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

[lostthebeansagain]

"Like blood and berries and roses," Celosia says, approvingly, and grins at the smaller girl. "That's a good color, too." Greta should have a crown of red flowers, then.

As for her own hair, she shrugs, and tells the other girl without fanfare, "My mother changed its color when she took me, and it was supposed to be violet, like hers, but my magic turned it blue instead. So it's been blue as long as I know." She bows her head back to the flowers crown, and asks with intense casualness, "I can change the colors of all kinds of things, though Mother doesn't let me do it in the house. Would you like to see?" It's a small magic, but she never gets to show off to anyone, and she's almost certain Greta would appreciate it.

[andhiswife]

The quiet pleasure Celosia's approval gives her is quickly snuffed by 'when she took me.' It's followed closely by 'magic,' and Greta might be young, but she knows what that means. Only Witches or Fairies take children and keep them, and if she'd been taken by Fairies, they wouldn't have let her out like this.

Celosia's mother is a Witch, and so is she.

Greta definitely shouldn't ask to see any magic. It could be dangerous, even if it's just a little thing. If her own mother was here, she'd be grabbing Greta's hand and hauling her off.

But her mother isn't here. And she's never actually seen someone do magic before. And how much harm could it really do, just changing the color of something? She chews her lip for a few moments, then says, "All right," before hastily adding, "As long as it's not my hair." Mother would notice that for sure.