implies that whoever Mario is, he definitely doesn't care. Spider-man he recognizes, but there's a similar lack of investment there. Much more important is the ice cream he's finally got open and how he's pretty sure he can fit the whole top of the cone into his mouth. "Whuh's ur 'ame?" he asks, mouth decidedly full. Retreating from his attempt to cram the whole thing in his mouth for a moment, he adds, "I'm Peter. I'm five."