Universal Remote [Open to All]

[applesaucemod]

Here's an interesting scene: the dreamers of Manhattan are on a pirate ship. Or perhaps they're standing in a busy ER, wearing scrubs and holding a scalpel they may or may not know how to use. Or perhaps they've found themselves in the middle of a world cup championship game, or an old-fashioned highway robbery, or an interstellar dogfight, or a dramatic, 'unscripted' showdown between arguably attractive people they've never seen before in their lives.

Whatever the situation, rest assured: it probably won't last long.

Maybe the Rift is bored. That might explain why the dream keeps changing, as if someone were idly flicking through the channels and switching up the genre. The poor dreamers are just along for the ride, the only constant amidst a shifting array of scenery, clothing, and overall mood. Perhaps, if things are sufficiently interesting, the dream might settle a little to see how things play out. But given the Rift's definition of 'interesting,' that might not be a good thing for whoever is providing the entertainment.

[OOC: the usual dream party rules apply. All are welcome, regardless of whether they're in the game or not. Dreamers can remember or forget the events of the dream at the players' discretion. Dreamers' clothes may change to reflect whatever scene they're in, but their memories and personalities will remain intact... though the overall mood of the setting might influence their mood, as well. Feel free to throw NPCs into whatever scene you find yourself in, with bonus points added if said characters treat the dreamers as if they're established parts of the 'canon.']

Comments

[andhiswife]

It doesn't count if it's in a dream okay

"Um," she says again, looking down at herself. It takes her a few moments to realize the dress she's wearing is her own. The colors are too stark, the pattern too simplified. She presses a hand to her side and winces - not in pain, but in general discomfort. Her wound appears to be gone, but the disparity between how real her dress feels and how wrong it looks is incredibly unnerving. She lifts a hand to her hair, next - again, it feels normal enough between her pudgy fingers, but all she can see out of the corner of her eye is a brown, textureless blob.

"I'm not hurt," she says, getting to her feet. "But this is... I don't like it." Which sounds petulant, especially given how much worse off they could be. Neither of them are injured or under attack. Compared with those possibilities, being a cartoon ought to be a treat. She bends her arm experimentally, and the way it curves almost makes her ill; she has to shut her eyes and take a few steadying breaths.

[singthesong]

"Noooooo..."

The Balladeer shakes his head and folds his arms so that he can't see his deformed hands. He promptly regrets it, as Greta bends her arm. There's not even an elbow there! Her eyes are strange too; they're much too big and round. Sort of soulless. Uneasily, he turns away. "No, this is creepy. Let's - "

He stops up short as a thin brown bug-eyed creature runs through the room. What...was that supposed to be a dog? Stepping back, he starts in the opposite direction.

"Let's go. Maybe it'll change to something else."