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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[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."