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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[imashinyboy]

'Yeah!' Vince grins when she gets his name right after a couple of goes. It sounds strange in her accent. He giggles a little shyly when she tugs on his shirt, pulling him forward along with it to peer at the letters there. They glitter appealingly in the summer sunlight. Vince doesn't read too good, but he can read his own name. And Ziggy Stardust. Really, the only things he definitely knows how to read are mostly the names of pop stars and their albums.

She says something else in her strange up-and-down language, and Vince squints up at her, doing as she'd done and trying to repeat it. 'Kay ko fuh-- kayko fuh nix all?' The l comes out like a w in a fashion that has little to do with childish speech impediments, and more to do with the fact that his accent is pure South London. 'Is that your name?'

That's a really long name. But maybe it's her whole name, like Vince's whole name is Vincent Artemus Noir. Which is also pretty long if you say it all together; Vincentartemusnoir. Vince is a lot easier.

He tries again, looking up at her to make sure he's doing it right. 'Kay-ko-fuh-nix-all.' He accompanies it with that hopeful look again.